As the radiant sun stretched its golden rays across the land, A young man's head is hunched, staring tentatively at his shoe. The atmosphere in the abode was inauspicious; casting a blue hue upon the wall, plastered on it were some shiny stones, giving it a perfect decoration.“You are bad luck; nothing good will ever come from you,” bellowed Mr. Wesley, Bryan’s terrible father-in-law. His voice reverberated with such unruly anger that it penetrated the building.“I am sorry; I didn’t mean for you to lose that contract, “he apologizes, his voice coming politely.“You are sorry, is that all you could say? I lost a contract worth billions of dollars because of your stupidity, and all you could say is sorry?” His voice echos through the walls.“So shameless and useless. Father, why don’t you lock him up so he could have some sense?” Alicia, Bryan’s horrible wife, said, laughing rancorously, obviously enjoying the fact that her so-called husband was being scolded by her father.“We shoul
“Bryan, they've given us the contract; thank your stars, or you are as good as dead.” Mr. Wesley, secretary, barged into his office to announce the news. What more could he say? They still got the contract after all the treatment he got from them.“Okay, thanks for your information,” he said to her so she could go out of his little office. He knew her very well; she always shows up just to mock me, which always gets him angry. But what can he do when he's just an ordinary poor man who has to meet with life and just has to deal with all the insults he got from Wesley's family?“Don't be too excited; that doesn't mean that they are going to praise you. You are nothing but their work stick.” She laughed sarcastically as she walked out of the office. He gulp down nothing, his clenched his fist on my laps boiling in annoyance. Yeah, that's him for you; he has to take all their taunts all day. Even so, he used to be the family worker, a cleaner. Don't be surprised; he was the family clea
Author POVAfter an exhausting day at work, Bryan finally came home, he sluggishly dragged his feet into the building and was taken aback by what he saw. His family was hosting a party. Bryan, actually, didn't understand what was going on. A celebration was going on yet no one told him, rather, they made him suffer by giving him loads of work to deal with at the office. How wicked could this family be? He wondered.Mr. Wesley's secretary, walked up to him. Bryan knew greeting her would bring nothing but insults to him, and hence, he tried to pretend not to see her, and wanted to leave that place as fast as he could. But she was faster than him, she grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “What now? Are you trying to pretend you didn't see me, Bryan?” she said with a wicked smile.“Let go of me” he growled and snatched his arm from her grip. “What do you want from me?” there's a clear hint of annoyance and frustration in his voice.Her eyes narrowed, she didn't seem to like the tone in
"What Creston family?" he asked, tilting his head slightly in an attempt to recall any connection he might have had. The enigmatic man looked at him with an unwavering gaze and spoke calmly, yet with an air of certainty. "Yes, Sir. You are the only son of Max Creston, and it is time for you to come forward and claim your rightful place as his heir."Upon hearing this, he reacted with a skeptical scoff, his disbelief tinged with curiosity and uncertainty.He let out a frustrated sigh, his voice tinged with exasperation. "Come on, I think you've got the wrong person. I don't have any money for you to defraud me of. Look at me, I'm broke as can be. I've been trying to fit into this life, but I have nothing to show for it. So, please, enough with this drama. I don't lead a glamorous life, and it's not because you see me as a son-in-law of the Wesleys. You've got the wrong idea. I'm just a poor man."His words held a mix of defiance and resignation as he prepared to walk away, leaving beh
Chapter 5"No, I haven't," she announced, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I think I saw it online." Her words fell flat, and as he looked at her, disappointment crept into his expression. He had hoped for more, believed that she might hold some vital information. Yet, it seemed he had built up an illusion in his mind.As the weight of his disappointment settled on his face, she continued, "Yes, I saw it online in an advertisement." She paused.With a mix of anticipation and longing, she questioned, "Is this yours? Did Alicia give it to you? Because this... it's pure gold." Her voice held a hint of disbelief.He shook his head in response, a gesture of denial that shattered her burgeoning hope. "You don't have to worry about this," he said, his voice tinged with reassurance as he reached out to gently touch her hand. "And moreover, it's over between me and Alicia. You are all that matters to me from now on."The unexpected declaration sent shockwaves through her, causing her eyes
Chapter 6Getting to the location, he was mesmerized by the grandeur of the building right in front of him. The sight was so overwhelming that it felt like a scene from a movie. It almost seemed unreal, as if he had stumbled upon a beautiful castle. But it wasn't just a castle; it was the most gigantic and breathtaking building he had ever seen. He glanced at his own appearance and couldn't help but feel out of place amidst such opulence. He didn't quite fit into this extravagant environment, but he knew he had a purpose to fulfill and had to stay focused. Trying to calm his nerves, he swallowed a dry gulp, attempting to reassure himself and maintain a positive mindset.Moving closer to the gate, he approached the security man, ready to present himself and explain his purpose for being there. To his surprise, he discovered that they granted him free access to the building with minimal questioning."Wait, so I can just go inside, just like that?" he asked in disbelief, seeking confirma
Bryan stood skeptically in the middle of the room, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. The doubt in his voice was evident as he continued to question the truth being presented to him."How do you expect me to believe that?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion. He was desperate for evidence, for something concrete to put his doubts to rest. Unconvinced by mere words, he had even sought the opinion of his foster sister, hoping she could shed some light on the matter. But her lack of knowledge only added to his uncertainty.Unable to contain his frustration any longer, Bryan's counterpart, with a calm determination, responded, "I think I don't need to talk much. I have proof, at least that will make you believe me." With those words, he made his way towards a small yet intriguing piece of furniture in the corner of the room. It resembled a closet, but something about it seemed different, more secretive.Bryan watched with a mixture of curiosity and doubt as his counterpart appr
Chapter 8 "Okay, I am not going to say anything against her, just listen to me" he murmured, his voice tinged with restraint. Determined to keep his emotions in check, he composed himself and took a deep breath, preparing to hear the tale. Eager to share his side of the story, he began speaking. "Well, you see, it all started when hiz parents decided to inform the entire family about the return of my stepmother, who also happened to be my father's best friend. At that moment, your father seemed quite elated by the news," he trailed off as Bryan interrupted him abruptly. He paused for a moment, his words carrying a hint of sentiment as he continued sharing his perspective. "Isn't it obvious? It was because she returned that he immediately ran to her, leaving my mother behind," he stated, his voice laced with a touch of sadness. "That's not entirely untrue, young master," he replied in a neutral tone. "As I mentioned before, nobody besides your mother, me and your dad knew about your
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."