In a matter of seconds, the grand Peterson mansion, usually filled with an air of wealth and untouchable prestige, now buzzed with a rare energy of joy. It was the kind of joy that had long been absent, buried under the fact that the man who was first in the row was missing. But tonight, that joy reigned, as if the very walls of the estate sighed in relief.Bridgette sat beside Kendrick on the plush velvet couch in the main parlor, her fingers glued with his. The look on her eyes envisaged the past weeks, the confusion, the fear, all of it had finally begun to lift. Kendrick was here. He had remembered. And more than that, he had chosen her. Chosen their child.She felt his thumb stroke her knuckles gently, grounding her in the moment. His touch was warm, firm, and silent.Across from them, Emily leaned against the grand fireplace, her eyes softened for once. Lisa, Bridgette’s househelp sat beside her, a satisfied smirk playing at her lips, watching the scene unfold with the ai

Texas, a city that came alive even during the evening. Its nights gleamed over the Peterson estate as the roar of luxury engines filled the morning air. The convoy was a sight to behold, sleek black Power cats high-performance sports cars, and at the center of it all, the Rolls-Royce Boat Tail, an icon of power. Inside the queen's ride, Bridgette adjusted her sunglasses, the morning light reflecting off the deep sapphire-blue hood. Beside her, Evelyn smirked, sipping an iced latte as if they weren’t about to take the most extravagant ride of their lives.From the backseat, Emily Peterson, the youngest of the Peterson siblings, clicked her tongue as she scrolled through her phone. “The whole city is talking about this car. Social media is blowing up.”Evelyn chuckled. “Well, it’s not every day someone gives their wife a $28-million-dollar car just because they can.”Bridgette shook her head, amused. “You make it sound so excessive.”Evelyn shot her a look. “Oh, sweetheart, it is exce

The beautiful decorations of the Roger's Mansion came alive after the mastery, retouching and beautification had taken place.It was the venue where the most powerful billionaires in the world had gathered. Every polished marble pillar, every strand of decorative shining balloons tied to the walls, and every floral arrangement exuded extravagance. The air was filled with the scent of aged wine, exotic colognes, and the intoxicating aroma of wealth. Laughter rang from every corner, a symphony of success and power. This was a night unlike any other, a night to celebrate the reignition of Peterson's legacy, a thanksgiving for triumph. Guests adorned in the finest suits moved gracefully through the hall, their designer shoes clicking against the grand shiny floors. Servers in tailored white gloves moved through the crowd, balancing trays of rare delicacies, beluga caviar, gold-dusted truffles, and vintage champagne poured only for those whose net worth exceeded a billion. Among them w