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
Amidst the ornate surroundings of the wedding venue, Niçholas and India stood facing each other, hands intertwined, their gazes filled with love and commitment. The atmosphere was serene, adorned with floral arrangements and soft candlelight, creating an aura of tranquility around the couple. The priest, adorned in ceremonial robes, began the solemn exchange of vows. "Niçholas, do you take India to be your lawfully wedded wife, to cherish and honor, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?" His voice boomed through the open space and tension hung in the air, many had thought that the young mistress of the Avendano family would end up with the Yerin, however this good looking stranger was a mystery to everyone. Maria silently prayed for a miracle, she would never allow her son to be married to that lowlife wanna be called Niçholas. She had plans of strengthening family ties and securing a higher position in the social ladder with India's wedding. Why Lord Avendan
A brief moment of silence enveloped the room, anticipation hanging in the air. Suddenly, a voice rang out, cutting through the tranquility. "I object!" The guests gasped in astonishment as all eyes turned to the source of the disruption. It was Archie, stepping forward with a solemn expression, causing a ripple of murmurs and whispers to sweep through the room. Niçholas and India exchanged startled glances, their expressions a blend of confusion and concern. The priest, taken aback by the unexpected interruption, inquired, "What is the reason for your objection, young man?" Archie took a deep breath, his voice unwavering. "I object because Niçholas... Niçholas is hiding a crucial aspect of his past. He's an ex-convict." A shocked hush fell over the guests, a tense silence punctuating the revelation. Niçholas's eyes widened in disbelief, India's expression mirroring a mix of confusion and disbelief. The priest, after a moment's pause, addressed Archie with a firm yet gentle tone.