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From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 59
The morning was a beautiful one for Nathan. He slept well and did not bother waking up to prepare for school as he was under suspension. He actually needed to have a good night’s rest. He had the most busy month of his entire life. As soon as he was out of bed, he walked into the kitchen to prepare himself a cup of coffee. He looked at the world through the facade of his window and he admired the serenity that lavished his mighty home. It was empty, really empty. Sometimes, he would even hear his own echoes when he made calls. He needed people around. Despite the fact that he loved living in solitude, it was mentally exhausting. He thought about his friends, Marcus and Neil. He understood their feelings and chose to see things from their perspectives. They had every right to be angry. He never told them who he was and how he got his wealth. He wished they would understand that he despised attention and he only desired to keep his wealth a secret. How would they react if he just
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 60
Nathan flared up. He was boiling with rage. From the records he amassed, the company made over $85 million every single month from sales and over $50 million from revenue. Why then would paying staff their dues be an issue? Why should it be delayed? “What is your due, woman?” Nathan asked gently, trying not to express his anger in front of his worker. “$20,000, sir. And please, I beg of you, keep this conversation between us. If Mr. Bernard finds out I’ve spoken this way about this company, I will be kicked out for good, maybe even arrested. He is not a very pleasing man.” Emily explained. Nathan shook his head in disbelief and dissatisfaction. He had expected more. A lot of changes would be made around here. But one thing that kept him calm was the receptionist’s attitude. She just smiled through it all. She did not act like someone who took these matters hatefully. She was a good lady and deserved to be recognized. “Spill me your account details, I want to thank you for
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 61
“Hello, how may we assist you?” The officer asked David. “Oh, um.. hi. I’m David Lynch. My father is Mr. Lynch, the owner of D Royals restaurant. He owns…” “That is absolutely great, sir. Now, why are you here?” The lady in black cut Dave short quickly before he narrated his whole wealth story right there. “Ummm… I’m here with regards to a guy held hostage here. Nathan Reed. He was locked up cause he stole an expensive car.” Dave explained explicitly. The lady looked suspiciously at Dave. “Is there a problem, Mr. Lynch? You seem to be interested in this person. Are you perhaps involved in this case yourself?” The police lady asked, scheming to draw words from Dave’s mouth. “No, no. Why would you say such a thing?” he asked, feigning annoyance. “Nathan was my classmate and we were friends in college. So, I want to see him right away!” he ended in a commanding tone. The police officer grinned and gave Dave a ‘I don’t believe you’ look. “Well, Mr. Lynch, if you are Nathan’s
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 62
Ms. Johnson looked taken aback but quickly composed herself. "I’m afraid that information is confidential. Our clients’ privacy is of utmost importance." Anastasia leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. "This isn’t just about privacy. We’re being publicly humiliated, and our reputations are at stake." Ms. Johnson sighed, understanding the gravity of their situation. "I understand your frustration, but our agreement with Mr. Humble Bunny is strictly confidential. I can assure you, however, that our partnership with him is legitimate and above board." Charles, who had been quiet until now, spoke up. "What if we told you we believe Mr. Humble Bunny is using illegal means to undermine us? Would that change anything?" Ms. Johnson’s expression softened slightly. "If you have concrete evidence of any illegal activity, we would be obligated to investigate. But without proof, our hands are tied." Dave clenched his fists in frustration. "This isn’t over. We’ll find a way to expose him." Ms.
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 63
The trio froze, their faces a mixture of shock and confusion. They had been convinced that Nathan was Mr. Humble Bunny, but now, standing before them was someone entirely different. Charles held his head high as he tried to understand if this would be the point in his life where he would begin to choose facts over beliefs. He believed with all his heart that Nathan was the bunny guy. Not a single soul would have changed his mind. But guess he was wrong. He felt bad for ever having so much belief in his intuition rather then on comprehensive facts. Anastasia was the first to regain her composure. "Who are you?" she demanded, trying to hide the tremor in her voice. The young man smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "As I said, I am Mr. Humble Bunny. But you can call me Adrian. Adrian Caldwell." Charles glanced at Dave and Anastasia, trying to gauge their reactions. "So, you're the one who bought ReyLux and trashed the Bunny Diamonds?" he asked cautiously. Adrian nodded. "T
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 64
“Sure, April.” Nathan replied. “Are you truly that Bunny dude? Tell me the truth!” She asked. Nathan sighed silently. “No! No I am not. Come on, you want to compare me to that crazily rich guy?” He replied. April went silent for a while. She had confirmed that Nathan was not the Bunny guy. That guy felt like a god. So hard to reach, yet his influence was felt so closely. “I heard that you were released. Look, I know you are not a thief. Dave was the person who framed you. He hates you so much, Nathan and I hear he is planning to do away with the Humble guy. If you are involved in any of this, please, stay away. You are a good guy and you don’t deserve to be treated badly!” April said. Nathan just stood there, speechless, his phone held up against his ear. April truly cared about him. He saw it the day she stood in for him when Dave was trying to bully him. She stood up for him and had a sudden burst of bravery. That was remarkable. It was something Amanda never had. “Um,
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 65
“Hey, Neil! Neil, wait up!” Nathan called out, running after Neil who had his AirPods on. After running for a while, he met up with him and stopped him. He was already panting from running that hard. “Hey bro! You gotta keep those AirPods back into their houses. They could get you killed someday.” Nathan said, panting. Neil looked at Nathan. Different emotions encamped around his face. He pushed away any intrusive thoughts and just opened his arms to hug his bro. Nathan was surprised. He had expected Neil to be angry and upset with him. The hug felt good though. “Look, Neil, I am so sorry and I…” “I believe you!” Neil suddenly cut in. “Huh? You mean you believe that I am not a robber?” Nathan asked. Neil nodded yes in response. “Look, man. I’m sorry I doubted you! I just couldn’t believe that any one could be this fucking rich overnight and I still don’t know how you were able to afford that ride, bro. But if there is one thing I am certain of, it’s that my bro a
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 66
Cheng bar always held up to it’s magnificient legacy. The building was itself was a big tourist center for poeple who loved to have a great time drinking. It also had a few rooms where guests could spend the night! Adrian sat alone on his barstool, gulping down his champange when Anastasia walked up to him and grabbed a seat right next to him. “You make choices quickly and that is a really smart thing to do, beauty!” Adrian was the first to speak up. “Hi, Mr. Humble Bunny.” Anastasia said bluntly and ordered a glass of red wine and began to sip into her glass of wine. She said nothing more to Adrian, her appearance was loud enough to have sent any message she wanted to deliver. She wore an explicit silk red dress that clung to her body, accentuating her curves, with a plunging neckline that left little to the imagination. Her makeup was flawless. She was a naturally beautifully born lady, but whenever she plastered makeup on her face, she looked like a goddess. Adrian raised
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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
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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
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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
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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
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“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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“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
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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
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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
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“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
