“Mrs. Prescott,” she said as she approached her.Mrs. Prescott, holding a glass of red wine between her fingers, helped close up the gap between them. She also had a smile on her face, one that seemed to have been plastered on it for a while. “Where is your mother?” Mrs. Prescott asked.“I am right here, Lady Prescott,” a voice teased from behind her.Just perfect—a lovely reunion, Madi thought. “I didn’t quite see you there, Lady King,” Mrs. Prescott teased back.The three women soon started to talk about random things from old times. Mostly two women. Madi was more or less just there because she had to; she laughed when she had to and spoke only when she had to. After all, she could not relate honestly to what they were saying. It's always about them talking about knowing each other's kid when the kids were still young, perhaps when the kids grew their first tooth, and when one came to the other's house and something totally not funny—yet they'd laugh- happened. "So, Madi,” the at

“You leave,” Victor said. Jacob shook his head with his eyebrows lowered. “What do you mean by leave?”Victor pressed his lips down. “hmm.” He took a step closer to Jacob. “I’d double whatever she has given you,” Victor said. “I’d give you twenty million dollars if you leave now.” Jacob dropped his head. Money…“What do you say, huh?” Victor shook his hands in his pocket. “It could be yours right now.”Jacob raised his head. “Money,” he said. “It’s always about money, isn’t it?” Victor raised his eyebrow and said, “I’d tell you what? Forget about the twenty million dollars. I’d double that. Forty million dollars. It could be wired into your account immediately.” Jacob dropped his head, lifted it, and leaned towards Victor with his eyebrow raised, “If you will excuse me, I have a wedding to finish.” He was about to walk out when Victor called him again. “Everyone has a price.”Jacob nodded, backing Victor, “Well, meet the first person you will know that doesn’t.” He started to walk

Victor smirked, seeing that he had gotten her attention. “You never asked, did you?”  “You are telling me that Jacob was married to Madison King?” Mrs. Prescott said, hoping he’d say otherwise.  “Well, you are no stranger to the Kings,” said Victor.  “ I never attended her wedding. Rebecca never made a deal about it. She never invited anybody.”  “I wonder why?” Victor flaunted a victory smirk.   Mrs. Prescott's friendship with Rebbeca King has always been complicated. Everything about that friendship was just for pictures and gossip on the blogs. Two wives of billionaires pose for the camera as best friends

Jacob parked right in front of her house. It felt like yesterday when he and Riley had come to live there. It was the worst moment of his life, and Aunty Jen's too. Jacob had just lost his parents—his father, who was Aunty Jen's brother, and Aunty Jen had just lost her husband too. Losing your brother and your husband in the same month. He was too young to understand the kind of pain his aunt must have faced at that time, but he sure did understand now that he was standing there.“Jacob?” She called, turning to the person who just walked in. “Is that you?”Jacob walked up to her, leaned in front of her on one knee, and held her hands. “Aunty Jen.”“Oh, Jacob,” she removed her hands and held his chin, “have you eaten? You look pale.”She was doing it again. The same thing she did when it was her brother and husband. Jacob shook his head, he wouldn't let her do that to herself. “Aunty Jen, I am fine. I am here because of you.”"Because of me? Well, then you need to eat something first. I