Semua Bab From Trash to Titan: Bab 211 - Bab 220

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Maxwell stepped out first, casually offering Natasha his arm."Shall we?" he asked.Natasha looked at his offered arm, then up at his confident, reassuring smile. Suddenly, she wasn't dreading this wedding quite as much anymore. She slipped her hand through his arm, leaning into his side."Yes," she said.They stepped out of the building and into the afternoon sun. Maxwell walked her to the car and opened the passenger door for her.Natasha paused before getting in. She looked at the car. Then she looked at Maxwell. "Is this the only car you own?" she asked.Maxwell frowned. "What's wrong with it?""Nothing is wrong with it. It's fine." She ran her hand lightly along the door frame. "I just thought you would have bought something different by now. Something more modern."Maxwell looked at the car like the thought had genuinely never crossed his mind. And it hadn't. He bought this car as a test to see if his card really had ten billion. It w

They were halfway down the lobby corridor, just a few steps from the ceremony hall doors, when it happened.A deep, rumbling roar tore through the air outside. Not one engine. Several. The kind of synchronized growl that only came from a convoy of cars that had absolutely no business arriving together unless the owner wanted everyone to know about it.Immediately, every head in the lobby turned toward the front entrance.Through the tall glass windows, three cars pulled into the Belmont's circular driveway in a slow, deliberate parade. A pearl white Rolls-Royce Cullinan led the way, followed by a bright red Ferrari 812 and a blacked-out Bentley Continental GT. All three pulled up to the valet station one after the other, engines rumbling in unison before cutting off in sequence.There was no mistaking that the people who had just arrived were high net worth individuals, as the cars they just pulled up in, cost at least 1 million each. These weren't just expensive cars. These were st

He didn't dwell too much on that.Meanwhile at the same time, Aunt Diane was in a conversation with some guests when she spotted Tristan.Her face lit up the moment she saw him, and she immediately broke off from her conversation and made a beeline for him. When she reached him, Diane gave Tristan a warm hug."Tristan, dear! You look incredible. That suit. My God.""Thank you, Aunt Diane. You look great yourself." Tristan returned the hug politely, then stepped back. His three friends stood behind him, drinks in hand, watching the exchange with mild interest."Boys, this is Diane. She's Natasha's aunt and Patricia's sister. So she's family," Tristan said, gesturing to her.The friends nodded politely."Oh stop, Tristan, you flatter me." Diane waved him off, but she was clearly pleased to be called family by him. Then her face shifted into something more serious. She lowered her voice and stepped closer. "Listen. I have to tell you something. Something important."Tristan's eyebrows li

Maxwell nodded. "It is a big gap. But why does it matter? When we finally get married, we will combine both our earnings and it won't matter who makes what."He said it so casually that it threw both of them off completely. Married? Did he just say married? This man who made three hundred thousand a year was standing here talking about marrying Natasha like it was already decided. Like it was just a matter of time. Like the millions she made every month were already half his in his mind.They expected defensiveness. They expected him to puff his chest out and start justifying himself. Instead he just agreed with them, took another sip of whiskey, and looked completely unbothered.That bothered them more than anything else could have.Trisha let out a sharp, dry laugh. "No way. You can put that dream to bed right now, Maxwell. The family is never going to allow you to marry her."Maxwell tilted his head slightly, looking at her over the rim of his glass. "Why's that?""Because you aren

Tristan had always been obsessed with Natasha. Even when they were dating, he treated her like something he’d won rather than a partner. She was sharp, beautiful, and she never backed down which only made him want to control her more. But when they broke up and she landed the job as Victoria Sterling’s assistant, his obsession took on a new, uglier shape.Suddenly, she wasn't just the woman who had walked away from him; she was his golden ticket. Getting her back didn't just mean winning a girl; it meant getting a seat at the table of the most powerful company in the city.That’s when the "accidental" run-ins started. He’d show up at her gym or the small coffee shop near her house, always with her favorite drink in hand and a smile that made her skin crawl. He acted like it was just a happy coincidence, playing the part of the devoted ex-boyfriend so well that anyone watching would think she was the heartless one for ignoring him.When she blocked his number, he didn't stop. He just p