“What is this?” Aaron Warren asked, looking at the blue file on the desk before him. “It’s the divorce papers, Mr. Warren,” the woman standing behind the desk replied. Aaron’s eyes widened in shock. Divorce papers? All of a sudden, he looked lost. His eyes went to the woman who was now leaning towards him with both hands on the desk. Her eyebrows furrowed, intersecting at the beginning of her nose. She wore a black suit which complimented her black hair. Her blue eyes stared at him piercing his soul. Aaron was familiar with her. She was Lilian’s lawyer, Isabel Montero. He was suspicious when she had called him to the office. It was something that had never happened before. The infuriated look on her face meant that she wasn’t joking. Aaron’s eyes fell on the blue file before him. “Divorce papers?” He said out loud. “Just sign them so we can get this over with,” Isabel said, folding her arms. “We don’t have all day.”Aaron was still trying to digest this. His eyes were shaking as

A black Audi pulled into the huge driveway of the Troyes’s estate, and a man stepped out of the car. It was Ben Rhys. He looked around the estate and nodded his head impressed. “Not bad,” he said to himself. His search for Aaron was almost over. Based on the information he had conjured, Aaron was likely living here. He had read all about him. After searching for him for over fifteen years, he was relieved to realize that he was still alive. And living well too. Ben walked up to the massive porch of the mansion before him and pressed the doorbell. He placed his hands behind him and waited. Inside the house, Lilian was rushing down the stairs. It seemed she was the only one at home presently. She arrived at the door and opened it in disinterest. It revealed a dirty blonde-haired man with a shaved beard who looked to be in his late forties. His brown eyes which looked slightly hazel gazed at her in surprise. She was stunned to find the unfamiliar man on her porch. Where were the guard

Ben reached for the door and swung it open. On the porch stood a man dressed in a black suit. He was partially bald and had a pair of glasses on. Ben smiled as he recognized the man. “Come in, Mr. Meyer,” Ben said stepping aside. The man nodded and stepped into the house. Mr. Meyer was The Lacroixs’ lawyer. He had the documents for all the properties that The Lacroix owned. He was also their legal advisor and knew Ben for a while now. “Thank you, Ben,” Mr. Meyer said touching his glass. “I heard about Mrs. Lacroix.”A distraught look appeared on Ben’s face. He wasn’t particularly happy to be reminded of Amiri’s demise. “And I brought the documents you asked,” Mr. Meyer continued. “Though I think it's strange that you would ask for them. They are all perfectly safe with me.”Ben sighed and nodded his head. “I know that Mr. and Mrs. Lacroix trusted you with them, but he asked for them,” Ben said. Mr. Meyer sighed and touched his glasses again, this time pushing them to the bridg

The crowd at the party was massive. There were flashes of paparazzi all over the red carpet. Many distinguished guests had arrived, and they were taken shots by the drooling paparazzi. The Troyes’ party seemed grand and something of a ball. It had been the talk of the town, and it had met its expectations with aplomb. Amid the ruckus, a black Porsche pulled over. The door opened and a figure stepped out of it. It was Roman Lacroix. He was stunning tonight and it caught the attention of the onlookers. His jet-black hair was combed neatly and his silver eyes showed at the lights. His black suit had a floral design and a shawl that was wrapped in the middle of it. His white undershirt sparkled and highlighted his olive skin. He was gorgeous. Roman didn’t want to catch the attention of everybody, but Ben had picked out this hit perfectly for him and had helped him dress up. Tonight was his big entrance, and so he needed to stand out. Roman straightened his suit and tugged at his bow tie.

Lincoln Troyes was running through some documents when his door swung open. He looked up at who barged into his office and it was David. Lincoln wasn’t pleased by this. He didn’t want to be disturbed as he sorted out these documents. With Roman around, he was trying to see how he could take him off his company. That wasn’t going to be an easy fest because the other shareholders knew of him now. And getting them to agree on selling off his share didn’t seem possible. Roman seemed to have won their hearts already, and this upset him. David Troyes stood before Lincoln’s desk with a laptop in his hand. His black hair was scattered across his forehead which was covered with sweat. He was in his white undershirt now with the sleeves folded. Lincoln wondered what would have brought him here. “What is it, David?” He questioned. “Lincoln. I think you may want to have a look at this,” he replied, moving closer to the desk. Lincoln cringed hard when David called his name. He had warned him s