Some weeks laterThe day of the court hearing had finally arrived, and the tension was palpable as the two parties faced off in the courtroom. Bryan, flanked by Betty and Grandma Creston, approached Eva, who stood tall beside her mother."Where are my kids?" Bryan demanded, his voice firm but laced with a hint of desperation.Eva scoffed sarcastically, her eyes flashing with anger. "What makes you think I would bring my kids to this circus? What kind of father are you, anyway?" she shot back, her voice dripping with venom.Bryan's face reddened with indignation. "You're unbelievable," he muttered, shaking his head in disgust.Just then, Betty intervened, her voice calm and soothing. "Bryan, we should go. Barrister Leonard wants to see us in his office."Bryan nodded, casting a parting shot at Eva. "You should be prepared, because you're not going to win this case. You're just being stubborn."With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Eva seething with anger. Her mother placed a ca
The attorney's question hung in the air like a challenge. "So, Mrs. Eva, can you tell me what you told me before, about how you're being deceived by Mr. Bryan?"Bryan's eyes darted to his lawyer, Barrister Leonard, as if seeking a lifeline. The two men exchanged a brief, weighted glance. Meanwhile, Betty and Grandma Creston watched with rapt attention, their faces etched with surprise and curiosity.Barrister Leonard's voice was low and urgent. "Mr. Bryan, did you know what she's talking about?" He leaned in, his words barely audible. "What did she mean by saying you deceived her?"Bryan's response was barely above a whisper. "I have no idea what she's saying." His eyes widened, his face a mask of innocence.The attorney's gaze never wavered. "You can proceed, Mrs. Eva." The courtroom was silent, the only sound the soft rustle of papers and the quiet hum of the air conditioning. The tension was palpable, the anticipation almost suffocating. What secrets would be revealed? What truths
Bryan stormed out of the courtroom, his face red with rage, his eyes blazing with anger. "How can she lie like that? How can she tell the court I'm someone I'm not?" He muttered to himself, his fists clenched.Betty tried to calm him down, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "Bryan, you need to calm down. Let's wait for Barrister Leonard to come out and we'll talk to him."But Bryan was too far gone, his anger consuming him. He spotted Eva exiting the courtroom and marched towards her, his eyes flashing with fury. Eva tried to avoid him, but he grabbed her hand, his grip tight."Are you trying to avoid me now? Why can't you face me after all you've said in there?" He spat, his voice low and menacing. "Face me and repeat those lies you told the court!"Eva's eyes widened in fear as she tried to pull away, but Bryan's grip only tightened. The scene was intense, with Bryan's anger and Eva's fear palpable in the air.Eva's mother, a woman of stature and grace, stepped forward, her voice fir
Hannah's voice was laced with disbelief and sarcasm as she spoke, her words dripping with a hint of surprise. "Hey Bryan, this is so surprising. Did you just give me a call yourself? You said I should stop calling you and also stop seeing you. Isn't this amazing, you called me?" She chuckled, her tone playful but also slightly bitter.Bryan's response was urgent, his words tumbling out in a rush. "Hannah, please, I need you to do something for me. Please, it's very urgent." His tone was serious, a stark contrast to Hannah's playful demeanor.Hannah's laughter grew louder, her voice filled with amusement. "Wait, did you actually need my help? Oh my goodness, I don't believe Bryan Creston was even going to need a help from a lowlife like myself." Her words were laced with sarcasm, her tone dripping with disbelief.The line was silent for a moment, the only sound being Hannah's soft laughter. Bryan's voice was tight with tension, his words laced with a hint of desperation. "Hannah, pleas
The court hearing finally resumed, and the judge's voice echoed through the silent courtroom. "The case will now begin. The defendant's lawyer should please provide their witness."The courtroom was silent, with all eyes fixed on the proceedings. Eva's attorney stepped forward, his voice clear and confident. "Thank you, your honor. I will like to call Mr. Matthew James," he said, his words hanging in the air like a challenge.The name resonated through Bryan's ears like a shockwave. "Unbelievable, so Matthew was the witness," he muttered under his breath, his face filled with surprise and disbelief.Matthew, Eva's childhood friend and secret admirer, walked into the witness box, his eyes fixed on Eva with a mix of emotions. The tension in the courtroom was palpable, like a tightly wound spring waiting to snap. The judge's gaze narrowed, his eyes fixed on Matthew, as the courtroom held its collective breath, anticipating the testimony that would unfold."So, Mr. Matthew, please take yo
Bryan's face was red with rage, his eyes blazing with frustration. "How can they do this to me?!" he exploded, his voice echoing through the room. "I can't believe they're dragging this out for another five days!" Betty placed a calming hand on his arm, her voice soft and soothing. "You have to calm down, Bryan. Getting angry won't change anything. I'm sure you'll get custody of the kids. The judge just needs to process the new evidence and the statement Eva provided." But Bryan was inconsolable, his anger and frustration boiling over. "I don't think it will be easy," he lamented, his voice cracking with emotion. "The judge wants more evidence, and I don't know if I can come up with anything else. Eva's statement should be enough, but no, they need more!" Betty's expression was sympathetic, her eyes filled with understanding. "We'll figure something out, Bryan. We'll work together to find that evidence and make sure you get the custody you deserve. Just take a deep breath and calm d
Ryan's voice was a mere whisper, a hint of relief evident. "Thank you, Bryan. Thank you for giving me a chance. I won't let you down again. And you don't have to pay for my trip. I will use my money"The line went dead, the silence a palpable reminder of the fragile truce between two former friends. Bryan's eyes remained narrowed, his mind still weighing the risks and benefits of trusting Ryan again. But for now, he had no choice. He needed Ryan's testimony, and he would do whatever it took to win custody of his children.Bryan's mind raced with strategy and calculation, his thoughts a jumbled mix of emotions and logic. He knew that trusting Ryan again was a risky move, but he had no other choice. He needed Ryan's testimony to win custody of his children, and he was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen.As he sat in silence, his eyes fixed on the phone in his hand, he couldn't help but think about the past. The memories of his friendship with Ryan, the laughter and the a
Bryan's eyes sparkled with playfulness as he said, "How can you try to stop me like that? Did you forget I'm your man?" His voice was laced with teasing, his tone light and flirtatious. Betty's response was sharp with sarcasm, her tone dripping with mock sweetness. "I can decide when you will kiss me and when you won't," she said, her eyes flashing with amusement. She turned to leave, but Bryan's hands grasped her arms, pulling her back into his embrace. His lips claimed hers in a bold, dominant kiss, leaving Betty breathless and flushed. "This is to tell you I can kiss you anytime I like," Bryan whispered, his eyes gleaming with triumph. His face was inches from hers, his warm breath caressing her skin. Betty's face was a picture of indignation, but her lips betrayed a hint of a smile, revealing a spark of desire beneath her feigned annoyance. The air was charged with tension, their playful banter masking a deeper attraction that threatened to consume them both. Betty's voice was
EpilogueThe sun shone brightly on the beautiful summer day, casting a warm glow over the lush gardens. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the soft chirping of birds.Bryan and Betty stood at one altar, while Sam and Jessica stood at another, both couples surrounded by their friends and family. The atmosphere was filled with joy and happiness, celebrating the union of two couples meant to be together.As the ceremony began, the two couples exchanged vows, promising to love and cherish each other, through thick and thin, till death do them part. Bryan and Betty's eyes locked on each other, filled with love and adoration, while Sam and Jessica's faces beamed with happiness.As they sealed their unions with a kiss, the gathered guests erupted in cheers and applause. The room was filled with laughter, tears, and joy, as the two couples were pronounced husband and wife.The reception was a grand affair, with fine food, wine, and music. The four newlyweds danced
As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, the Creston mansion came alive with the buzz of excitement. Shareholders and employees of M&C arrived in droves, eager to celebrate the latest deal that had sent shockwaves through the industry. The air was electric with anticipation, as the sound of laughter and chatter filled the opulent halls.Bryan, Betty, and the rest of the team worked tirelessly to ensure that every guest felt welcome and comfortable. They mingled effortlessly, offering warm smiles and refreshments as they went. The atmosphere was one of jubilation, with everyone eager to bask in the glory of their recent success.The mansion's grand ballroom was transformed into a vibrant hub of activity, with a live band playing upbeat music and a lavish buffet spread that seemed to stretch on forever. Guests mingled and danced, their faces aglow with joy and excitement. The room was a kaleidoscope of color, with sparkling glasses and shimmering dresses adding to the festive atmosp
Days turned into weeks, and Bryan continued to gain the upper hand, consistently staying one step ahead of Lisa. She was baffled, wondering how he seemed to anticipate her every move. It was as if he had inside information, knowing her plans before she even executed them.Lisa's frustration turned to suspicion, and she began to wonder if Bryan had a mole feeding him information. She called her personal assistant, Rachel, into her office, her mind racing with questions."Rachel, I need to ask you something," Lisa said, her voice low and serious. "Have you noticed anything unusual lately? Anyone suspicious lurking around or asking questions?"Rachel looked puzzled, "Unusual? Like what, ma'am?"Lisa leaned in, her eyes locked on Rachel's. "Someone who might be feeding information to Bryan. I can't shake the feeling that he's getting inside help."Rachel's expression changed from confusion to concern. "I haven't noticed anything, ma'am. But I can keep an eye out and ask around discreetly.
Lisa stood confidently in the conference room, her voice persuasive as she addressed the shareholders. "I am the clear choice for chairman. Let's be realistic, Bryan has been absent for a significant amount of time, and I've been the one holding the fort, ensuring the company's success. Yet, you still question my ability? How much more do I need to prove myself?"The room fell silent,the shareholders exchanging skeptical glances. Some nodded in agreement, while others seemed unconvinced. The tension was palpable, the air thick with the weight of their decision. Lisa's determination was evident, her eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity as she awaited their response.The shareholders' gazes darted around the room, their eyes locking onto one another in a silent debate. Some seemed to be reevaluating their stance, while others appeared resolute in their opposition. The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation, the outcome hanging precariously in the balance.The air was electric with tens
Alora's eyes narrowed, her voice laced with skepticism. "So you're just saying that to tell me it's not good, it's not actually your first time, right?" she asked, her tone implying disbelief.Bryan's scoff was dismissive, his eyes rolling in exasperation. "I haven't smoked once. Even though I grew up around people who smoke, I never tried it. I don't hate smokers, but I correct them and advise them to quit if I can. There's no gain in smoking, it only causes harm to the body," he explained, his voice patient and matter-of-fact.Alora's expression turned thoughtful, her eyes softening slightly. "You're being such a calm man. England must have changed you," she said, her tone tinged with a hint of surprise.Bryan's scoff was wry, his eyes glinting with a hint of sadness. "I have always been the same, you're just not seeing it because all you've ever had towards me is hatred," he said, his voice laced with a hint of resignation.The conversation was a dance of misunderstandings and prec
Jessica's voice was laced with disdain. "It's good she left. That woman is the worst being I have ever come across," she said, her eyes rolling.Bryan's scoff was dismissive. "Her game will be up soon. We have to bring her down anyway we can," he said, his eyes gleaming with determination.Sam's nod was emphatic, his eyes bitter. "I regret ever having someone like her as a mother," he said, his voice laced with pain, his lower lip trembling.Bryan stood up, his expression resolute. "I think I have to go. I need to do something very important," he said, his eyes scanning the room before exiting.As he walked out to the balcony, the smell of cigarette smoke wafted through the air, surprising him. He turned to see Alora, her slender fingers holding a cigarette, her eyes gazing out at the horizon. Bryan's eyes widened in disbelief - Alora, smoking? It seemed like a taboo, a girl like her indulging in such a habit. He hadn't thought she'd sunk so low.The balcony was dimly lit, the only so
Sam's eyes locked onto Jessica's, his gaze filled with a mix of confusion and gratitude. "Yeah, I remember now. Bryan is my brother, right?" he asked, his voice hesitant.Jessica's smile was reassuring, her eyes shining with warmth. "That's right, Sam! You're remembering! Bryan is your brother, and he's been worried sick about you," she said, her voice encouraging.Sam's face scrunched up in concentration, his eyes squinting as he tried to recall more memories. "And...and what happened to me? Why can't I remember anything?" he asked, his voice laced with frustration.Jessica's expression turned sympathetic, her eyes filled with compassion. "You've been through a lot, Sam. You were in an accident, and you've been struggling with memory loss and addiction. But we're here to support you, and we'll get through this together," she said, her voice gentle.As she spoke, Jessica reached out and took Sam's hand, her touch warm and comforting. Sam's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze filled with a
As Bryan and his family entered their home, they were met with an unexpected scene. Lisa, was seated in the living room, surrounded by several shareholders. The atmosphere was tense, with papers and laptops scattered across the coffee table.Bryan's eyes narrowed, his voice firm. "What's going on here?" he demanded, his gaze fixed on Lisa.Lisa's expression was calm, but her eyes flickered with a hint of defiance. "I think we should stop here," she said, addressing the shareholders. "I hope I am clear?"The shareholders nodded, gathering their belongings as they prepared to leave. Bryan's eyes never left Lisa's face, his anger simmering just below the surface.As the shareholders filed out of the room, Bryan stepped forward, his voice low and menacing. "I don't know what you all are discussing, but I know one thing - my home is not a place for your meetings. And as for you," he turned to Lisa, his eyes blazing with intensity, "what did you think you're doing bringing the shareholders
Bryan's eyes narrowed, his voice firm. "So, when are you returning to Korea?"Ryan scoffed, a hint of defiance in his tone. "I'm actually enjoying the atmosphere in England, and maybe I might be going back tomorrow. I'm working on some business, and I need to be there."As he spoke, he puffed out a ring of smoke, the cigarette dangling from his lips. Bryan's gaze shifted to the cigarette, his expression disapproving. "When are you going to stop smoking?" he demanded, his voice laced with concern.Ryan scoffed again, a hint of rebellion in his eyes. "I've always used this to keep myself busy, and I don't think I'll be leaving it soon." The smoke curled around his face, a symbol of his independence and stubbornness. The air was thick with tension, the silence between them palpable as they locked eyes, each waiting for the other to back down."I think this is what Alicia love, such a rascal life. I am back in your life now, and your will have to stop soon since I am back in your life."