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
As Kia's words hung in the air, Isabella felt a mix of anger and disbelief swirl within her. She struggled to find her voice amidst the chaos of emotions brewing in the room."Okay, Isabella, I apologize. I know I shouldn't have done you wrong like this, But you don't even like the man." Kia's voice broke the tense silence, but Isabella could sense the insincerity dripping from every word."Shut up! Shut up now or else I'll make sure you're wounded," Eleanor snapped, her eyes flashing with fury."You'll do nothing of such, Eleanor. If you don't want me to take back everything I've done for you," Ruben's voice cut through the tension, his gaze stern as he addressed Eleanor's threat."So what now? You two are couples?" Jessica's incredulous voice added to the cacophony of emotions filling the room.Ruben nodded solemnly. "Yes. And she's carrying my child," he admitted, his words hanging heavily in the air."What?!" The collective gasp from the others echoed through the room, mingling wi
As the night wore on, Isabella found herself unable to find solace in sleep, her mind plagued by the events of the previous day. Thankfully, Jessica remained by her side throughout the long hours, offering a comforting presence in the darkness.As morning dawned, Isabella stirred from her restless slumber, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. Turning to Jessica, she attempted to put on a brave face, determined to face the day ahead. "Jess, you can go home now. I'm okay," she insisted, her voice tinged with a sense of determination.But Jessica wasn't about to leave her friend's side so easily. "There is no way I'm leaving you by yourself, babe," she countered, her tone firm with resolve. "You need someone with you right now."Isabella sighed, knowing that Jessica wouldn't budge on this matter. "But I'm okay, though. We need to go to work, in fact," she argued, her mind already turning to the tasks that awaited them."Not today," Jessica insisted, her gaze unwavering as she reached for her
With tears blurring her vision, Isabella drove aimlessly through the night, her mind consumed by a whirlwind of emotions. She didn't know where to go, but eventually, she found herself pulling up to her own house. The familiar sight brought little comfort as she stepped out of the car, her heart heavy with grief.As she pushed open the door, still consumed by her tears, Isabella's eyes fell upon Tes, standing before her with bags and luggage in hand, a look of determination on her face. Confusion clouded Isabella's features as she struggled to comprehend the scene unfolding before her."What are you doing? Where are you going?" Isabella demanded, her voice cracking with emotion.Tes met Isabella's gaze with a mixture of sadness and resolve. "Is everything okay, ma'am? You're crying," she observed quietly.Isabella's frustration boiled over as she lashed out at Tes, her voice tinged with desperation. "Where the hell are you going, Tes?" she yelled, her words echoing in the empty hallwa
As Isabella bared her heart to Alex, her words hanging heavy with emotion, Alex couldn't help but chuckle nervously, a mixture of disbelief and uncertainty swirling within him."Isabella, what about your husband?" Alex countered, his voice tinged with apprehension as he sought to deflect the weight of her confession.But Isabella refused to be deterred, her gaze unwavering as she reached out to grasp his hand firmly in hers. "Alex, don't deflect, please," she implored, her voice filled with quiet determination. "I think about you every single day since you left, makes me wonder if you do the same too."Alex's heart constricted at her words, the memories of their shared past flooding back with bittersweet clarity. "You know what is funny is the fact that you have the audacity to tell me all these after everything I have been through because of you," he retorted, his tone tinged with bitterness."Don't say that. You know you weren't completely honest," Isabella countered, her voice soft
As Grace's questions hung in the air, Alex exchanged a meaningful glance with the butler and Bambi, silently conveying the gravity of the situation. Sensing the tension building, Grace's patience wore thin as she demanded answers."What is she talking about? What about the company?" Grace pressed, her voice edged with frustration.Alex hesitated, weighing his words carefully before responding. "Mum, I promise I'll tell you everything when we get home," he reassured her, his tone earnest."Why not here, hun?" Grace insisted, her tone growing more insistent by the second."Now is not the time or place. Let's respect our friends, Mum," Alex replied gently, his eyes pleading for understanding.Rolling her eyes in exasperation, Grace begrudgingly acquiesced. "As soon as we all get home, you start talking," she declared firmly."Okay, Mum," Alex agreed, his tone tinged with a hint of resignation.Just then, a welcome distraction presented itself as Rich and his wife came into view. Sensing
As the morning light filtered through the curtains, Isabella stirred from her slumber, her senses gradually awakening to the sound of the alarm clock. Beside her, Ruben leaned in to plant a tender kiss on her cheek, his voice filled with gentle insistence."Babe, you need to get up," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin."Good morning, baby," Isabella replied with a sleepy smile, her voice soft with sleep. "What time is it?""It's 9," Ruben informed her, his tone tinged with urgency. "We need to go get ready.""I agree," Isabella concurred, her mind slowly shaking off the remnants of sleep as she reluctantly pushed herself out of bed.As they both began the familiar routine of getting ready for the day ahead, Ruben's phone buzzed with an incoming message. With a quick glance, he checked it and swiftly composed a reply, his fingers moving with practiced ease.Curiosity flickered in Isabella's eyes as she watched him, a hint of concern creeping into her voice. "Who's that?" she
As Alex meticulously adjusted his tie in front of the mirror, his mind buzzed with thoughts about the day ahead. It was the Harringtons daughter's wedding day, a momentous occasion that he had eagerly anticipated despite the whirlwind of responsibilities that had consumed him at work.Grace entered the room with an affectionate smile, her eyes twinkling with pride. "Look at my handsome son," she beamed, admiring Alex's appearance. His smile widened at her words, a flicker of warmth amidst the nervous excitement."Mum, are you ready?" Alex asked, his voice tinged with anticipation. "Because I'm picking Bambi on our way to the wedding."Grace chuckled, her laughter echoing through the room. "I just need to wear my dress. I don't want to wear it yet until I'm sure you're ready.""Okay, Mum," Alex replied, a hint of impatience in his tone. He glanced at the clock, aware of the ticking seconds slipping away. Just then, the butler entered the room."Good morning, everyone," the butler greet
Alex's eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of curiosity and concern flickering across his features. "Who?" he demanded, his voice laced with urgency.Layla leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Let's just say, it's someone you never would've suspected," she teased.Alex's eyes widened in disbelief as Layla revealed the culprit behind the company's turmoil. "It's Becca," Layla stated matter-of-factly."I knew it! I had my suspicions!" Alex exclaimed, frustration evident in his voice. He clenched his fists, his mind racing with a mixture of anger and vindication.Layla's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You knew?" she questioned, incredulous."Yeah," Alex admitted, his tone somber. "We had some trouble months back, and all directions were leading to her, but we were unable to find any evidence."Layla's expression softened as she processed the revelation. "And you're just telling me this now?" she asked, a hint of reproach in her voice.Alex's shoulders sagged
Alex's mind was a whirlwind of worry and frustration as he sat at his desk, poring over legal documents and making frantic phone calls to his lawyers. Each attempt to reach them only resulted in unanswered calls and mounting frustration.With no progress in sight, Alex's last hope rested on Layla and whatever information she had managed to gather. He dialed her number, his fingers tapping impatiently against the desk as he waited for her to pick up."Layla," he greeted as soon as she answered. "What have you found out?"Layla's voice came through the phone, filled with determination. "Hey Alex, I'm just on my way to your house. Don't leave."Relief washed over Alex as he replied, "I'm right here. I'll wait for you."They exchanged brief goodbyes and hung up, leaving Alex to anxiously anticipate Layla's arrival. As he waited, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him.Seeking solace, Alex reached out to Bambi, his voice filled with apology and concern. "Babe, I'm just