It was like one of those nights when the Ashton family always had enough to celebrate. It could be about their evil schemes finally coming to a sensible plot, or it could be that as usual, they were always one step ahead. They were all seated in the large and undoubtedly spacious living room, bearing smiles on their faces and gladness in their hearts. Finally, one of the family's dreams was going to come to pass. “Oh, finally.” Anastasia groaned loudly. Not the kind of groan that held any form of regret, sadness or pain. But the one filled with relief. Every member of the family seated, and who equally understood what she meant either burst into a loud laughter or chuckle. “I'm so happy for you Ana. You finally get to be free.” Her aunt Monica said, a smile of satisfaction crested on her face while she helped herself with a glass of champagne from the table. “I can't believe he really thought I was going to get married to him. Tch!” Anastasia hissed out loud, her tone and face lac

Now it was evident that his plan had failed and he had to hurry with a new one or else he was going to get disgraced and probably thrown out. Morin was in a hurry to get Andrew out of the way so he could end up with Anastasia instead. He knew that with him around, and his plans involving him failing, his marriage with Anastasia was not going to go through. And by all means he needed to get married to Anastasia, even if that meant dealing with anyone who stood in his way. Justin, on the other hand, was just as restless as Morin. Since both of them had been the executioners of the evil plot, their reputation was on the line, especially now that inspector Amos had confessed. “Alright everyone,” Justin walked to stand in the middle, clapping in order to draw everyone's attention to himself. “It is now clear to us that we have made a mistake by following the false rumors which spoke I'll about our dear brother in law. So, I beg everyone to please apologize to him for speaking ill about

“I'm going to show them just how good and useful I can be to their family if they let me get married to their daughter.” Morin couldn't just get over the obsession of Anastasia over and done with. Just as much as he saw every opportunity as a means of proving his worth, so did he see this present case of Mr Roman falling ill. Everyone was now at the Ashton family mansion, and they were all panicking, looking for a means to cure Mr Roman who couldn't be treated by other doctors they had called. No one could even take what must have made him fall ill so quickly without a warning. But they were more worried about what was going to happen to him if they didn't find any doctor who was going to heal him on time. “Let me heal him. I can do it.” Andrew volunteered, stepping forward to where Mr Roman was laid right there in his bedroom. “Have you suddenly gone nuts?” Anastasia was the first to yell at him, her eyes blazing fury with the tears trickling down her cheeks. “Do you have the s

That was when Andrew stepped forward.“I can heal him.”The room fell silent for a second before chaos erupted."Are you mad?""You? Heal Mr. Roman? Don't make me laugh!""This isn't the time for jokes, Andrew!""Even the best doctor here failed, what makes you think you can do anything?"Andrew ignored the outburst. He walked calmly to the center of the room, his gaze fixed on Mr. Roman. His movements were precise, unwavering.Someone shoved him. "Get out of here!""Let me try," Andrew said, his voice firm but controlled.Anastacia looked at him with contempt. "If this is another one of your tricks, Andrew, I swear—""Give me five minutes," he interrupted. "That's all I need."Dr. Cross scoffed. "Even if I gave you an hour, you’d still do nothing."Andrew turned to a servant. "Bring me a glass of water."The servant hesitated but, after a nod from Anastasia, hurried off and returned with a glass of clear water.Andrew reached into his pocket, took out a small vial, and poured a few d

"You just left me standing there, and now you’re here, partying with Morin? On our wedding day?"Morin, who had been standing a little behind Anastacia, stepped forward then, his face tight with discomfort. "Andrew, look—" he started, but Andrew cut him off with a glare."Shut up, Morin." Andrew's eyes burned with fury. "I don’t want to hear anything from you."Andrew’s eyes narrowed. "So this is your way of running? You left me standing at the courthouse, waiting for you? I’ve been calling you, and you—" His voice faltered, his frustration boiling over. "Why didn’t you just talk to me, Anastacia?"She looked up at him, her face softening, guilt and something else flickering in her eyes. "I thought if I just disappeared, you’d cancel the wedding. I thought it would force you to make a decision. She shrugged, as if it was the simplest thing in the world.Morin looked down, his face flushed with discomfort, clearly avoiding Andrew’s gaze."Wait," Andrew’s mind was reeling. "You thought