All Chapters of From Teardrops To Billions: Chapter 401
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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
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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
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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
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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.
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“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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Her breathing grew ragged, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Charles didn’t flinch. Didn’t look away. “See?” he whispered. “You can’t.” Kamsi’s throat tightened. “Don’t—” “Because you’re not a monster,” Charles pressed. “You’re just a girl who’s been hurt over and over again. And you don’t know how to stop hurting.” Tears welled up in Kamsi’s eyes, but she clenched her jaw, fighting them back. “You don’t understand,” she whispered. “I have to do this, Charles. I have to.” “No.” He shook his head. “You want to. And that’s the difference.” Silence. A single tear slipped down Kamsi’s cheek, and Charles caught it with his thumb, his touch impossibly gentle. She let out a shuddering breath. “I don’t know how to stop.” Charles pulled her into his arms again, holding her tight. “Then let me help you.” Kamsi didn’t hug him back. But she didn’t pull away either. And for now, that was enough. But then Kamsi shook her head, stepping back. “You don’t understand, Charles.” She tur
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“Hold on, Kamsi, I am not done yet. Here, my friend shared this video with me. He was in the airport just yesterday and something happened. He took his phone and recorded. Mr. Frost was there, he spoke.” Charles tapped the screen, and a grainy video played. It was a dimly lit airport lounge, filled with the quiet murmurs of late-night travelers. Then, amidst the crowd, a figure emerged—tall, powerful, dressed in an all-black suit. Mr. Frost. Kamsi’s breath caught as the camera zoomed in slightly, capturing a side profile of the man. Her heart nearly stopped. The posture. The walk. The way he adjusted his cuffs—she knew those movements. Then he turned his head just enough for the light to catch his face. And Kamsi staggered backward.It was Nathan. Older. Sharper. Colder. But it was him. “Co..Collins? Na.. Nathan? Is it really you?” a voice from the person he was dealing with called out. And the figure did not deny it. The video ended abruptly, but the image burned itself int
CHAPTER 408
Mr. Frost walked into the apartment, clutching Clara’s hand as tightly as possible. Each time his skin touched Clara’s, his body felt the spark, the spark it felt when he touched Candace, hugged her, and kissed her. Memories from the past flooded into his turbulent mind. “Are you sure you want to do this? My parents are…” Mr. Frost shut her mouth with a tender, soft kiss. “Your lipstick was a bit much. Now, it’s better,” he said. The Spencer family was not a joke. Their wealth was exceedingly great. The main apartment, a four storey …mansion, loomed ahead of them, its grandiose pillars and sparkling glass windows reflecting the city lights. Mr. Frost took in every detail, analyzing weak spots, exits, and security placements out of habit. But tonight wasn’t about a mission—it was about Clara. She squeezed his hand. “They’re going to judge you,” she admitted. “They’ll try to humiliate you.” Mr. Frost smirked. Let them try. The butler at the door barely acknowledged Clara as he p
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A beat of silence. Then her father laughed. Actually laughed, which was the formal way of expressing distaste and flabbergast in the Spencers’ home. “Oh, you can’t be serious.” Deborah’s smile was razor-sharp. “You expect us to believe you’ve replaced Brod with… this?” Frost’s lips twitched at their arrogance. How rude of them! They didn't even offer him a drink? Not even a seat?! Clara’s hands trembled, but she refused to let go of Frost. “I love him,” she said, her voice defiant. Deborah scoffed. “Love?” She said it like it was a dirty word. “And what, pray tell, does he have to offer?” Frost finally spoke, his voice smooth as silk. “A world far bigger than yours, Mrs. Spencer.” The room went still. Clara’s father lowered his whiskey. “Is that so?” His tone was mocking, but there was something else beneath it now. A flicker of doubt. Frost’s smile didn’t waver. He leaned in slightly, just enough to let his presence fill the space. “Tell me, Mr. Spencer,” he said, voice low
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Frost smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before turning back to her parents. His expression was unreadable again. “Goodbye, Mr. and Mrs. Spencer.” “No one is leaving nowhere!” A voice from the doorway suddenly broke into the heavy silence. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice. It was none other than the Demon himself, Broderick Wimbleton! Brod stepped further into the room, his polished leather shoes clicking sharply against the marble floor. His expression was that of a man who owned the room—no, the world—and expected everyone else to kneel before him. Clara’s limbs paled in fear. She held Frost for support. Even with Frost by her side, she felt she was near the end of her life, as it were. She gripped Frost’s arm even tighter, her nails digging into his sleeve. She had seen Brod angry before. This wasn’t just anger. This was possession. Brod was not alone. He was with some high-ranking officers and another pretty lady, dressed in a red silky gown and leath