Niçholas's hands trembled slightly as he reached for his phone, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. He knew he needed to have a serious conversation with Candace about what had just transpired. He never got along with neither his ex mother in-law nor his ex brother in-law, so he didn't expect a normal reaction from them. With a deep breath, he dialed Candace's number, hoping for some clarity and understanding. The phone rang for what felt like an eternity, heightening Niçholas's frustration. "Who the hell is he calling? Don't even think you can threaten us with those body guards. You are just a call away from prison." Archie said. Finally, the call was answered, but it wasn't Candace on the other end. A voice he didn't recognize asked, "Hello, how may we be of help?" Confusion swirled within him as he wondered who had picked up Candace's phone. After a brief moment of silence, Niçholas mustered the courage to ask for Candace. "I do not want much... May I speak to Cand
It was the eve of Niçholas and India's wedding, a day that had been eagerly anticipated by the Avendano family. The grand Avendano Manor was filled with the hustle and bustle of preparations, as Lord Avendano meticulously attended to the arrangements, leaving no stone unturned. The atmosphere was a whirlwind of activity, with decorators adorning the sprawling field, ensuring that everything was perfect for the big day Lord Avendano, beaming with pride, oversaw every detail of the arrangements himself. The air was abuzz with activity as servants decorated the expansive field, transforming it into a picturesque setting fit for a union of two souls. Yet, amidst the frenetic flurry of preparations, Maria stood at a distance with her arms crossed, a mask of disgust etched upon her face. Maria's mind swirled with conflicting thoughts as she watched the bustling scene before her. She couldn't bear the thought of her daughter marrying Niçholas, and every beat of her heart whispered objection
Yerins winced in pain as his hand instinctively reached up to cradle his stinging cheek. The force of India's slap echoed through the air, sending shockwaves through his body. He could feel his chest tightening with a mix of anger and confusion. How did they end up here? His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, his words trapped beneath the weight of the silence that hung heavily in the air. India's eyes burned with fury, her gaze fixed on Yerins. Her voice, dripping with venom, accentuated her disdain. "Do not dare touch me in that manner ever again. Ever. The moment news of your presence reached me, I knew you had ulterior motives for coming.... You just didn't come here to felicitate me. Now, listen carefully... I demand that you never step foot in this Manor again, otherwise, you will rot in jail," she cautioned, her voice quivering with the force of her anger. With those words hanging heavily in the air, India swiftly spun on her heel and purposefully strode away, leaving Yerins
For several minutes after the cars drove away, the group stood on the grand driveway, their minds consumed by elegance, kindness and simplicity of the Royal group. The air was tinged with a mix of awe and disbelief. "There is nothing suspicious about this. If the CEO of the Royal group had sent you a gift, then... he probably has heard about your achievements and personality." Lord Avendano replied India. "I believe these are the kinds of people we should stick to associating with. People that can help us, not people who do not have family. I still can't imagine how many people will be disappointed when they saw that the latest son in-law of the Avendano is a nobody," Alex said, his voice dripping with disdain and mockery. He glanced at India who sent a hard glare at him. "Be cautious of your choice of words, Alex," India warned coolly, her eyes brimming with simmering irritation. "Remember your lineage, for you are no true Avendano. Should you wish to continue on this path, be prep
"This has to look perfect!" Candace muttered as she carefully folded the exquisite golden wrapping paper around the luxurious Sac Bijou Berkin bag. Each crease was a testament to her meticulousness, mirroring her desire to impress the Avendano family. As she worked, her mother, Gladys, entered the room, her eyes betraying her curiosity. "What are you wrapping, Candace?" she asked, peering over her shoulder. Candace beamed, holding up the beautifully adorned gift. "It's a Sac Bijou Berkin bag, specially designed for India by my friend, Pierre Hardy. India will absolutely adore it. I can't wait to give it to her." A furrow appeared on Gladys' forehead. "A Berkin bag? And how much did this bag cost you?" Candace's smile wavered for a moment, but she quickly recovered. "Just two million dollars, Mother... Why do you ask?" Gladys's eyes widened in disbelief, her mouth hanging open. The shock was evident on her face as she repeated the staggering amount. "2 million dollars?" Candace wa
With anger simmering in her eyes and curiosity driving her forward, Candace approached the crowded gathering, her determination shining through her every step, her mother's influence, radiating her gait as she walked. Beside her, Isolde, Gladys, and Archie followed in lockstep, their expressions a mirror of her own emotions. The crowd seemed to part as if sensing the mounting tension, until their gazes landed on Niçholas, standing in the midst of the chaos. "Niçholas!" Candace's voice pierced through the air, jarring Niçholas's attention away from the crowd. He looked up, only to find Candace and her family glaring at him with a mix of disgust and disbelief. What are they doing? Was the first question that came into Niçholas's mind. Confusion furrowed his brow as he stepped closer to where they were standing, his voice edged with uncertainty. "Candace? What are you guys doing here? The guests seat are over there... Why did you call me?" Candace's fury crackled in the air as she con
Niçholas stood tall and composed as he closed the distance between India and himself, his arm entwined with India's as they gracefully made their way down the aisle. The soft murmurs in the crowd swirled around them like an invisible gust of wind. Whispers danced from one guest to another, wondering aloud about Niçholas. Some speculated about his lineage, his background, and the wealthy family he might belong to. Among the gathering, a familiar face was contorted with surprise as Candace caught sight of him. Her widened eyes mirrored the shock rippling through her as she tried to comprehend the scene unfolding before her. She looked from Archie to Isolde hoping to be told her eyes were playing games with her. "Who is he, really?" hushed voices in the neatly organized and seated crowd questioned, echoing through the elegant field adorned with opulent decorations. "Surely, he must be from a prominent family to wed the young mistress of the Avendano family, he looks really handsome," o
As the trio conversed, Candace asked an unexpected question that left Isolde and Nimah in a state of shock. "What if he's marrying your cousin to become the Son in law and have a share in the Avendano inheritance?" The question from Candace struck a cord in Nimah's heart, Nimah had never thought of it that way, she had only despised Niçholas because he was a lowlife with guts. Now that Candace mentioned this, a new idea crept it's way up her dubious mind. Now she had a nail to use in crucifying Niçholas and India but she would wait for the most appropriate time to strike. She feigned gentility and dismissed the question from Candace. "Candace, I must say, this wedding is quite the spectacle then, isn't it?" Nimah remarked, her tone seemingly casual. Candace, still reeling from the news but not yet eager to depart, nodded in agreement. "Indeed, quite the affair but I wonder how they met." Nimah leaned in a bit closer, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "You know, there's somethin