As the boys continued to pass around the joint, their conversation veered toward the upcoming Friday night party. Shawn couldn't help but get excited, "Man, this party's gonna be off the charts. You heard about the girls who'll be there?" Rikki nodded, "Yeah, some real lookers, I heard. It's gonna be wild."Shawn's eyes lit up, "You got any alcohol in the house, Sebastian?" Sebastian didn't hesitate, "Of course, I do." He reached for his phone and dialed the household help. "Tes, we need some scotch. And hurry." Tes's voice quivered a bit, "Sir, Mama Eleanor specifically said not to touch the scotch."Sebastian's patience waned, "What the hell are you saying? Go get that bottle right now before I do something you won't like." With little choice, Tes reluctantly went to retrieve the scotch. Sebastian, still miffed, turned to his friends, "Can you believe that? She does have a fine ass, though." Shawn chuckled, "Take it easy, man. She is easy on the eyes. You thinking of making a move?"

Eleanor, her eyes fixed on Ruben, leaned in, inquiring about his true intentions, "So, what really are your intentions for her? Because there's no way a man like you wouldn't want to be with her without any motive." Ruben met her gaze with sincerity, "Ma'am, I really like your daughter. She's beautiful, smart, and everything one would want in a woman. I want her to be my wife, and I promise you, I'll take care of her. But, I can't do all these if she's still married."Eleanor corrected him firmly, "Oh no, point of correction, she's not married." Ruben, taken aback, asked, "What?" Eleanor explained, "He's just bearing the husband title, but he's not her husband, and they will soon be divorced. The papers are already drawn." Ruben's surprise was evident as he said, "Oh, really?" Eleanor continued, her voice laced with determination, "Yes."Ruben then revealed his strategy, "Listen, ma'am. I love to go through the proper channels when doing things, especially when I want something. I kno

Eleanor and Dora continued to exchange stories and relive some of their favorite memories. Their laughter echoed through the room as they reminisced about their long-standing friendship. Dora hailed from one of the most prestigious families in the LA area where wealthy elites resided. Her family owned numerous opulent properties in the city, establishing their status as prominent figures. Dora was known for her robust personality, and she always dressed extravagantly, adhering to the belief that "I have money, so I have to look my best." Her fashion choices reflected her affluent lifestyle and her desire to make a statement wherever she went. Dora, sipping her juice, leaned in and inquired, "So, how's that thing? Is he still living in your house? Because the last time I was here, he was."She was discreetly referring to Alex, who had once been a thorn in her side. Dora, ever vigilant about her social status and reputation, had distanced herself from the Sinclairs when Isabella marri

Isabella made her way back to the office, her thoughts focused on the new partnership deal she had just secured. With her excitement still fresh, she immediately called for Jasmine, to join her. Jasmine entered the office, her professional demeanor in place. Isabella cut to the chase, "What do we have left for today? We're done with most of what you had on the schedule, right?"Jasmine nodded and quickly reviewed her notes. "Yes, most tasks are completed. What about the meeting you had with Mr. Ruben from Oscorp?" Isabella smiled, her eyes bright with anticipation. "Yes, Oscorp. It went well, and the partnership deal, I just got it." Jasmine's eyes widened with excitement. "Oh, that's fantastic news, Isabella." Isabella's expression turned slightly serious. "Well, there's a 'but.'"Jasmine's enthusiasm faltered as she questioned, "A 'but'? What's the catch?" Isabella leaned in closer, her voice hushed. "We should meet with the girls later; we have a lot to talk about." Jasmine nodded

As Alex entered his room, the weight of the recent confrontation still lingering, he was met with an unexpected sound—the steady rush of the shower accompanied by heart-wrenching sobs. The realization that Isabella was in distress hit him like a wave, stirring a complex mix of emotions within him. The bathroom door muffled her cries, yet the heaviness of her sobs echoed in the confined space. Alex hesitated, torn between the impulse to rush in and the understanding that Isabella needed this time alone. He sighed, acknowledging the fragility of the moment, and made a silent decision to give her the space she seemed to crave.He could hear her cries growing heavier, a surge of empathy washed over him, and he walked closer to the bathroom, tempted to knock and offer solace. Choosing to respect her privacy, Alex gently hit the wall, he moved away, changing into fresh clothes with a sense of detachment. As Alex descended the stairs, a theatrical scene unfolded before him. Dora, with an ai