Albert stood in the dimly lit study, the room filled with the scent of old leather and the faint hum of the city outside. He stared at the window, lost in thought. His mind was consumed by one thing revenge. Theodore had humiliated him, and now it was time for payback. But the plan had to be perfect, something that would make Theodore feel it, make him regret ever crossing Albert. His hand clenched around a glass of whiskey, his eyes narrowing as he muttered to himself."Karina," he said softly, the name slipping off his tongue like a snake's hiss. "She’s the key. I'll take her, make him watch as she suffers. He’ll come crawling to me then."His unrequited love for Karina had turned into hate, he hated the fact that Karina was with some low life. He might not have been so hurt had Karina found someone better than Derrick. Derrick was handsome he'd give him that but he doesn't believe he was the right person for her. Of course he didn't tell his grandfather about his feelings for Ka

Theodore asked Janelle to meet with him. He had left the office earlier but told Janelle to meet up with him. He had sent a car to pick her up. The evening unfolded slowly, like the turning of a page in a cherished book, each moment feeling timeless, precious. The restaurant, a hidden gem with its soft, ambient lighting and charming decor, was the perfect place for a memory that would last a lifetime. A quiet corner table by the window, draped with white linen, set the stage for what was about to happen. The gentle hum of the city beyond the glass was a soft reminder that the world continued on outside, but inside, in their small, intimate bubble, the night belonged to Theodore and Janelle.Janelle smiled across the table, a glass of wine resting in her hand, the soft red hue catching the light. Her eyes were warm, radiant, and there was a calmness to her expression that always made Theodore feel at home. He had always known that she was the one, the woman who fit seamlessly into his

Charles had officially asked everyone to come over for dinner. He had a lot on his mind to prepare for but be wanted a bit of normalcy in his life even if it was just dinner. The Wyatt estate was a picture of opulence and elegance, its towering facade bathed in the soft glow of the evening. The gardens were alive with subtle, flickering lanterns, their warm light casting intricate shadows against the marble terrace. Charles Wyatt stood at the head of the grand table set for the evening, ensuring everything was in place.He smoothed his tie as he glanced at the silverware gleaming in the soft light of the chandelier above. Every detail mattered tonight, though his mind was a battlefield of emotions. He loved Kendra more than words could express, but proposing at a dinner surrounded by family felt... off.He looked down at the pocket where the velvet box rested and sighed. No, not tonight.Kendra appeared, her gown a deep emerald that complemented the shimmering diamonds at her neck. S

The grand Wyatt mansion loomed ahead as Violet’s car rolled up the long, winding driveway. It was her first time here, its elegant stone facade illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns. She couldn't believe she was here, about to see her best friend the woman she had mourned as gone for over three years. The invitation had come as a surprise, though Violet couldn't blame Kendra for wanting privacy. For years, Kendra’s name had been shrouded in mystery, her supposed death leaving a void in the lives of those who loved her. But now, here she was, alive, and Violet could hardly contain her excitement.She couldn't believe her best friend had cheated death. She had felt kinda guilty. Over everything that happened, somehow she felt it was her fault. As the car came to a stop, a butler opened the door for her with a polite bow. "Mrs." he said. "Miss. Kendra is expecting you." He said respectfully.Violet stepped out, smoothing her coat as she took in the grandeur of the estate. The foun

The sun was setting over the sprawling Wyatt estate, casting warm hues over the villa’s pristine white walls. Theodore Wyatt parked his car in the long driveway, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and unease. His mind flashed back to the very first time he saw his father. The first time he saw Charles Wyatt, then to him his meeting with his father was never just a casual affair.He stepped inside, the familiar scent of polished wood greeting him. Butler Fern directed him to the study, where Charles had been all afternoon.Pushing the door open, Theodore found his father seated in his leather armchair, staring out of the large bay window that overlooked the gardens. Charles was lost in thought, his fingers idly drumming on the armrest. He seemed so absorbed that he didn't notice Theodore standing there until a deliberate throat clearing broke the silence."Father." Theodore said with a half-smile. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost." Charles blinked, startled, then forced a smile