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From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 398
As soon as Donald walked out of the room, leaving Kamsi all to herself and her demons, she quickly turned off the TV. Then, she ran to her bed and grabbed the only memory of Nathan she had: an old picture of them together. It was the first and only picture the orphanage ever took of them together and yes, a private photographer took pictures of these kids and handed them over the kids, bottled in a tiny glass locket, a Christmas present. Kamsi clutched it tightly, her fingers trembling as she traced the edges of the worn-out photograph inside. The image was faded, but she didn’t need to see it clearly—she knew it by heart. Nathan, standing tall and protective, his hand resting on her small shoulder. She, barely five, grinning up at him with unshaken trust. Her breath hitched. Nathan. The name sat heavy on her tongue, unspoken yet deafening in her mind. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to cry again. Not here. Not now. Donald’s voice still echoed in her ears. "Y
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 399
Vivian, Enrique, Donald, Rebecca, and their two boys, along with Racheal, walked into the airport like a dark cloud taking over a beautiful summer sky. Rachael’s face was swollen and red from crying all night. Her face was so bloated that she had to wear a mask. Her black gown put no contrast to what she was feeling deep inside her soul. The image of Gerald, her husband, Anita her sister, the image of the both of them lying on the ground under the rain, blood pooling beneath them, their lifeless eyes staring into nothingness—Rachael couldn’t erase it from her mind. It was burned into her soul, haunting her with every step she took. Her hands trembled as she clutched her purse, the mask covering her face doing little to hide the sorrow etched into her features. The others walked ahead, their presence heavy, powerful—untouchable. But she? She was a broken woman trapped in their shadows, suffocating in grief. Vivian walked beside her, her steps measured, calculated. She hadn’t shed a
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 400
Heavy boots echoed through the terminal as armed agents dressed in tactical gear, emerged from every possible entrance. Some passengers gasped; others took a step back, hands instinctively raised as a show of compliance. “Attention, everyone,” the voice continued. “The following names, when called, are to step forward immediately. Failure to comply will result in forceful extraction.” “In the meantime, we urge you to keep your families close and safe and signal that you are in danger by blinking twice, and our offline high-end Artificial Intelligence system around the airport would notice you, and you will be attended to immediately. These people could be anyone, anywhere, but they are inside this airport, within your midst, standing right next to you, potentially carrying sophisticated weapons!” Silence. Thick, deafening silence followed. A man in an FBI jacket unfolded a paper, lifted it close to his face, and began reading. "Donald Davenport. Rebecca Davenport. Vivian Davenpo
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 401
“Ma’am, the scanner shows that you all are free,” he said, and the wash of relief that came over the family was nothing short of breathtaking. Vivian looked at her son, Enrique, with so much love and approval. Right then and there, she promised that she would hand over her entire empire to her son before she even died. Yes, she was scared, scared to death, the most fearful that she, like every other person in the airport, was. She had been faced with so many threats and had stood her ground and fought through it. Even when her entire family was jailed, she used her diabolic influence to bail them out. But this? This was fear from above. “I am giving you the chance to be free, ma’am. Are you okay? Just blink twice,” the officer said. Rachel noticed the man in hat in the far distance looking in their direction. No, looking directly at her. Who was he? Why did he keep staring from a distance? Did he know her? “I… I am fine, sir. I just have a really bad allergy. That’s all.” Rac
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 402
The Sheriff came running, almost tripping over. His day, his entire year, could not get any better. “Step aside for a bit while I address them before necessary steps are taken.” Mr. Frost said calmly and slowly. He was dressed in a black coat, making his hat even more appealing. He looked like a villain from the '80s. They were the coolest and not the modern villains that even a chicken would not be scared of. Everyone began to murmur. The man from Mr. Frost? Was it really him? “Mr. Frost? It cannot be!” “What is he doing here?” “Is it really Mr. Frost? The most powerful man in the entire universe? “The man who built the Genesis project? “Yes, asshole. He is him. Him is he! He looks so… he looks like a god!” Indeed, the man was like a god among men and his presence was majestic. How was he here? How did he know the Davenport family? Was he also involved in the investigation? The Sheriff bowed and immediately stepped back and allowed Mr. Frost to do and say whatever. The
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 403
Enrique instinctively stepped forward, towering over Mr. Frost. He was the strongest in the room, the brute force of the family, but even he felt something unnatural in the air. The way Mr. Frost stood, unmoving, undeterred—it was wrong. "Nathan," Enrique growled, trying to ground himself. "You need to calm—" Mr. Frost's head snapped toward him, and in a fraction of a second, his fingers were wrapped around Enrique’s throat. Snap. A sickening crack echoed through the room as Enrique was lifted off his feet with just one hand. "Do not call me that," Mr. Frost whispered. His fingers tightened. "You lost the right to speak my name the day you put my wife in the ground." Enrique's feet dangled helplessly, his hands clawing at Mr. Frost's grip, but it was futile. The entire family watched in frozen terror as their strongest member—their protector—was now powerless against a man they had once discarded like trash. Vivian gasped, reaching forward. "P-Please! We didn't—" Mr. Frost dr
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 404
Enrique, the strongest of the Davenports, the family’s brute force, now lay broken, his once-mighty body reduced to a bloodied, twitching mess on the airport floor. The sound of belts slashing against his skin, the crunch of fists against bone, the muffled cries of agony—it all filled the air like a symphony of vengeance. And yet, Mr. Frost watched with neither joy nor sorrow. Vivian screamed. “Stop! Please! He’s dying! Someone, please!” She turned to the Sheriff, her eyes desperate. The Sheriff sighed, shaking his head. “Mrs. Vivian, you’re lucky the crowd only went after Enrique. If you want to live a little longer, I suggest you shut up.” Tears streamed down her face, but she obeyed. She had no choice. Mr. Frost crouched down, tilting his head as he observed Enrique. His breathing was shallow, his face swollen, his eyes barely open. His fingers twitched weakly, as if trying to reach for something—perhaps a second chance. “What is it?” Mr. Frost asked, his voice eerily soft.
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 405
“Promise me you won’t scream, Kamsi. I swear I won’t hurt you.” the man said hastily. Then blindly trusting the teenager, he let her go, quickly taking off his mask and his cap. It was Charles. The last time Charles walked into her room and tried to help her after he was clearly banned from his father’s house, never to return again, Kamsi reported him to his father and Donald almost broke Charles’ neck. But here he was again. He prayed to God that this time Kamsi would not…. Kamsi ran and hugged Charles tightly, allowing her tears to soak into his shirt. Charles stood frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do. He had expected her to scream, to fight, to betray him like she did the last time. But instead, she was crying. Kamsi clung to him, her body trembling against his. Charles hesitated before finally wrapping his arms around her, holding her as if she would shatter if he let go. “I—I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice breaking. Charles closed his eyes, exhaling softly.
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CHAPTER 430 (THE END)
“What now? You’re gonna leave me here to die away? Huh? Is that how you forgive? And I don’t need your fucking forgiveness, you hear me?” “You are still a loser. Look what it took you to get here! You lost Fred, lost your employees, lost your wife, lost your sister! You are a loser, Nathan, and it will always be that way! Go on, walk away like you always do, but what I said just now is the truth, okay?” Alex roared out in agony and pain, trying to break free. His words kept opening a wound in Nathan’s heart. A wound that he was trying to heal, a wound he would spend a trillion dollars to completely close up. But Alex did not give a damn! He needed to lash out his own anger and cries. “I would kill you over and over again, brother. Our father was an asshole just like you. He hated me, he could not bear the responsibility of a son from his janitor. And I am the product of that disgusting intimacy, Nathan.” Alex’s voice broke. He didn’t want it to, but it did. His entire body shook,
CHAPTER 429 (GRANDE FINALE)
Alex Reed struggled to breathe as hard as he struggled to see. He looked around and could barely see a thing. He was in a dark room and whoever the fuck put him there was merciful enough to place a dim light above his head, just enough for him to see his own breath. He tried to move, but his body was numb, and yes, he was tied to a chair, so he could not move. He had been captured. He tried to recall the last incident that happened to him. He was in his car, driving to the airport for his departure, and then he was drinking… Yes. He was poisoned by a man who was not Mark, his driver. Someone had ambushed him, and now, he was tied up to a stupid chair when he was supposed to be on the seat of his private jet. Clearly, it was Megan. Alex had been humiliated to the core already. He had Vanessa slap him ruthlessly in public, diminishing his pride, lowering his esteem in front of the whole world. Then, he had Emma threaten him. This was not right. This was not the Alex he had envision
CHAPTER 428 (FINALE)
Marcus’s breath hitched. His heart pounded in his ears, drowning out the sound of the wind rustling through the trees. His fingers curled into fists, and for the first time in years, he felt something he had long buried—fear. His lips parted slightly, but no words came. April, oblivious to the storm brewing within Marcus, stared at Neil’s grave with a mixture of shock and grief. “Neil…” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I—I didn’t even know he was buried here. I mean, I heard he was killed. And whoever did it, death to the person.” Mr. Frost said nothing. He simply stood there, his hands in his coat pockets, his head slightly tilted, watching Marcus the way a lion watches its prey—patient, unhurried, and inevitable. “You seem shaken, Marcus,” Mr. Frost finally said, his voice smooth, almost amused. “Why?” Marcus forced a dry chuckle. “I just… I wasn’t expecting this,” he lied. “It’s just bringing back memories.” “Ah,” Mr. Frost nodded, taking a slow step toward Neil’s grave.
CHAPTER 427 (FINALE)
“You said you wanted to see me?” Asked Marcus, panting. He had been running. He dared not disappoint Mr. Frost or make him wait. Especially because Mr. Frost had been cold towards him for a while. Marcus was not sure why Mr Frost would tell him to meet him at the cemetery. He literally just returned from a journey, not a vacation trip, a work trip to Dubai and he had been there for over 1 month, alone and away from all social connections, online and offline. “Did you bring your girlfriend as I requested?” asked Mr. Frost. “Yes I did, sir.” Marcus responded and signalled for April to come over. This was yet another strange thing. Why did he request for April too? April walked up to them and greeted Mr. Frost respectfully. Mr. Frost looked into her eyes and smiled, the type of smile that came from past lives and would live on for millions of years. His smile was so endearing, thought April, the very first day she met him. There was an aura he exuded that was so… so familiar, so
CHAPTER 426
Mr. Frost stood there, silently allowing the breeze to softly kiss his tender skin. Tender? No, more like rough and craggy. In this context, many people would say he had been through hell and back. But this was not the case for Mr. Frost. He lived in hell, ate in hell, cried in hell, burnt in hell, revived, burnt again, defeated demons, defeated the devil himself, and took over control. But he was close. He was this close to losing it, this close to becoming the very thing that destroyed him. His life had been a mystery, a story that could cover over 2,000 pages and 400 chapters. If only he had been writing a story of his life, or at least just documenting some specific events or even writing a journal, then it might probably be the best selling book in the New York Times or even in the entire world. Maybe he would title it, “The Man Who Survived Hell and Ruled It.” or “A Man Called Revenge!” He scoffed. He gulped down his bottle of wine as he reminisced back to early orphan
CHAPTER 425
“I… I’m sorry, Loulou. But this is it! You remember when you I used to carry that firewood back in Egypt? And then, I would… I would, um, fall and trip over? Then you would say, ‘Abni, adhhab wastriha. ead ghadan wasawf takun 'aqwaa’?” “Then I would run back home and cry. Ha!” Alex sniffed in. “I think this is the time, Loulou. I am falling. I am tripping over, and I cannot stand by and watch all that we have built crumble. I have no one left, Loulou. Vanessa has left me, Megan she… she is a fucking snake and had been a betrayer.” “All the people I called friends are fucking leeches. Parasites. I will be returning back to Egypt, Mom, but not for long. I will be back. Stronger and better.” Cozbi just lay there, eyes shut, breathing slow and paced. Alex was not sure when she would wake up or if leaving her was the right decision. But he smelled danger. First of all, Vanessa had actually been around all those times, and then Megan, whom he thought was going to be his salvation, turned
CHAPTER 424
“Sir! Someone is here to see you!” George, his right hand man said. Donald was raging. He had been grinding his teeth for days now. What was going on? Him, Donald Arthur, one of the most feared men in the city, lost a fight to his useless son and to a little girl. He felt like a laughingstock. He had built his empire with blood, sweat, and absolute ruthlessness. He had crushed men who dared to stand in his way. He had destroyed families without blinking. And now? He had lost to them? To a boy who once cowered before him and a girl he never even considered a threat? Unacceptable. His fingers curled into fists, his knuckles turning white as he forced himself to breathe. He had been grinding his teeth so much that his jaw ached. "Who is it?" Donald snapped, his voice sharp as a blade. George hesitated. "He… uh, he didn’t give a name, sir. But he said you'd want to see him." Donald exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. "If this is another damn journalist or some lowlife trying
CHAPTER 423
Alex’s body went numb for two reasons. Firstly, her stomach was bloated. Secondly, it was Vanessa. His eyes bulged out, and he looked to Megan, who gave him a sly smile. Finally, their eyes interlocked. Alex could breathe her anger. It was like he was standing next to a fire, a hot lava, and one push from an inauspicious wind could lead to an untimely death. “You!” he said to Megan before taking slow steps to his ex, who was not official. Finally, they were sharing the same oxygen and staring eyeball to eyeball. “V.. Vanessa. I… Look, I know that…” Slap! Alex held his face. He felt humiliated. But he had to try one more time. “Vanessa. Whatever you think is not true. I…” Slap! Slap again. Slap the fourth time. This got onlookers making videos of the lady slapping the man at the airport. Alex could do nothing. He was trapped. His security guards were not with him, and he was in an open space; he could not raise hand or voice against a pregnant woman. “5 months, Alex Reed. 5
CHAPTER 422
2 Weeks Later ‘Beep’ ’Beep’ ‘Beep’ The machines hymned rhythmically, echoing into the four walls of the hospital room. Cozbi’s situation did not seem to be getting any better. It was, in fact, worsening. Alex thumped his head on the wall repeatedly. “I told her! I fucking told her! I fucking told her not to meet with Mr. Frost. Now she has a fucking heart attack.” Alex roared, curled his fist into a ball, and punched the wall. But it only left him with a pulverised hand. “She will be fine,” said Megan to comfort him. “Do not tell me she will be fine. It’s been two weeks now, and my mother had not even lifted a finger. I knew her coming to the UK was a big red flag. And you,” Alex continued, focusing his attention on Megan, “You knew she was going in to see Mr. Frost, that… that god… or whatever his fucking title is. Yet you not only approved of it, you even went in with her. All of that without my consent!” Alex roared. Then Megan stood up and walked to him. “Alex, do not
