The room fell into a tense silence. Everyone present could feel the shift in power, and neither Hailey nor Charles could ignore it. Hailey’s pride felt hurt. She looked at Jeremy from head to toe with anger and disgust. “Kneel? You want us to kneel for him?” she spat with indignation. “I would rather…” “Enough!” Charles barked, cutting her off. “Do you want to ruin both our lives? If Miss Vivan says kneel, we both kneel!” Hailey looked at him in aghast. “You can’t be serious! Charles, I…” “I’ve had enough of your tantrums, Hailey!” Charles snapped. “For once, just swallow your pride and do as you are told.” “But…” The look Charles gave her was killing which made her to swallow whatever word she was about to spill out. Defeated, Hailey hesitated before grudgingly lowering herself to the ground in humiliation. Charles slowly followed and bowed his head in submission. The sight was almost surreal; these two who felt like they were on top of the world couldn't help but
“That’s enough,” Lady Vivan’s voice was cool and sharpas it filled the hall. Her gaze was fierce as she focused on Hailey, and each of her steps felt deliberate. Watching this woman sneer at Jeremy—her son, whether he acknowledged it or not—filled her with a sense of duty. This girl has gone too far; she needs to understand what it means to respect another human being and be taught a lesson.Hailey looked at her, frowning in irritation. “And who are you supposed to be?” she sneered.Lady Vivan didn’t flinch. “Someone who has no tolerance for spoiled, mannerless women,” she replied coldly, “I’ve been watching you, and I must say, I’ve never seen such blatant disrespect.”Hailey scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Do you even know who you’re talking to?”“Oh, I know exactly who I’m speaking to,” Vivan replied smoothly. “A woman who not only betrayed her husband but is shameless enough to mock him afterward. It’s a wonder you weren’t taught any better.”Charles put a hand on Hailey’s arm, mutte
Jeremy woke up, squinting against the bright lights. His whole body ached, and a steady beep sounded nearby. As he tried to sit up, a nurse gently pushed him back down. She smiled warmly and adjusted his IV line. “Take it easy,” she said. “You had a rough night.” Jeremy rubbed his forehead, struggling to remember. “What... happened?” “You got into a fight,” she explained, her eyes sympathetic. “A woman stepped in and stopped it from getting worse. She’s the one who brought you here.” “A woman?” Jeremy repeated, confused. The nurse nodded. “She seemed really worried about you.” As she spoke, memories came flooding back. Just yesterday, his world had fallen apart: he had caught his wife, Hailey, cheating. To make it worse, she was pregnant—and not by him. He’d lost his job and his dignity, and his long-lost mother had suddenly shown up, claiming him as her son. It was too much for one day. Then he remembered the woman who had helped him last night. He wished he could at least than
Lady Vivan took a step back with her hands clasped together as she watched him. “I understand, Jeremy. Take all the time you need,” she nodded, understanding the turmoil he was facing. Jeremy backed away slowly, not daring to look back at her. The weight of the revelation crushed him with an intensity he had never felt before. Without another word, he turned and hurried out of the room. He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths, trying to anchor himself to reality. But every time he opened them, the words from the report flashed in his mind: *99.9% match.* “What do I do with this?” he muttered to himself, his hands trembled as he gripped the paper. He wasn’t feeling happy despite discovering he was the son of a wealthy family. His mind was clouded with the betrayal of his wife, the shocking confession of his real mother, and the struggle to accept the truth because he thought his real mother was dead. He stumbled down the street, He needed something to numb the chaos inside hi
"Young Master, this is Lady Vivan," Stefan introduced, forcing Jeremy to blink uncontrollably in awe. He couldn't believe he was standing in front of the reputable and wealthy Lady Vivan. He had heard some things about her but never believed he would see her in person. Actually, it was the first time he was seeing Lady Vivan, and the most shocking thing was that she addressed him as her son. Was she drunk? How could that be possible? Jeremy thought, but upon taking a close look at her, he looked away as her face became familiar. "Jeremy…my boy ..." "Er, sorry, ma'am, but I think there's a mistake here. I am not your boy. In fact, I don’t have parents. I guess there must be some mix-up. Pardon me, I thought Stefan was… I'll take my leave now." "You have to listen to me, Jeremy." Lady Vivan caught him by his arm, stopping him from leaving, tears dancing freely from her eyes. “No, my boy…you are my son, I know you are. You might not be able to recognize me, but I do remember you
As soon as they entered the suite, Stefan turned to Jeremy with a thoughtful gaze. “Young Master, you should freshen up first. I’m sure you’d want to look your best when you meet her.” Jeremy glanced down at his rumpled, dirt-streaked clothes, his cheeks warmed up with embarrassment. “You’re right,” he admitted. “I don’t exactly look the part right now.” Stefan gave him a reassuring nod. “I’ll make sure everything you need is sent to your room. In the meantime, I’ll go speak with Miss Zella and let her know you’ll meet with her soon.” Jeremy felt a strange sense of relief at the delay. He wasn’t ready to face Miss Zella just yet—whoever she was—and the idea of cleaning up sounded like a small gift. He was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and a hot shower and some food might give him the strength he needed to process everything. “Thank you,” he said softly, feeling oddly grateful for Stefan’s attention to detail. Stefan gave him a final nod and left the suite, leaving
The park was as noisy as a market a second ago, but now, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. All the onlookers were too stunned to speak. They couldn't believe that the poorly dressed man in front of them was actually rich. "Are they acting in a movie?" someone broke the silence. What was happening looked like a movie scene, but he quickly dispelled that idea. Each of the cars in the convoy was worth about ten million dollars. Moreover, they had run the red lights all the way here, which was an offense. Ordinary people didn't dare to do that, fearing they would be arrested by the police. It was obvious that these people didn't give a damn about the traffic signals or the punishment for flouting them. All these pointed to one thing: this young man must be very important and wealthy. The onlooker put two and two together. Now, Jeremy was a little worried and shy. He had thought Stefan was going to come here in a low-key manner. He didn't expect him to bring this
"One, two, three... Eight, eight zeroes! One hundred million!" Jeremy'smouth slightly open as he checked the sender, confirming it was indeed the bank. The last message he received from this line was the debit alert he got after the transaction he did the previous day to buy the necklace for Hailey. Jeremy's heart began to beat fast. 'Oh my God! How could this be? I must be daydreaming! Or am I dead? Could this be some kind of advanced hacking technology?’ Different questions raced through his mind as he glazed at the phone. With trembling hands, Jeremy began pacing, occasionally glancing down at the screen as if the numbers would change. He hesitated before Finally dialing the bank’s customer service number. His hand shook as he pressed each digit, feeling like each second took an eternity. When the call connected, a sweet female voice chimed in, “Hello, how may I help you today?” Jeremy swallowed and tried not to sound so nervous. "Hello. Well, I want to check my ac
Jeremy stared into space, the weight of his life’s recent blows pressing heavily on him. Today, he had discovered his wife’s infidelity, found out she was pregnant, lost his home, and was fired from his job—all in a single day. The sadness in his heart was overwhelming. From his pocket, he took out a small box containing a necklace he’d bought for Hailey’s upcoming birthday. He had worked day and night to afford this $400 necklace, wanting her to feel cherished. Now, the irony made him sick, because of her, he had just lost his job and had his reputation had just been damaged. His hand trembled as he opened the box, looking at the delicate chain he had once thought would symbolize his love. He regretted ever buying her that necklace, he could have used that money for something practical—to chip away at his mounting debt, and now he has lost his job, his only source of living, but instead, he’d poured himself into a gift for someone who had thrown him away “Hailey, you will reg