As Xavier stood up amidst the escalating commotion on the field, his tall figure commanded attention, his face a mix of irritation and frustration. "Everyone, quiet down," Xavier's voice rang out, firm and authoritative. The hush that followed was perceptible, the guests and family members fixing their gaze on him, waiting for his next move. Shaking his head, Xavier directed his intense gaze at the lawyer, "Mr. Apt, I, Xavier Avendano do not accept the will you just read," he declared, his voice cutting through the stillness. Mr. Apt appeared perplexed, his brows knitting into patterns, "Mr. Xavier, this document you're talking about is legally binding, and you have no authority whatsoever to reject it..." A wry chuckle escaped Xavier's lips. "I am the new Lord Avendano," he stated boldly, his words laced with conviction. "Only I have the right to make decisions regarding the family's legacy. It's none of your business, if I'm not satisfied with the directi

"Fine, I'll marry Hernando," India's words hung in the air like a sudden thunderclap on a bright summer day, shocking everyone in the field. The declaration caught Hernando off-guard, a wave of elation washing over him as he looked at India, a broad and joyful smile spreading across his face. He sighed and winked at India. "Finally..." he muttered beneath his breath. Maria stood frozen for a moment, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. She couldn't believe what India just said. So, India was really going to marry Hernando? She thought to herself. India was a very adamant daughter and she knew India wouldn't change her mind for anything. Slowly, a wide grin spread across her face as she approached India. Cupping her daughter's face in her hands, Maria pressed a tender kiss to India's forehead, her heart brimming with pride and happiness. "I am so proud of you, my dear. I am so proud of the choice you've made," she murmured, her voice choked with emotion. India smirked almost im

Nicholas watched with a stone-cold expression etched on his features as his men forcibly removed Maria from the field. The tension in the air was thick as he raised his hand skyward, "Let go of her," he commanded and just like that, they obeyed, freeing their grip on her with a sense of reluctance. Maria, her chest heaving with rapid breaths, shot Nicholas a fierce glare, her eyes burning with a mixture of defiance and fear. As she straightened her shoulders, a sharp crack echoed through the silent field as she realigned her bone. She couldn't believe that Nicholas just did that to him. Nicholas, his smirk never faltering, sauntered over to her with a casual grace that belied the intensity of the situation. He inquired with a mocking tone, "Would you like me to grace Lord Avendano's funeral ceremony with my presence, my dear mother in law? I have missed you so much, and I must say, you've grew taller and even more beautiful." As Nicholas spoke, India bursted into laughter, winking a

The somber atmosphere hung heavy in the air as the last of the mourners made their way out of the cemetery, their footsteps echoing against the stillness of the grounds. Lord Avendano's funeral procession had come to an end, leaving behind only a handful of lingering attendees. Nicholas Avendano stood by his wife, offering her quiet comfort as she wiped away her tears, a palpable sense of loss weighing down on them both. There would be no more talk about Lord Avendano and that would just be the end. Two figures clad in sleek black suits approached Nicholas with purposeful strides, their faces adorned with polite smiles. Their presence was disconsonant amidst the mourning, their air of confidence cutting through the pall of sadness like a sharp blade. Who could they be? Nicholas wondered as he realized that they were obviously coming towards him. Nicholas furrowed his brow, a flicker of curiosity dancing in his eyes as he turned to face them. With a gentle bow, one of the men addre

The whole Avendano family members, including, the servants and guards all stood outside the grand villa, the whirring blades of the helicopter ready to take off behind them as they were all ready to bid Nicholas farewell. Nicholas held his wife n a tight embrace as she wept softly against his chest. The emotions were palpable in the air, a mixture of fear, uncertainty, and a flicker of hope. "I don't want you to leave me, Nicholas," India's voice trembled as she clung to him desperately. "I want to go with you. I can't stay here with the Avendanos any longer. Let me come with you Nics." Nicholas, his gaze filled with a mixture of love and resolve, gently brushed away her tears and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. "I have to go, my love. But I promise, I will come back for you. You have my word. You don't have to be worried... I will soon come take you with me. I just have something I need to attend to first." India shook her head vehemently, her eyes filled