Emily seems to have a visitor, it was her best friend, Rachel. Rachel used every opportunity she got to blame Ethan for every problem Emily faces. She even went as far as blaming Emily for getting married to Ethan instead of Michael, the handsome and wealthy man.
“He has a bright future you know, and what's more, he's a master of taekwondo, he would be able to protect you financially and physically too.” Rachel points out almost getting angry at Emily. She felt if Michael was her husband she wouldn't be having financial issues with her company. They heard a soft knock on the door and assumed it was Michael. In unison they both chorused “come in.” The look on their faces dropped when they realized who it was. Ethan walked in carrying the box of money. Ethan hated Rachel's guts, he felt she was the reason why Emily was acting up, he tagged her a bad influence on Emily. The feeling of hatred was mutual among these two. After seeing Rachel, Ethan was confused as to how to break the news to Emily. He stood quiet for a few minutes and was interrupted by Emily who said “ we do not have all day Ethan.” “S-sorry, I, I brought you eight million dollars, it's right here in the box, to help your company. He could feel cold sweat, and suddenly he was terrified to even speak. “And I'm the president's daughter.” Rachel said sarcastically. Emily buried her face in her palms, frustrated and irritated by Ethan's presence brushing off his statement as a joke, she wanted him gone as soon as possible. She suggested that Ethan book a private room at the sterling hotel so they could have dinner together. The look on Rachel's face shows that she was not in support of this. Ethan, not knowing what to say or do any longer, left the box of money behind and proceeded to do what he had been told to do. Emily pushes the box aside, she didn't care to even have a look at it. “Honestly, I wonder how you put up with such a pimp, he makes me want to throw up.” Rachel said with utter disgust written all over her face. Just as Rachel was going on and on with her rants, a call from the front desk came through, they informed Emily of what transpired between Ethan and Michael some minutes ago. Emily left out a defeated sigh. Her face filled with worry and regret, she felt powerless and weak. “See what I've been trying to tell you? That Ethan guy is good for nothing. Michael was our best hope to save the company from crashing down but now I doubt if he'll even want to hear the name of the company.” Rachel who was proud that she was right and the call just buttressed her point more became sad when she saw Emily's face. As much as she loved being right, she wouldn't feed off her best friend's pain. Emily leaned back on her chair and stared into nothing in particular, almost giving up on the company, then Rachel comes up with a new idea, to borrow money from another wealthy friend of theirs who has a rich boyfriend. But they weren't sure about this or if it would work but it was better to try first. Emily had no choice than to buy into the idea, at this point she was ready to do anything to save her company's name from the mud, half bread they say is better than none. She was going to make Ethan pay for making her lose someone like Michael who was in the best position to help her company and prevent it from going into extinction. Rachel tried to cheer her up and decided to fill her in on her relationship with her guy but Rachel was not having it, her spirit was downcasted and she silently regretted getting involved with Ethan in the first place. She wished she could go back in time and stop the mistake of making Ethan a part of her life from the beginning. Ethan arrived at the Sterling hotel to make a reservation as instructed but he was falsely identified as a fraud or a beggar by the security guard who denied him access into the premises but rather mocks him and laughs at him. Ethan could understand this, as he was used to being treated like this but that didn't stop it from breaking his heart. As he pleaded to be allowed entry he questioned why the world was centered around rich people alone, it looks like they contributed to the creation of the world and as such deserve to be treated better than the rest. This scenario was enjoyed by people who were either passersby or people who came to the hotel. Some people even pulled out their phones to record the scene between Ethan and the security guard. “This hotel is for dignitaries and important persons, not for people like you, so step aside or I'll have to throw you out of my way. You beggars always want to be where important people are without working as hard as they do.” Although Ethan had money now, he didn't bother about his clothes or shoes, he was trying to keep the whole process slow, as he was not familiar with the lifestyle of a billionaire. He doesn't even have the time to fix himself up. “You have to believe me, I actually have an appointment with the boss, come on buddy, I really need to see the boss “ Ethan tried to explain. Things began to escalate and the argument became more heated. Just as tension began to rise, an average height beautiful and famous woman arrived. Ethan recognized her and a former high school classmate whose name was Jessica. Ethan tried to approach her but she pretended not to know him. Looking disgusted by even his face. His status was nowhere close to hers, or so she thought. Ethan was embarrassed by this and watched as she walked into the hotel with no form of remorse for her actions. This behavior from Jessica puts the security guard in the position to kick Ethan away from the hotel as he could be labeled a threat and a disturbance. As Ethan was being laughed at and ridiculed by the security guard and all who witnessed Jessica's unruly behavior while he still begs to be granted access into the hotel. “Go somewhere else you pauper, you do not belong in places like this, if you ever want to be among the people use this hotel, go get a better job, work harder and make money. This hotel doesn't run on water you know. A lot was put into it and not just anyone can have access to it, especially not you.” The words of the security guard was like a sword had been driven into Ethan's heart. He fought back his tears as he was humiliated enough already but he wasn't ready to give up he kept pleading with the security guard who in return kept pushing him back. The security guard at this point was losing his patience and wasn't having any of Ethan's tantrums any longer. As Ethan kept pleading, he received a blow on the face and was pushed away, he found himself on the floor with blood coming out the left side of his lip. No one tried to help him up instead the whole place erupted with laughter. Ethan stayed on the ground reminiscing on what to do, whether to fight back or just walk away because this was enough humiliation to make even a grown man cry. He thought of showing off his wealth but it wasn't worth it. He managed to get up on his own as just as he was about to leave, a black Mercedes Benz of the latest model pulled up in front of the hotel, announcing the arrival of a very important person. Now the phones of the people recording were faced towards the car, waiting to reveal its owner. The car was sparkly and the rays of sunlight radiating on it made it hard to stare at the car for longer than necessary. A man in black suit got out the front seat and opened the door for the person in the back. As he stepped out of the vehicle, Ethan's eyes widened.As the person stepped out of the vehicle, Ethan's eyes widened — Mr Lawrence. ‘what the hell is he doing here?’ Ethan thought to himself. The crowd drew close with those phones recording the moment as Mr Lawrence approaches Ethan. They probably thought Mr Lawrence was someone who was also going to humiliate Ethan but they were shocked and proved wrong when Mr Lawrence spoke. “What's going on here Mr Caldwell?” Lawrence asked as he immediately gestured at his bodyguard to come closer. The crowd shifted immediately still amazed. “What are you doing here?” Ethan asked in a whisper. “I heard what was going on and decided to branch by, I guess.” Mr Lawrence smirked. “You, take Mr Ethan here into the car,” he told his bodyguard who immediately escorts Ethan into the car. Ethan wouldn't have accepted but he had no other option, he had been humiliated enough. “What's happening, why is this rich man treating him like a god?” “I'm as shocked as you” “What's going on?” The crowd whis
Michael White had never been humiliated like this before in his life. The blow that Ethan Caldwell had dealt him—physically and financially—burned deep. He sat in his office, eyes burning with rage, as his phone rang off the hook with calls from business partners and investors. They all wanted answers. They all wanted to know how Ethan, the man they had all written off as a nobody, had managed to orchestrate the collapse of several of Michael’s ventures seemingly overnight. The board meeting earlier that day had been disastrous. Investors, once eager to throw their money into Michael’s enterprises, were now pulling out. Ethan had severed every business tie Kingsley Mountain had with Michael, cutting off his most valuable connections. Michael slammed his fist onto his desk, knocking over a stack of files. “That bastard!” he growled. “How did he do it? How did he manage to ruin me?” His assistant, Tim, stood at the door, visibly nervous. “Sir, there’s more bad news,” Tim stammered. “T
Ethan sat in his office, reviewing the latest financial reports from Kingsley Mountain. Despite all the chaos with Michael and the Harrisons, the company remained strong, its influence untouchable. But something nagged at him—an uneasiness he couldn’t quite place. The phone rang, breaking his focus. Ethan picked it up. "Yes?" Ryan’s voice came through the line, his tone hesitant. "Ethan, I... I just received some information. It’s about your family." Ethan frowned. "What is it?" "It’s your brother. John." Ethan’s heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t heard that name in years. John Caldwell—his older brother—had been presumed dead in a tragic accident over a decade ago. The grief had been devastating for Ethan and the rest of his family, but they had eventually moved on, though the loss left a deep scar. "What are you talking about, Ryan? John’s dead." Ryan’s voice was tense. "That’s what we all thought, but it seems he’s resurfaced. And there’s more. He’s been living in the shadows, E
Ethan's heart was laced with fear and anxiety as he walked with his wife into the opulent mansion of the Harrisons. This was the second time they were calling for a meeting that week, and Ehan knew well enough that it was his matter they wanted to discuss. He knew how bad that was going to be. After all, he was a hopeless son-in-law, and he knew his wife's family were totally dissatisfied by her choice of marriage. The Harrisons hated Ethan. They treated him with contempt as his marriage to their daughter was like an insult to their face, yet they let him marry her because he saved her life— and their daughter, Emily would be forever indebted to him. Mrs Vanessa Harrison scrunched her nose as if she'd just perceive an offensive odor as Ethan walked in. Her face hid no trace of contempt and disgust as she was irritated by Ethan's presence. “Have a sit,” she urged him, and motioned to the vacant chairs that was left for him and his wife. Ethan obliged and sat down next to his wife, a
Ethan paced around in his home as he contacted Kingsley Mountain. After so many years, he'd finally considered taking his inheritance and he was fueled with strong determination. “This is Ethan Caldwell,” he said casually over the phone as he spoke to the chairlady. “Mr Ethan… This is him, if I'm not mistaken right?” “Of course.” “Well, I'm glad you called,” she said enthusiastically butin a surprised tone. Perhaps, she never expected him to call. “Thank you,” Ethan replied. “Uhm….” He scratched his head, not sure of what to say next. He actually wanted things to fall in place. His wife would be taken away from him in no time if he didn't do anything. He really loved Emily and could not afford to let her be in the arms of another. There was only one thing to do. “Liam White,” he began. “I heard that he has a solid connection with Kingsley Mountain, is that true?” “Yes, sir, of course. He's also one of the prominent shareholders in the company.” “Well, I want you to cut all tie
Emily was shocked and dumbfounded. She stared at the two men who were engrossed in a deep conversation. She walked to both men who happened to be her husband, Ethan and Mr Lawrence. “Y-you both know each other?” “Uh, yes, actually. I uhm… I was helping Mr Lawrence with a heart attack. He encountered a heart attack, so….” Emily wasn't convinced with her husband's reply. She looked at him, and he noticed a hint of skepticism in her eyes. “Really, I don't remember you being a doctor or a healthcare practitioner.” “Well, uhm…” “He actually helped me to suppress the heart attack I had. I was the one that called him over. He's a good man, your husband. And I'm glad he'd visited.” Ethan was surprised at how well Mr Lawrence played along with him but he was glad he did that to help him. Emily's gaze shifted from her husband to Mr Lawrence and then back to her husband, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets. It wasn't adding up— every single thing. There was something going on wit
The atmosphere in the room had changed, the silence was deafening, one could hear a feather drop. Sarah still couldn't wrap her head around what had just happened, all she could do was stare at Mr. Dawson who had just made her see stars with just a life-threatening slap. She still couldn't fathom the reason as to why she deserved that, she just stood there with her hands on her cheek which had turned pepper red. She fought so hard but lost to the drop of tear which dribbled down her cheek giving it a cool sensation as the slap had caused more harm than intended. “M-m-mr Dawson, I don't get it, surely whatever I have done would have been settled amicably.” Sarah muzzled out still fighting the tears that were ready to flow out like a broken reservoir. “You will apologize to Mr. Ethan right now, and I don't care what you have to say about it, you don't treat our important customers like that, let alone someone of such great esteem, where are your manners?” Sarah, still in the dark, wi