"Are you— Are you crazy?!" August blurted out after blinking twice as he stared at Charles, who was in front of him. 'Who the fuck am I to inherit a corporation as large as he had?' he even asked himself as his brows furrowed. He wasn't even qualified to be a small group leader, and being an heir seemed like a ridiculous sentence for him unless it was just a joke to give him a glimpse of hope that he could make it to the top instantly with the Remington family's help. And August admitted that he hoped that Charles Remington would help him in some way. Charles' smirk widened as he stood up properly and placed his hands in his pockets. "I am not crazy, young man— Not yet. Let's say that I'm trying to strike a negotiation with you." Even when he saw August working at the Sandoval Corporation, working hard for the promotion he had ever dreamt about, Charles knew that persuading August to hold onto the Remington Corporation would be challenging. Especially when he didn't have plans

“Welcome back, miss Daphne,” the driver greeted Daphne as soon as she entered the car. Johnny was the assigned driver for her every time she was in the States. He had been waiting for her as Daphne chose a suitable dress that would match the theme of the engagement party of Bruce and Samantha. “Thank you,” she answered politely. Aside from being a driver, Johnny was working for Bruce, so she knows that Johnny reports every move she made, every dress she bought, and every word that was coming from her mouth. Bruce always said it wouldn’t be good for the Sandoval family’s reputation to let her be alone and that some rivals might use her to their advantage. But Daphne wasn’t born yesterday. She knew that there was a different reason why Bruce was protective of her. “Where to?” “Sandoval mansion, please,” Daphne said as a sly smile escaped her lips before she turned her head back to look for someone she had been watching for a while. Augustus Fordman. ‘I hope he sees the invitati

AS AUGUST and Daphne walked inside The Rosehouse, all eyes were on them— including the other visitors and the reporters. August looked uncomfortable, as he wasn’t used to the attention people were giving them, while Daphne acted casually as if she had lived this kind of life. Daphne’s hands clung to August’s shoulder as her fingers, with yellow nail color, tapped lightly onto his skin. He turned his head and bent a little to glance at Daphne, only to stop himself from breathing and walking as he felt mesmerized because of her beauty. “Are you okay?” Daphne asked before a genuine smile escaped his lips. August could only nod as his lips were slightly parted, not knowing what to say. He thought Samantha was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen— not until he saw Daphne that day. However, he could say that Daphne’s characteristics weren’t real. He could feel inauthenticity on it. And that’s what August hated the most— people who loved pretending, which made him loathe Samantha. A

“LET US welcome the most popular couple in the town… Bruce Sandoval and Samantha Evergreen!”The mellow music started to overbear the chit-chat of the visitors as Bruce, who was wearing a gold and white suit, and Samantha, who wore a gold and pink ball gown, both went up the stage.They were holding each other's hands. Bruce smiled at Samantha which she immediately returned."Samantha..." August mouthed, almost in a whisper, as his heart skipped a bit.For everyone, it was a heartfelt scene between lovers who decided to tie the knot after all those years with lots of challenges they encountered.But for August, it was the most horrible scene he had seen— even more horrible than those insults and judgments he had taken from the people around him."They looked like a royal prince and princess!""Well, because they are!""Can't wait for the wedding already!"He could hear the praises of the people around them. It intensified the pain in August's heart more.There was nothing more painful

AUGUST BLINKED his eyes and turned his head to see who was the man who entered the other door. It was a tall man wearing a white polo shirt and pants. Despite the casual clothes, a powerful aura was evident around him. ‘Jake Sandoval,’ August thought. He was the CEO of the Sandoval Corporation and the head of the Sandoval Family. He was the mastermind of all the transactions. In all those years he worked at the Sandoval Corporation, he only saw him twice: One at the general assembly and the second at the emergency meeting when the stock prices decreased drastically because of an issue he couldn’t remember. He wasn’t active at the company, but no business transactions, especially the most crucial ones, were done without his approval. August was always intimidated every time he saw Jake, but he couldn’t help to think that Charles Remington had a more powerful and intimidating aura— yet he was comfortable with him at the same time. “F-Father…” Daphne mumbled as her hand traveled ont