"No. No. No. NO!!" Madame Sharon abruptly stood up as if the news they received had finally settled on her. Her eyes were wide open and her hands were placed on her head, looking around like her life had no meaning anymore.She sobbed and placed her hands on her face and then beside her, grabbing tight her clothes since she was absorbed in confusion of the highest order.She shook her head since she was still finding it hard to wrap her head around it. "This isn't happening. No, this isn't happening. It can't happen!" She cried and looked at Hermione. "Please tell me this isn't happening. Tell me I'm only dreaming, Hermione!"Hermione sobbed and looked up at her mom, her face already wet with tears. "I…" She breathed out shakily and stood up. "We can't be dreaming the same dream, mom. They…we just heard…we just heard that they've dropped, mom. Our money…our money is now nothing." She said and began to cry, like saying that word out loud made it feel more real. "Mom! We…we lost our mon
Dylan was allowed in and he sized the living room up. It was fairly grand, especially for someone who he must have thought was poor or at least financially stable.As he heard footsteps, he looked toward the stairs and found the familiar woman he came here for. Maria Hastings. She was beautiful for someone around the age of his mother-in-law. She had long brown hair and hazel eyes and she screamed elegance just by looking at her.But she was a sad woman. Even though she hides it, it was written all over her face.She got to Dylan and forced a smile. "So I was told you're here to speak to me about my daughter. Do you know her?" She questioned.Dylan shook his head and answered, "Unfortunately, no. I don't know her personally but I've heard about her.""Heard?" Madame Maria asked in confusion.Dylan nodded. "I heard what happened to her in Harper Enterprises." He divulged.Madame Maria furrowed her brows in confusion. "You heard that? It's not possible since that wicked woman, Sharon, d
Sean was seen in a bar drinking like his life has become a non-entity. He was lost. He didn't know losing Hermione could make him feel this way. He can't let Dylan have Hermione back. He wanted Hermione by all means.God, the plan was going so well so why did Lord Owens have to come? How the hell did Dylan get him to sign a contract with Harper Enterprises?It's been more than two weeks but he still can't stop thinking about the banquet Hall event. He was curious to find out what it was about Dylan and Lord Owens and he knows Hermione and her mother have the answers.But how is he gonna get them back and get his answers? He couldn't even dare go close to Dylan since he was scared about his connection with Lord Owens. He couldn't get in trouble. His phone began ringing and he absentmindedly picked it up and answered. "Hello.""Hey, Sean, it's Harold Andrews, and I'm back."Sean's eyes lit up. "Are you serious?""Very. Can't wait to hang out with you but I should see my family first."
"Oh, my God. Harold?" Hermione said with a gasp. She couldn't believe she was seeing her cousin from her mother's side.He left the country for greener pastures and he said he wasn't sure he was returning but seeing him back was a bolt from the blue.Madame Sharon walked toward him, still looking like she was seeing a ghost. She furrowed her brows as she got closer to him and stopped dead in her tracks. "Harold, is this really you?"Harold gave them an enigmatic grin and answered. "Flesh and blood, aunt. I decided Melrovia should be my home.""Your home?" Madame Sharon asked in incredulity and scoffed. "Well, in this home, we're currently walking on pins and needles."Harold frowned and fully entered inside with his traveling bag. "Whoa, what a welcome!" He grumbled and stopped in front of Hermione with a smile on his face. "So how are you?"Hermione shook her head with a pouty expression. "Not fine. You came back at the wrong time."Harold was officially confused. He turned to look a
It was afternoon when Hermione arrived at a famous brunch restaurant known as Jenny's Cuisine. She wasn't in a good mood since she had a lot of threats from the shareholders. She knew Sean was her only way out and he was the one she was meeting.She found he was already there and he had already ordered. Her heart was beating like a drum and a wild impulse to turn around and walk away crept into her. But it feels like she was dragged and thrown into a very dark hole with no way of coming out.It was obvious to her that she was left without a choice and she had to let go of her pride. She has to forget about the fact that Sean deceived her and beg him for help.Where she stood, she gulped, trying hard to free herself from the popsicle she turned herself into. She was tired of how her chest rises and falls in rapid breaths so she hesitantly walked toward the table which was at the far end of the restaurant, close to the mirror wall, but before she could get there, he stood up and dragged
"Three hundred billion dollars?!" Dwayne yelled in disbelief and stupefaction. "Son, that amount of money is too much for us to just give away. What are we going to tell the board about how such an amount left the company? We'll need an explanation that is plausible."Sean walked toward his grandfather's desk and stood in front of his father and grandfather. "I know, dad, but I had no other choice. I needed her by all means and with this, she's forthwith stuck with us. She and her family.""The money can't be dug from the ground, Sean. It's damn too much. Even for us." Dwayne debated further, showing his displeasure and umbrage toward it."I know we don't have to take the money from the company, dad. We have savings, and I'm sure you guys have slush funds hidden away. Come on, help me out. Let's work it out together." He desperately pleaded.Dwayne sighed, looking demoralized and he glanced at his father who kept shut. He couldn't believe he was just going to give such a huge amount o
Dylan arrived at a BMW store in Melrovia the next morning. The day for the event kept getting closer and he needed a good car to show off himself and Dr. Lydia.However, just as he entered the store, he bumped into a lady who stumbled backward in shock and a gasp."What the hell?! You bas…" The lady looked at him and then a trace of disdain appeared in her expression. "Tard. You bastard." She completed even though she still looked shocked.Dylan recognized the girl, she was his mate back then in high school. A girl who was already labeled a bitch at a young age and growing up. Letty Grey.Unlike back then when she had really long, wavy, black hair, this time her hair was short to her shoulders and straight. He just sighed, getting disgusted at himself for trying to check her out. Even though she was beautiful, she was disgusting inside. She was even the last person he'd ever want to meet.She was still the same, always riding with a clique who just stood behind her like some barbie d
"Are you sure he's not capable of affording the car? I mean, why would he come here to buy a car when he can't afford one?" One of the guys questioned. It was obvious he was the only one seeing reason.Lefty scoffed with her hips jutted out and her hands folded. She kept looking at Dylan, accessing him before answering, "Does he look like someone that can afford such a car? He's probably just trying to flirt with the poor sales lady.""But we know Dylan, Letty…" The other girl interjected. "He's not someone who jokes around or even flirts around. Don't you think you're only falling down the rabbit hole by accepting such a deal?"Dylan's mouth curled up into an enigmatic smile. Who cares if she's receiving warnings from her friends? She can't back out now. She's going to have to pay for daring to insult his mother with her unfiltered mouth. Next time, she'll learn how to zip it.He then took out his bank card and gave it to the saleswoman. "Swipe it."Instantly, the Saleslady took it a