Eleanor, her eyes fixed on Ruben, leaned in, inquiring about his true intentions, "So, what really are your intentions for her? Because there's no way a man like you wouldn't want to be with her without any motive." Ruben met her gaze with sincerity, "Ma'am, I really like your daughter. She's beautiful, smart, and everything one would want in a woman. I want her to be my wife, and I promise you, I'll take care of her. But, I can't do all these if she's still married."Eleanor corrected him firmly, "Oh no, point of correction, she's not married." Ruben, taken aback, asked, "What?" Eleanor explained, "He's just bearing the husband title, but he's not her husband, and they will soon be divorced. The papers are already drawn." Ruben's surprise was evident as he said, "Oh, really?" Eleanor continued, her voice laced with determination, "Yes."Ruben then revealed his strategy, "Listen, ma'am. I love to go through the proper channels when doing things, especially when I want something. I kno
As Sebastian returned home, exhaustion etched across his face, he attempted to make his way to his room. However, his mother, Eleanor, intercepted him, her voice laced with concern and irritation, "Hey, hey, where do you think you're coming from, and where do you think you're going?" Sebastian, feeling weary and irked, replied, "Mum, can I just go in and save me the stress? I'm so tired."Eleanor pressed on, her patience wearing thin, "Tired of what exactly? Your joblessness?" Sebastian, sensing his mother's dissatisfaction, let out an exasperated sigh, "Okay, mum, if you have something to say, say it." Eleanor's eyes bore into him as she questioned, "My Scotch, what happened to it?" Sebastian, feeling the weight of his actions, promised, "I'll get you your Scotch back."Eleanor, still demanding answers, inquired, "How?" Sebastian turned and walked toward his room, his voice firm with determination, "I will." After his shower, Sebastian called on Tes to bring him some food. She prompt
Eleanor and Dora continued to exchange stories and relive some of their favorite memories. Their laughter echoed through the room as they reminisced about their long-standing friendship. Dora hailed from one of the most prestigious families in the LA area where wealthy elites resided. Her family owned numerous opulent properties in the city, establishing their status as prominent figures. Dora was known for her robust personality, and she always dressed extravagantly, adhering to the belief that "I have money, so I have to look my best." Her fashion choices reflected her affluent lifestyle and her desire to make a statement wherever she went. Dora, sipping her juice, leaned in and inquired, "So, how's that thing? Is he still living in your house? Because the last time I was here, he was."She was discreetly referring to Alex, who had once been a thorn in her side. Dora, ever vigilant about her social status and reputation, had distanced herself from the Sinclairs when Isabella marri
Isabella's day at her job was hectic as usual, and she was busy with the schedule for the day. Suddenly, her phone rang, displaying an unknown number. She hesitated for a moment but eventually picked up and answered, her voice edged with irritation, "Hello, who's there?" The caller's voice was calm and apologetic, "Hi, it's Ruben." Isabella let out a sigh, her annoyance palpable in her response, "What do you want, again?"Ruben quickly replied, "I'm sorry, Isabella. I didn't mean to upset you. The last time we actually talked, we said we'd eat lunch together." Isabella couldn't help but bring up the previous incident, her tone laced with skepticism, "Oh, you mean the last time, you actually threw up a show. And how did you even get my number?"Ruben's voice carried a sense of urgency as he replied, "Okay, I apologize, but can I make it up to you over lunch or dinner?" Isabella, still somewhat taken aback by the unexpected phone call, replied, "I can't right now, I'm busy." Ruben persi
Isabella made her way back to the office, her thoughts focused on the new partnership deal she had just secured. With her excitement still fresh, she immediately called for Jasmine, to join her. Jasmine entered the office, her professional demeanor in place. Isabella cut to the chase, "What do we have left for today? We're done with most of what you had on the schedule, right?"Jasmine nodded and quickly reviewed her notes. "Yes, most tasks are completed. What about the meeting you had with Mr. Ruben from Oscorp?" Isabella smiled, her eyes bright with anticipation. "Yes, Oscorp. It went well, and the partnership deal, I just got it." Jasmine's eyes widened with excitement. "Oh, that's fantastic news, Isabella." Isabella's expression turned slightly serious. "Well, there's a 'but.'"Jasmine's enthusiasm faltered as she questioned, "A 'but'? What's the catch?" Isabella leaned in closer, her voice hushed. "We should meet with the girls later; we have a lot to talk about." Jasmine nodded
After a long day's work at the factory, Alex and Daniel changed into their casual clothes, the scent of machinery and sweat lingering in the air. As they walked out of the factory together, the clinking of their boots echoed in the emptying workspace. Daniel, ever the perceptive friend, looked at Alex and asked, "So, how are you really doing, bro?" Alex offered a standard response, "I'm good, man."Daniel, undeterred, pressed further, "Don't give me the 'I'm good' crap. How are you really holding up?" A moment of hesitation crossed Alex's face before he admitted, "I'm fine... I mean, it's not been easy living with them, but I can take it." Daniel wasn't convinced. "You sure?" Alex nodded, "Yes." Daniel, with a sly grin, remarked, "Because my couch is available for you, whenever." They both chuckled at the offer, a testament to the camaraderie they shared.As Daniel headed off with a parting word about meeting at Zac's, Alex affirmed, "I'll be there." They exchanged their unique handsh
As Alex entered his room, the weight of the recent confrontation still lingering, he was met with an unexpected sound—the steady rush of the shower accompanied by heart-wrenching sobs. The realization that Isabella was in distress hit him like a wave, stirring a complex mix of emotions within him. The bathroom door muffled her cries, yet the heaviness of her sobs echoed in the confined space. Alex hesitated, torn between the impulse to rush in and the understanding that Isabella needed this time alone. He sighed, acknowledging the fragility of the moment, and made a silent decision to give her the space she seemed to crave.He could hear her cries growing heavier, a surge of empathy washed over him, and he walked closer to the bathroom, tempted to knock and offer solace. Choosing to respect her privacy, Alex gently hit the wall, he moved away, changing into fresh clothes with a sense of detachment. As Alex descended the stairs, a theatrical scene unfolded before him. Dora, with an ai
As the conversation deepened, Alex's demeanor shifted, revealing a vulnerability that he had kept guarded. "To be honest, I don't know how things are with Isabella and me anymore," he confessed. Maria, sensing the weight of his words, gently inquired, "How do you mean?"Alex sighed, struggling to articulate the complexities of his emotions. "I mean, we were happy, and then suddenly, we're not. Everything just feels like... I don't know." Maria, empathetic and supportive, reached out, clasping his hand. "You can trust me. Tell me."Taking a moment to collect his thoughts, Alex began to open up. "Okay, Isabella and I were in love. I mean, we were so happy together when we were married, and we promised to be the same way and not allow anything to come between us. But since her dad passed, it hasn't been the same way." Moved by the depth of his emotions, Alex's voice carried the weight of genuine concern as he continued, "And I love her, God, I love her so much, and I don't want us to end