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From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 73
Nathan walked up to the man and demanded to know what was going on. The man simply looked at him and his anger even worsened. “And who the fuck are you?” the man replied angrily. “I am a peace maker and I demand to know why you would want to hit a woman on her head. Not just any woman, your own wife. Who does that?” Nathan asked gently, his voice as firm and stoic as his posture. “I give you three seconds to leave this place or…” “My dad always beats my mom. He said she stole $2 Million from his account and that is a lie. My mother would never do that. He is threatening to divorce her.” the young boy said bravely, clutching his mother’s hand with every ounce of strength in his body. The abusive man was about to raise his fist to hit his son, but Nathan quickly intercepted by grabbing his hand before he could hit the young boy. From the way Nathan firmly gripped the man’s hand, everyone around knew that Nathan was stronger despite being the younger one. His grip was so firm
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 74
The man was shaking. He clutched his phone tightly and refused to release it to Nathan. “You know what? Fuck you! Who gave you the authority to be judge over my family? Are you even a fucking lawyer or a cop?” the man spat, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear. Nathan remained calm, his gaze unwavering. “I’m neither, but I am someone who values justice and integrity. Now, hand over your phone. We had an agreement.” The crowd around them murmured, the tension in the air was getting thicker. They already knew that the bastard was the one with the same money he was looking for. His body movements were clearly expressed. Suddenly, he raised his hand and smashed his phone on the ground, shattering it to a hundred pieces. “There you have it, loser. What do you have on me now? I am fucking innocent. What will you tell the police when you have no proof. If you need my phone, there it is on the floor lying next to your fucking leg.” the man laughed and was about to move, but t
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 75
“Look, son. You should not go around fucking any lady you see, come on!” Becca complained. “She isn’t just anybody, Becca. She is a fucking celebrity. Don’t you know her?” Dave flared up. “And why would you just barge into my room that way? Should I not have some privacy?” Becca grunted. “I am your stepmom, Dave. You should stop calling me by name. And I thought you already have a girlfriend. Why give yourself to another woman?” “Look, stepmom. I have a student bouquet to attend and I am running late. If you are not coming with me, then it’s fine, I’ll go on my own. When I return, I will fuck you hard for not going with me!” Dave said and grabbed his phone from the table and his car keys, then he forcibly pulled himself to Becca and kissed her. “You should stop being silly, you know. Your father might catch us. Come home early for dinner!” She announced loudly and chuckled as Dave left the mansion. Dave drove to Amanda’s house to pick her up as always. He dashed into her ap
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 76
Nathan Reed, a 20 years old 6 '2 student, dressed elegantly in a black expensive suit marched majestically onto the stage. His walking steps were perfect like he calculated his every movement. His chiselled jawline was still visible even from a distance. His black hair glowed and his face was like that of a god. “Hi.” He began. His voice immediately resonated around the room. It was deep and thick, commanding respect. Almost every single girl in the room began to drool over Nathan. “Is that the Nathan Reed from Luxton college?” “The one who was accused of stealing the Egoista?” “Yes! He.. I don’t understand. Was he just framed?” “Is that milkman? He was arrested. How then..” Many questions, but so little answers. “I am Nathan Reed, but some of you know me as Mr. Humble Bunny!” Nathan exclaimed. David’s eyes widened. As well as Anastasia’s and Charles’. But Charles was more excited than scared. “So he is the Bunny guy? The guy who donated $53 Million at the gala?”
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 77
“Oh, hey Selene. What are you doing here alone?” Dave asked as he hugged her calmly. All the while, Amanda was observing his every move with contempt. “What am I doing here? I’m doing the same thing you’re doing here, dancing! Wanna dance?” She chuckled and extended her hand towards him. Dave hesitated for a moment, glancing up to see Amanda still staring at Nathan. His frustration boiled over, and he decided to take Selene up on her offer. “Sure, why not?” he replied, taking her hand. Selene led him to the dance floor, and they began to move to the rhythm of the music. The lights flashed around them beautifully. Dave tried to lose himself in the dance, but his eyes kept darting back to Amanda and Nathan. He was both angry and scared at the same time. As the music picked up pace, Selene leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. “You seem tense, Dave. What’s going on?” “It’s nothing,” he muttered, trying to focus on the beat. “Just some stuff I need to figure out.”
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 78
“What are you doing here?” Were the first words that David uttered. “What am I doing here? I’m checking up on my friends. I smell tension in the air. Is something wrong?” Nathan asked calmly, almost in a mocking tone. Neil stood beside him, not a word coming out from his mouth. He was a more reserved person. Dave walked up to him and grinned his teeth. “I know what you are trying to do. You are trying to make us feel inferior because you met Elon Musk. Fuck you! You will always be the same broke church rat to me!” Dave spat rudely. “Oh well, sir Elon came here to revive old memories. I brought him here, not you. I went to his company, not you! And you should have seen how massive NexGen is. I doubt you’d ever be able to see it though. And no, I am only interested in what you are doing!” Nathan said, adding more mockery to his voice. “Oh, hi, Nathan. It’s good to see you! I told my friends that you were Mr. Humble Bunny, but they did not believe me. I was so sure!” Charles e
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 79
The event was a successful one for all other students. It ended beautifully with lots of dance and uncensored booze. After the party, people went all round, looking for the Nathan Reed guy to take pictures with and even connect with him. But as usual, he was nowhere to be found. He was probably with the higher authorities. All they were left with was his Lamborghini Egoista. Every single student made sure they took pictures of the ride. It was an exhilarating experience they would not forget soon. Social media won’t know what hit it. Marcus held a drink in his hand as he strolled back home. He was a little high from drinking too much, but thanks to his alcohol tolerance, he was still slightly aware of his environment. He darted away from the event centre, walking towards his ride which he had ordered beforehand. Suddenly, someone came from behind and pushed him to the ground. “Who’s there?” He asked, looking around as pulled himself up. Everywhere was a bit blurry. As soon
From Teardrops To Billions CHAPTER 80
“You weren’t present at the bouquet. What happened?” Nathan asked her and he sliced the onion beautifully. “I um.. My grandma was really sick and I could not leave. I had to take care of her. But I did watch the event on livestream. And yes, you lied to me!” April said gently. Nathan chuckled, almost missing a slice. “Yes. I lied. Sometimes, it’s good to keep things a secret. So, how is your grandma’s health?” Nathan asked softly. “She is getting better. She should be up and running by tomorrow. Tell me, sir Nathan, just how wealthy are you? And why have you been hiding it all the years? You allowed people to trample on your foot and call you names. Why?” April asked from her end of the phone, curiously. Nathan chucked again. He was enjoying the conversation. No, he was enjoying April’s words. He was beginning to like her too. She was a humble, sweet girl. But he had to look carefully before taking a leap. He remembered what Elon had told him. “April, I um.. I don’t know. M
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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
