At first glance, Alex didn’t look like someone who could afford such an extravagant booking. But knowing that no one in Southlake, not even Warren Buffett, had ever reserved this event hall for two years shocked the front officer to her core.She stood there, dazed, as if the world around her had suddenly shifted. It felt like a dream—a dream too good to be true. Two years? Could that really be happening right in front of her?“I’m sorry… pardon?” she asked, needing to confirm that she had indeed heard Alex correctly. Was this real, or was she just trapped in a fantasy that she needed to wake up from?This time, she focused intently, her gaze glued to Alex's lips, determined to read them as he spoke, ensuring she wasn’t just hearing things, but truly understanding what he meant.“I am booking for two years,” Alex repeated, his voice calm but firm.Her heart skipped a beat. This was beyond shocking. Was Alex serious? Did he really just say that? Two years? This couldn’t be real.She had
Warren’s mind was in turmoil. He began to sweat immediately. He couldn’t understand what had just happened. “Did they actually cancel my order and process my refund?” he asked himself again.He had always been at the top of his game, year after year, second after second. Never had there been a time when his transaction was refunded. In fact, whenever he made a transaction, the receiver always sent him a thank-you email.“How the heck did this happen?” He muttered again.His confusion was palpable on his face as he immediately turned the wheel 360 degrees and accelerated back in the direction of the event hall.In less than five minutes, he arrived at the event hall, his car tires screeching on the ground and smoke from his exhaust marking his arrival.As soon as he stepped out of the car and walked quickly to the reception, he saw Alex and Anastasia, who were just about to leave the building.Seeing them and noting that no one else was at the front desk except the receptionist, he won
Alex and Anastasia stepped into Alex’s apartment, the weight of the past few hours lingering in the air. Without a word, Alex reached for the remote on the center table and pressed the power button. The TV flickered to life, illuminating the room in a cool blue glow.The headline on the screen read, “Billionaire Warren Buffet’s Wedding Canceled.”Alex allowed himself a slight smirk as the newscaster’s voice filled the room. He’d anticipated this outcome, though seeing it broadcast on national television made the moment more real. Anastasia’s lips curled into a smile she couldn’t suppress, her eyes glistening with a mix of relief and vindication.“Proud fool,” she muttered, almost to herself.***“Earlier today, renowned billionaire Warren Buffet was seen at the exclusive Five-Star Event Hall, attempting to secure a booking. To his visible frustration, his payment could not be processed,” the newscaster reported. “Our sources confirm that Mr. Buffet, who has used a VIP Mastercard with
For years, Daniel’s life had revolved around one thing: proving his worth to his father and grandmother. Every decision, every sacrifice, was made with their family empire in mind. It was no wonder Nancy saw him as her favorite—his devotion mirrored her own.Nancy observed Daniel with a glint of something like hope in her eye. Beneath the confidence he wore so well, she could see the weight of the ideas he was carrying.“What do you have in mind?” she asked, her voice almost a whisper. Daniel inhaled deeply, steadying himself. His words, when they came, were calm but edged with a hint of ruthlessness.“This won’t be easy, Grandmother,” he said, turning to her. His gaze was unflinching. “Once we start, we can’t afford to hesitate. Are you ready for that?”Nancy’s lips curved into a slight smirk, a shadow of her younger self slipping through her polished exterior. In her prime, she’d played this game more ruthlessly than anyone. A hard-earned empire had meant desperate measures, and she
The wedding day arrived like a celebrated warrior on a decorated chariot, eagerly awaited by everyone in Southlake. Each person who couldn't be at the wedding was glued to their TVs, anxious to catch a glimpse of the mysterious young millionaire.Nancy was dressed flawlessly, every detail perfectly in place, as was Daniel. Nancy wore an elegant white gown with a hat that had a veil, delicately covering her face. She looked like a queen, her white gloves adding an air of nobility. Her dark leather heels completed her regal appearance.Daniel, in turn, wore a sharp black tuxedo with polished loafers that spoke to his family’s refined background and wealth. Outside the villa, a sleek limousine waited to take them to the venue, the chauffeur ready to drive them to the event everyone was talking about.On the other side of the city, Anastasia was also prepared to be a bride. Her custom-made wedding gown fit her like a dream, and her makeup artist had enhanced her beauty until she looked li
Nancy and Daniel arrived at the wedding venue, and her eyes widened at the sight. The crowd was enormous, the scale of the event stunning. Her shock furthered deepened as she saw Alex standing at the front, the priest beside him, waiting for the bride.Nancy’s mouth fell open as she noticed the esteemed personalities seated in the VIP section—the country’s president, his high-ranking officials, and the vice president of the Sebastian Southlake Corporation. She hadn’t expected the wedding to be this grand, attended by such prestigious guests. Quickly, she shook off her awe, dismissing it with a wave of her hand.“This is all Anastasia’s influence,” she muttered. “Working at the Sebastian Southlake Corporation surely gave her these connections.”Daniel nodded in agreement. “Exactly, Grandmother. Everything here is because of her. If she’d used that same influence to help the Empire, we wouldn’t be in this mess. That’s why she has to pay for her selfishness.”Daniel’s gaze lingered on Al
Just as the tension in the hall reached a boiling point, Nancy and Daniel stepped forward, moving deliberately to the front of the audience. A few feet away, the red-haired woman who had earlier accused Alex mirrored their movements, her fiery gown and cascading locks drawing every eye in the room.The red-haired woman, her voice sharp and unwavering, shouted again, her words slicing through the murmurs like a blade.“I have no motive to falsely accuse this man. But his cold indifference toward the child growing inside me has forced my hand! He’s a hypocrite! You, Anastasia—or whatever your name is—don’t marry him. He’ll get you pregnant and abandon you, just like he’s done to me!”Gasps rippled through the crowd, the shock reverberating like waves crashing against a rocky shore. Murmurs grew louder, the disbelief palpable. No one had seen this coming.Seizing the moment, Daniel’s voice rang out, adding fuel to the fire.“Anastasia, my cousin, is no saint either! They’re two birds of
Nancy did not expect this. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, trailing down her temples. Her plan had been flawless—or so she thought.Anastasia was supposed to be blamed, humiliated, and torn apart by public opinion. That would’ve created the perfect storm of scandal: trending topics, media interviews, and the perfect marketing for their company. But now the tide had turned, and she found herself in the crosshairs.Daniel, on the other hand, had his heart pounding against his chest. He rubbed his sweaty palms on his trousers and glanced nervously around the grand hall. In his mind, he had already celebrated the success of his scheme. He imagined the profits flowing into the Stewart Empire and basking in their triumph. Now, faced with the grim reality, his thoughts spiraled into panic.His eyes darted toward the exits. "I need to get out of here." His fingers twitched at the thought of bolting, but the uniformed officers blocking the hall’s entrances sent a chill down his spine.T
The day before, Daniel had meticulously planned every detail. He had ordered a specific set of glassware, ensuring they were delivered directly to his chemist contact. "If anything goes wrong, the hooker can take the fall for it," he had concluded smugly, sharing his plan with Nancy.Nancy, as calculating as ever, nodded in agreement. “Let’s make sure this is foolproof. The less we leave to chance, the better.”Now, as the commotion unfolded in the house, Nancy’s smirk betrayed her satisfaction. Everything was falling into place. She pulled out her phone and dialed 911, her tone dripping with urgency.“Hello? Yes, there’s been an attempted murder. I think I know who did it,” she said, casting a sharp glance toward Veronica, who was nervously pacing in a far corner of the house.Before hanging up, Nancy made sure to add, “Please hurry. The suspect might try to flee.” She snapped her phone shut and turned to her other grandchildren, her voice sharp and commanding.“Make sure she doesn’t
Daniel stood by the upstairs window, a glass of wine in hand, his gaze fixed on Alex, Anastasia, and Antony outside. His posture was casual, but his smirk betrayed the calculated mind of a man waiting for chaos to unfold.He swirled the wine before taking a deep gulp. “I should have known he couldn’t pull it off,” he muttered under his breath.A sudden shout from below caught his attention. “Fuck!” The voice carried up through the house.Daniel smirked again, his amusement turning to irritation as he overheard their heated exchange. “That idiot just keeps running his mouth,” he said aloud, his voice laced with disdain.Moments later, he saw Alex leave the group and head toward the house. Daniel stepped back from the window, his smirk deepening.The house was eerily silent. The partygoers were all outside, basking in the perfect night, oblivious to the brewing storm.“Daniel!” Alex’s voice echoed through the empty halls as he entered.Daniel didn’t respond. The house was vast, a maze o
Inside the boutique, she stepped out of the changing room, her reflection in the mirror catching her eye. The dress hugged her body in all the right places, the rich fabric gleaming under the soft lights. She took a deep breath, adjusting the neckline before stepping out.Daniel, lounging on a stool, barely glanced up at first. His fingers tapped rhythmically on his phone, scrolling through his feed. But as the click of her heels echoed across the tiled floor, his attention snapped to her. His eyes widened, and he slowly set his phone down on the counter.“Wow,” he murmured, rising to his feet. His gaze traveled from her head to toe, lingering appreciatively. “That dress—it’s perfect. You look incredible.”She twirled lightly, letting the hem of the dress flare out. “You think so?” she asked coyly, her lips curling into a small, teasing smile.“Think so?” Daniel took a step closer, his voice lowering. “You look like you just stepped out of a fashion magazine.”His words made her cheek
Daniel cleared his throat, the weight of his words pressing down on him. “I have a confession.” His face shifted into a sombre expression, the gravity of what he was about to say consuming him. He wanted them to believe him, to take him seriously.“Now that our family has united once more,” he continued, pausing for a brief moment as he scanned the faces in the room, “I believe it’s time I come clean to us all.”He bowed slightly, as though remorse for a long-hidden truth overwhelmed him. A silence filled the room. No one spoke. The family members exchanged confused, questioning looks, and for a long beat, no one moved.Then, finally, Daniel spoke again, his voice filled with finality. “I am married.” The words hung in the air like a bomb, detonating a sharp, collective gasp that reverberated throughout the room.“What?” Everyone exclaimed at once, their voices full of disbelief.Daniel was old enough to be married, but everyone knew him as the man who never took relationships serious
Discussing the plan with Nancy, her eyes widened with excitement. “Let’s do it!” she said firmly to Daniel. They exchanged cunning smirks, their resolve evident. Without wasting any time, Nancy picked up her phone and dialled Juliet’s number. “My child,” Nancy began, her voice soft and deliberate, “I need to apologise to everyone—please come to the family villa this evening. Bring your daughter and her husband. I must apologise to them in person.” Her voice trembled, a masterful performance of guilt and sincerity. “Mother, are you serious?” Juliet asked, her tone cautious. “Yes, Juliet. I’ve wronged too many people, and it’s time I made amends,” Nancy replied, her voice almost cracking with emotion. “Alright, Mother. We’ll be there,” Juliet agreed, though scepticism lingered in her voice. Nancy ended the call and turned to Daniel. “Everything is set. Make sure the house is ready. By the end of tonight, the pieces will be where we need them.” Daniel nodded, a sly grin spreading
The first light of morning came like an unwelcome friend. Daniel had not slept throughout the night. He sat in his home bar, thinking about what to say to Antony to convince him to return to Anastasia’s life.He knew that, back in the day, Anastasia was the first to like Antony. Antony, on the other hand, genuinely loved Anastasia. But due to reasons far beyond their control, they could not have a relationship. So convincing him to do something ill-minded against Anastasia might be hard.“What if I told him Anastasia confessed to me again? Though she is married, she wanted out of her marriage?” he thought to himself, then shook his head.“That won’t work!” he muttered, knowing full well that Antony, though unmarried, respected the sanctity of marriage and wouldn’t want to be the devil that destroyed one.Daniel gulped down his glass of wine suddenly. He slowly paced to the glassy wall and stared at the view of the city.“This is harder than I thought,” he said to himself.Suddenly, hi
The atmosphere in the car was suffocating, thick with tension and unspoken grievances.Daniel stared out the window, his face stony, while Nancy kept her gaze fixed ahead, her lips pressed into a thin, disapproving line. Beside her, Juliet shifted uncomfortably, casting furtive glances between her mother and Daniel. Anastasia’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles pale against the dark leather.It was silence that screamed. The hum of the engine felt louder than it should, each second stretching unbearably.Finally, Nancy broke the stillness, her voice sharp and laced with disdain. “Are you sure that... poor thing is the president of Sebastian Southlake Corporation?”Anastasia’s grip tightened further, her nails pressing into her palms. The disrespect in Nancy’s tone was a match dangerously close to a powder keg. Anastasia inhaled sharply, her voice bristling with suppressed anger. “You won’t—”“Yes, Mother. He is.” Juliet’s voice sliced through the growing tension,
The urgency in the redhead’s voice stopped Alex in his tracks. Behind him, Anastasia, Johnson, and Juliet halted as well, exchanging cautious glances but staying silent.“Do you promise to get me out of the country?” the redhead pressed, her voice trembling. “Do you promise to keep me alive?”Alex turned slowly, his expression unreadable. Instead of answering, he approached her cell with deliberate steps, the faint echo of his shoes against the cement filling the tense silence. The cold, dimly lit corridor smelled of damp stone and metal, oppressive in its weight.He knelt before the iron bars, gripping one tightly. His knuckles whitened, but his voice was calm. “I’m Alexander Sebastian, president of the Sebastian Southlake Corporation. I have money, influence, and power that extend far beyond this country. If you cooperate and tell me what I need to know, I can ensure your safety.”The redhead hesitated. Her fingers hovered over the bars, then curled around them as if seeking stabilit
Anastasia, Alex, Johnson, and Juliet walked through the cold, sterile hallways of the police station, their faces a mix of determination and unease. They demanded to speak with Nancy and Daniel.The officer on duty hesitated before leading them to the holding cells. The clang of keys echoed, the doors groaning open to reveal Nancy and Daniel sitting on separate benches, eyes full of disdain. Neither rose to greet their visitors.Juliet was the first to speak, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and heartbreak. She gripped the bars of Nancy's cell tightly. "Mum?" she called softly, her voice cracking. "Why’d you do it?" Her eyes, brimming with unshed tears, locked with Nancy’s, pleading for an answer.Nancy turned her head away, her response nothing more than a groan of indifference.“Mum, please!" Juliet pressed, her voice cracking. "We’re here to help you. Just... tell us why."Nancy said nothing, her stubborn silence sharper than any words.Johnson, stepped forward, resting a cal