In the luxurious confines of her beautiful living room, Katherine found herself engrossed in the reality show airing on the television. She was also having a late-night snack — takeouts from Inside out burger. Just then, her Butler entered into the living room. With a subtle clearing of his throat, he conveyed, "Madam, Mr. Nathan Moore is here to see you."Perplexed and momentarily setting aside her food, Katherine regarded the butler with curiosity. "Nathan Moore? Here, and at this hour?" she mused aloud.What was that man doing at her house by almost eleven pm? What couldn't possibly wait till tomorrow? The butler, maintaining his composed demeanor, nodded in affirmation. "Yes, Madam. Shall I inform him to wait?""No need to make him wait. Please, ask him to come in." The Butler nodded and turned around to leave. A few minutes later, Nathan stepped into the room. He found himself under the scrutiny of Katherine's inquisitive gaze. Her eyes narrowed at him, "Nathan, what brings yo
Nathan took a sip of his drink, leaning back into his seat. "Melissa begged for an extra week," he remarked.Katherine's eyes narrowed, her skepticism evident. "An extra week? Her deadline expired yesterday. Why grant her that extension?"Why was she asking for an extra week? Was she so confident that her mysteriously missing fiance would pop back into her life within a week? Nathan, maintaining a cryptic smile, swirled the wine in his glass. "Negotiations, my dear Katherine. We came to an agreement and uh, concessions are made."That was that for that. Nathan didn't see the need to delve into the main reason he had given her a week. Neither did he want to let Katherine know about the picture. She was a nosy woman, and she would definitely want to know more about it. So, it was best not to even begin the topic with her. Katherine wasn't satisfied. "Nathan, don't play games. What's the real reason for this extension?"Of course, what did he say?He chuckled, deflecting the question w
Kierra's voice echoed through the phone, repeatedly saying, "Hello? Hello? Hello?" as Aiden, perplexed and staring at the unexpected photo from Melissa, went silent. Aiden's eyes widened in disbelief as he absorbed the implications of the picture. It was him and Melissa kissing. What? How on earth did she get the picture?Who took the picture? "Aiden? Are you th—"He abruptly interrupted Kierra, "I'll call you back later," "What? Aiden—" he swiftly ended the call and moved to dial Melissa's number immediately. As soon as she picked up, she greeted him with a casual "Good eveni—""What's the meaning of that picture you sent to me?" Aiden questioned, cutting her short. "Who sent the picture to you? How did you get the picture?"Melissa, attempting to evade the questions, replied, "I can't talk on the phone right now. Let's have a meeting tomorrow." Aiden, not satisfied with her response, pressed further, "Why can't you talk on the phone right now?" Melissa, hesitating, finally
Riley and Lady Elizabeth were in the living room, watching the morning news when a knock came on the door. They both shared a look. Riley got up on her feet, "I'll go get it." She said, She walked to the door and opened it, only to see Stephen and three hefty–looking and muscular men standing before her. Her brows furrowed. She remembered the man — Steven, Aiden's lawyer. However, she wondered what they were doing here. "Good morning. What brings you here?" Riley inquired.Stephen, maintaining a composed demeanor, replied, "My name is Barrister Steven and I am Aiden's lawyer. He instructed me to deliver something to you." He then opened his briefcase, revealing the divorce papers. "You still haven't signed them."Just then, Lady Elizabeth came to the doorway and her brows furrowed when she saw her visitors. She as well also recognized the man as Aiden's lawyer. "What is happening here? Why are you here with these men?" she questioned. Riley, pointing at the divorce papers, expla
Aiden sat behind his desk, surrounded by a cascade of work papers and a glowing laptop. Just then, a sharp knock echoed through the room. Aiden looked up from his work, his expression a blend of curiosity and mild irritation. "Who is it?" he inquired.Steven announced himself. "It's Steven, Commander." He said with a polite nod. "Come in," Aiden invited him to come in. As Steven entered, the door closed behind him, muffling the external sounds. Aiden gestured towards the empty chair on the other side of his desk, inviting Steven to sit.The lawyer took a seat, his eyes briefly scanning the meticulously organized chaos on Aiden's desk. Aiden, leaning back in his chair, set aside his pen, giving Steven his full attention. "What brings you here?" He inquired. Steven carefully retrieved the divorce document from his briefcase, and presented it to Aiden with a measured nod.He, accepted the document and began to peruse its contents.As his eyes traced the lines of the legal agreement,
Melissa wanted them to be a couple? The fuck?"Aiden, consider this." She began, "If we make our relationship publicly, any scandalous picture will be overshadowed. Even if it is released, it won't be a big deal because we are already a couple." Hmm. All of this seemed a bit…fishy. While she painted a picture of controlling the narrative, he couldn't shake the growing suspicion that this might be a calculated move on Melissa's part to disrupt his engagement with Katherine.Maybe she was jealous, and wanted to sabotage his engagement. Maybe so she could get back at Katherine. Yes, it made perfect sense. The realization hit Aiden like a sudden storm, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. Why would the compromising picture conveniently surface a day before his engagement party with Katherine? And of all the solutions she could think of, the only one that seemed suitable was him ditching his engagement and being with her?That was absolute nonsense!Aiden's keen instincts hon
What? This again? She was pretending not to remember him again? "Kierra, what do you mean?" He asked, "We were on call yesterday. You, you told me about your day, I offered to get you a new house and a new apartment and you—"She shook her head, "I do not recall, sorry." She said, "This is the second time you've come up to me, talking about us meeting before and now being on a phome call. What is wrong with you?" She asked. Aiden's brows arched, "What?""The last time I saw you, was on the streets. You were just a regular guy. Now, you're suddenly rich. And you still have this weird attitude." She looked at Aiden with a puzzled expression and asked, "Do you have memory loss or some kind of mental illness? Then you should get treated!"Her statement caught Aiden off guard. He looked at her in disbelief, as if questioning the absurdity of such a suggestion. At that moment, he took a closer look, scrutinizing her features. It was undoubtedly Kierra. So why was she speaking to him lik
Oh hell no. This little shit kept on disrespecting her and she was trying to be the nice person here but she couldn't. Was this how she would continue to take her excesses? No. Katherine's anger flashed across her face as she scolded Hope. "You little brat, you had better get respectful towards me or else—"Aiden swiftly interjected, his tone firm. "Katherine, you shouldn't yell at Hope like that. She's just a child, and meeting someone new who is going to be a parent can be overwhelming for her. Let's try to make this transition as smooth as possible for everyone, okay?" he urged, attempting to diffuse the tension.Even Aiden was yelling at her too? Absolutely great. She responded with a forced smile. "Of course, Aiden. I understand," she said, her voice tight. "Just give her time. I'm sure she'll come around." He added and Katherine gave a tight-lipped smile.Katherine suggested, "Well, shall we, Aiden? The guests are still waiting." Hope chimed in, "I'm not going. I'll just si