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From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 385
Cozbi quickly sat upright and momentarily allowed the computer in front of her to steal her eyes. “What do you mean ‘what am i doing?’ Can’t you see that I am working? Huh?” Cozbi asked, diverting her gaze to the pc in front of her while trying to avoid Alex’s eyes. “Mom look, if this is about Mr. Frost and your stupid plan of trying to overthrow him, you need to stop,” Alex said, his voice carrying the weight of frustration and exhaustion. “We’ve been through this before. You can’t just keep obsessing over him like this. It’s… unhealthy.” Cozbi let out a bitter laugh, sharp and cutting. She swiveled in her chair, finally meeting Alex’s eyes. “Unhealthy?” she repeated, her tone dripping with disdain. “You think I’m doing this for my health, Alex? No. I’m doing this for you. For us. So that the Reed name means something more than failure and wasted potential!” Alex crossed his arms, his posture defensive. “I didn’t ask for this, Mom. I didn’t ask for you to turn every waking moment
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 386
Alex matched her glare, his heart pounding in his chest. “You’ve burned every bridge you’ve crossed, Mom. You’ve turned everyone into enemies, and now you’re obsessed with a man who doesn’t even exist anymore. Nathan Reed is dead. Dead. We killed him, remember? So why the hell are you still acting like he’s haunting us?” “Because he is!” Cozbi snapped, her voice rising. Her calm facade shattered, revealing the raw fury beneath. “Nathan Reed may be dead, but his ghost is everywhere. In every deal that slips through our fingers, in every ally who hesitates to trust us, in every whisper of Mr. Frost’s name. You think this is over? You think we’ve won? We’ve won nothing, Alex. Nothing! And if you don’t wake up and see that, you’ll lose everything.” Alex staggered back as if her words had physically struck him. He shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. “No, Mom. You’ll lose everything. Because you can’t let go of your paranoia long enough to see what’s right in front of you.
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 387
“Hahaha…. The story is soon coming to an end, brother. And I must credit you, you are the smartest person in the room. You fit every narrative.” Neil said to Marcus, his voice as weak as the bones managing to cling to his flesh. Marcus remained silent. “I know every single deed you have done. Everything, Marcus.” he smiled, but it only made his monstrous face more scary. “You know, I miss the days when you, Nathan and I were back in college, you know, when we used to laugh and plan our futures, when everything seemed so simple. But look at us now. You, Nathan, and I, we're all just pieces in a game we thought we could control." Neil's voice was laced with bitterness and a touch of desperation, as if he was grasping for some semblance of power in a situation that had long since slipped out of his control. Marcus stayed quiet, his expression unreadable. His mind was elsewhere, calculating the next move, but he didn't let Neil's taunts or self-pity affect him. He'd learned long ago t
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 388
“You don’t know anything about me or what I’ve done,” Marcus said, his voice low and dangerous. “You think you can sit there and judge me? You, of all people? The man who betrayed Nathan, who tortured him, who made his life a living hell?” Neil smirked, unbothered by the accusations. “And yet, here you are, Marcus. Standing on the same side of the line as me. The difference is, I don’t pretend to be the hero. I don’t hide behind some flimsy excuse of love or loyalty. I own my sins.” “Shut up!,” Marcus growled, his voice barely above a whisper. But Neil wasn’t done. He turned his gaze to April, who stood frozen behind the glass wall, her expression a mixture of confusion and fear. “Does she even know the real you, Marcus? The man who handed Nathan’s sister over to Donald like a piece of meat? The man who orchestrated her escape, not to protect her, but to keep her tethered to you? Tell me, Marcus, what will she say when she finds out the truth?” This was the turning point for Marc
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 389
This was it for him! The last thing he would have loved to do was look Nathan in the eye and tell him how he messed up, to let Nathan hear how sorry he was, and to plead for forgiveness and perhaps expose all of Marcus’ diabolical deeds. Then, maybe, just maybe God might consider keeping a seat for him in the sky. Neil’s creaking voice faded into his head as he got up. He could swear that somewhere out there, Nathan was alive. He hoped that the wind would take his thoughts to his old friend, even though they would never get to see each other again. As soon as Neil got back to his cell, something caught him off guard. There were more men in his room than usual. There were only 5 inmates in the room with him, himself included. But this time, he saw what felt like 12 men, all armed with muscles, some with knives, daggers, and even batons. They all turned around, keeping mute and allowing the air to get tense. One of the men stepped forward. Neil looked at Damon’s knuckle. He looke
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 390
The Davenport family had overstayed their welcome in London, and it was finally time to head back to Mexico. The past few years had been anything but smooth for them. From their deceptive entanglement with Collins to discovering the truth about his identity, to the loss of their daughter—who, ironically, they had killed themselves—the rollercoaster of events had left its mark. London had been no refuge; it only deepened the fractures within the family. Vivian sat in the salon, her nails being shaped and polished to perfection in preparation for the journey. The rhythmic hum of drills and the smell of acetone barely registered as she scrolled through her phone, her mind lost in other thoughts. Enrique, on the other hand, was in his room, alone. His phone was in one hand, the other resting near an empty bottle of lotion and a pile of used tissues. His indulgent habits were a well-kept family secret, and he wasn’t planning to break that routine anytime soon. Donald and his wife, Sar
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 391
“Gerald?” she whispered, her voice thick with disbelief. But the line was silent. Only the sound of static mixed with the soft, persistent rainfall could be heard. “Gerald?” she repeated, a little louder this time, as though speaking louder might make him respond. The fear that it might all be some cruel hallucination gripped her chest. After a long pause, a voice finally cracked through the silence. It was familiar but strained, like a memory clinging to life.“I see you have moved on. Or maybe not. Why are you crying?” he asked, his voice breaking through her head and melting her heart. Her tears tripled. “Gerald I… I’m… Gerald I…I’m sorry,” Racheal choked out, her voice cracking as her emotions surged uncontrollably. She sank back into the chair, clutching the phone tighter as though holding it would somehow pull him back from the abyss. “I never wanted to hurt you... I never wanted any of this.” Her words were tangled in the rawness of the moment, each syllable carrying the
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 392
“Let me finish. I sacrificed everything for you and your family. Guess what, I met Nathan. And now I understand your family better. You killed Candace even after everything she did for you. She was more than a daughter. She was the spine of your family. And Nathan was her spine. And guess what your family did to her. I guess no one is ever enough for the Davenports.” Rachael had nothing to say in response. This was definitely the reason why her sister, Anita finally detached herself from the family, never to return ever again. “But Gerald I.. my family is not me. I am..” “...their blood. Driven by pride and greed, throwing away every walking stick that supported you when you stumbled," Gerald continued, his voice steady but full of pain. "Rachael, you may not have been the one to pull the trigger, but you stood by and watched. You chose them over me, over us, time and time again. You can't separate yourself from their actions now. You’re part of them." Rachael’s breath hitched, t
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“It’s been 2 fucking months, Emma. 2, long, fucking months and I… at this point, I don’t want to keep living, Emma. Just kill me or give me a knife to kill myself. Haven’t you had your revenge already? You took my hus… Alex, you took Alex from me, you took my life from me, look at me, I am…” before she could print all the words from her mouth completely, she suddenly began to throw up violently. Megan was all dressed and ready to go out. Her red dress and sleek black shoe contrasted the room she was in and the person she had in the glass cell. Megan noticed that Vanessa had been looking pale and had been throwing up for a while now. Deep down, she cared, Emma really cared. But it seemed she had been swallowed by intense rage and a twisted sense of revenge that she had turned Vanessa to an animal. To be honest, what Vanessa did to her, the way Vanessa treated Emma when the tables were flipped, it was more diabolic and inhuman. At least, Vanessa got to eat three times a day and sh
CHAPTER 395
Vivian shrugged. "He left me no choice." Lightning split the sky. The revelation, though not entirely surprising, still hit Anita like a dagger to the heart. "You’re a monster," Anita whispered. Vivian chuckled, finally stepping back. "And you? You’re still my daughter. No matter how much you run, my blood runs in your veins. You can’t escape it." A heavy silence fell between them, only broken by Rachael’s continued sobs in the background. Enrique sighed impatiently, dragging Rachael up by the arm. "Enough of this drama. We have a flight to catch." But before he could move another step, Anita pulled something from her coat pocket and aimed it at him. A gun. The entire family went still. Vivian’s smirk widened. "Oh, Anita… What exactly do you think you’re going to do with that?" Anita’s hands trembled, but her grip on the gun was firm. "I think it’s time to end this nightmare." Vivian scoffed with a hint of approval etched into her soft smirk. “Impressive. You have learnt ho
CHAPTER 394
But Rachael had no strength left to fight. Her body was limp, her sobs choking her as Enrique dragged her back toward the house, away from the man who had been her heart, her light in the suffocating darkness of her family.Just as they reached the door, a voice cut through the storm—a voice that sent a chill down all their spines. "Let her go." They all froze. Enrique’s grip loosened, and Rachael slumped to the ground, her tear-streaked face turning toward the source. Standing there, soaked to the bone and holding an umbrella that had been battered by the wind, was Anita. Her sister. The one who had walked away from the family’s toxicity years ago. The one who had vowed never to return.Anita’s gaze was cold, her voice steady despite the chaos around them. "I said, ‘Let her go now!’” Anita screamed. The family was stunned, Vivian looking at her sons in awe and then looking at her run-away daughter. How and why was she here? It no longer mattered. The family was now complete and
CHAPTER 393
And then she saw them: Enrique, Donald, and her mother, Vivian, standing in the doorway. Enrique’s hand was extended, a gun smoking in his trembling grip. Her head throbbed, not just from the shock of the gunshot, but from a deeper, more primal fear. Her gaze locked on her brother, the smoking gun, the raw terror in his eyes, and a wave of nausea washed over her. What had he done? And suddenly, she looked outside and… yes. Her nightmare came true. The man her heart was bleeding for, just a few seconds ago was lying there under the rain. Yes, Gerald was… motionless. He was gone. Rachael’s breath caught in her throat as her mind raced to piece together what had just happened. The raindrops blurred her vision, but she didn’t need clarity to see the dark crimson pooling around Gerald's body, mixing with the water and disappearing into the cracks of the pavement. "No!" she screamed, her voice ripping through the storm as she stumbled forward. Her legs finally moved, propelling her ou
CHAPTER 392
“Let me finish. I sacrificed everything for you and your family. Guess what, I met Nathan. And now I understand your family better. You killed Candace even after everything she did for you. She was more than a daughter. She was the spine of your family. And Nathan was her spine. And guess what your family did to her. I guess no one is ever enough for the Davenports.” Rachael had nothing to say in response. This was definitely the reason why her sister, Anita finally detached herself from the family, never to return ever again. “But Gerald I.. my family is not me. I am..” “...their blood. Driven by pride and greed, throwing away every walking stick that supported you when you stumbled," Gerald continued, his voice steady but full of pain. "Rachael, you may not have been the one to pull the trigger, but you stood by and watched. You chose them over me, over us, time and time again. You can't separate yourself from their actions now. You’re part of them." Rachael’s breath hitched, t
CHAPTER 391
“Gerald?” she whispered, her voice thick with disbelief. But the line was silent. Only the sound of static mixed with the soft, persistent rainfall could be heard. “Gerald?” she repeated, a little louder this time, as though speaking louder might make him respond. The fear that it might all be some cruel hallucination gripped her chest. After a long pause, a voice finally cracked through the silence. It was familiar but strained, like a memory clinging to life.“I see you have moved on. Or maybe not. Why are you crying?” he asked, his voice breaking through her head and melting her heart. Her tears tripled. “Gerald I… I’m… Gerald I…I’m sorry,” Racheal choked out, her voice cracking as her emotions surged uncontrollably. She sank back into the chair, clutching the phone tighter as though holding it would somehow pull him back from the abyss. “I never wanted to hurt you... I never wanted any of this.” Her words were tangled in the rawness of the moment, each syllable carrying the
CHAPTER 390
The Davenport family had overstayed their welcome in London, and it was finally time to head back to Mexico. The past few years had been anything but smooth for them. From their deceptive entanglement with Collins to discovering the truth about his identity, to the loss of their daughter—who, ironically, they had killed themselves—the rollercoaster of events had left its mark. London had been no refuge; it only deepened the fractures within the family. Vivian sat in the salon, her nails being shaped and polished to perfection in preparation for the journey. The rhythmic hum of drills and the smell of acetone barely registered as she scrolled through her phone, her mind lost in other thoughts. Enrique, on the other hand, was in his room, alone. His phone was in one hand, the other resting near an empty bottle of lotion and a pile of used tissues. His indulgent habits were a well-kept family secret, and he wasn’t planning to break that routine anytime soon. Donald and his wife, Sar
CHAPTER 389
This was it for him! The last thing he would have loved to do was look Nathan in the eye and tell him how he messed up, to let Nathan hear how sorry he was, and to plead for forgiveness and perhaps expose all of Marcus’ diabolical deeds. Then, maybe, just maybe God might consider keeping a seat for him in the sky. Neil’s creaking voice faded into his head as he got up. He could swear that somewhere out there, Nathan was alive. He hoped that the wind would take his thoughts to his old friend, even though they would never get to see each other again. As soon as Neil got back to his cell, something caught him off guard. There were more men in his room than usual. There were only 5 inmates in the room with him, himself included. But this time, he saw what felt like 12 men, all armed with muscles, some with knives, daggers, and even batons. They all turned around, keeping mute and allowing the air to get tense. One of the men stepped forward. Neil looked at Damon’s knuckle. He looke
CHAPTER 388
“You don’t know anything about me or what I’ve done,” Marcus said, his voice low and dangerous. “You think you can sit there and judge me? You, of all people? The man who betrayed Nathan, who tortured him, who made his life a living hell?” Neil smirked, unbothered by the accusations. “And yet, here you are, Marcus. Standing on the same side of the line as me. The difference is, I don’t pretend to be the hero. I don’t hide behind some flimsy excuse of love or loyalty. I own my sins.” “Shut up!,” Marcus growled, his voice barely above a whisper. But Neil wasn’t done. He turned his gaze to April, who stood frozen behind the glass wall, her expression a mixture of confusion and fear. “Does she even know the real you, Marcus? The man who handed Nathan’s sister over to Donald like a piece of meat? The man who orchestrated her escape, not to protect her, but to keep her tethered to you? Tell me, Marcus, what will she say when she finds out the truth?” This was the turning point for Marc
