Seven years ago, when Chris was a mere 18 years old, he was expelled from his home, from his family. Their strict family tradition demanded he pass the family trial to reclaim his birthright, that is, his position as the heir.He was smart and innovative. He had been involved in his father's company at a young age so he had strategies enough for him to start up a company. He founded his company while still in college while juggling his college studies. In no time, his innovative strategies and tireless work ethic set his company in an outstanding position, making it among the top 10 enterprises in the city. It was a rule in his family that every member had to experience being a commoner, without wealth and affluence. It was to instill the awareness that they were privileged and many people didn't have what they had - so they wouldn't be too proud and pompous.All the hard-earned profits from Chris's company were seized, leaving him with a mere allowance of a few hundred dollars. T

Chris felt frustrated. He hadn't drunk in a while but he needed the alcohol to help calm his nerves. He needed to be high on something. He needed nerves, lots of nerves to be able to face his family again. The whole event of the evening had destabilized him.The fact that Anna had left him just that evening and was already in the arms of another man was enough to drive anyone crazy. To make it worse, Carter had spoken to him rudely and condescendingly, yet Anna had stood there watching him, defending him, saying nothing. It made him annoyed to the point of voluntary stalemate. His head fell into his hands. What was wrong with me? He shouldn't care what Anna did with her life. She had left him, just on the verge of his breakthrough. She was his first love, but he wouldn't go pining after a woman who wasn't patient enough. A woman who didn't value the sacrifices he made for her. Especially now that there was so much at stake.He needed to pull himself together and focus on the future,

“I’ll be back soon. I want to use the restroom.” Anna said to Carter and quickly hurried off to the bathroom.She was frustrated enough to head off to the bathroom. The moment she stood before the mirror, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She looked dejected and distraught.The evening wasn't going as planned. All her big clients whom she was in partnership with had called her just this evening, a few minutes in succession, to pause their contract.What she didn't know was that they all partnered with her due to Chris's influence. The news of their divorce was spreading and the companies had to pause their partnership with her. They weren't sure where they stood in the recent news of their failed marriage.Tears escaped her eyes and she sobbed for a few minutes. When she looked up, her face was soaked from the tears. She’d never imagined everything would crumble so soon.Her fingers found their way to her hair and gripped the curly mass in trepidation."What am I going to do

Carter's face contorted with a mixture of fury and fear as he hastily grabbed his phone from the carpeted floor. Panic tinged his voice as he quickly dialed the security line."Security, this is Carter. There's an intruder in the lobby, armed and dangerous. Get in here now!" His words were sharp. Chris ignored him, his savage mood reflecting on his face. He was conflicted as he watched Anna lying unconsciously. He’d done some hard things in his life, but none of them had been as difficult as letting Anna go and having to watch her get cozy with another man, especially a man like Carter. On one hand, his heart burned with malice that she’d left him just at the turning point. She'd left him after he had given her all the love he could. She'd left him for someone she felt was wealthier than him. In her own words, 'she needed a real man'.On the other hand, he knew she was vulnerable and Carter had exploited her vulnerability. Even going as far as drugging her, just to get her into his

The room hushed as Christian walked in, striding directly to the podium where a compere stood with the microphone, ready to announce his reinstatement into the Robinson family. But Christian didn't want that, he had other plans. "I don't think that announcement should be made tonight." He said beside the willowy young man. "I'm sorry, but it's direct orders." He replied, gesturing to Christian's grandfather, Pete Robinson who sat regally at the left wing on a chair fashioned as a throne. "Do not make any announcements yet, let me speak to him," Chris said as he walked across the room to Pete. "You've been busy tonight for a man who should be reclaiming his place," Pete said, his eyes furrowed at him. "I had things to sort out." He replied and Pete snorted under his breath. "Your ex-wife?" He asked rhetorically and Chris could answer that, obviously Pete had eyes on him the entire night. "I don't think this family needs any cheap scandal, if you're divorced then keep it tha