The moment Austin gets off the phone with Veronica, his eyes blazes and his mother walks into the room. “Son, how are you feeling? Have you taken your drugs today? Why haven’t you told your father about what Monte Carlo’s son did to you!?” Grace asks.“Mother, please! Stop calling that man my father.” Austin says, looking into the mirror and checking if there are still any signs of the pleating he went through.“But he is your father! Who do you want to call father? The man who is buried in a grave?” Grace says and Austin glares at her.“I have to tell you the truth. No one else would if you I do not tell you. Don’t you understand?” Grace says and he walks away from the mirror.“Listen, mom! I don’t care about anything that has to do with Limbert or Christopher. The only thing that matters to me is this war with Daxon. I cannot let him become the inheritor of Bright group.”“He is getting engaged and he is doing everything that old man wants, the boards of directors are in complete s
“Keep your voice down, Daxon Winter!” Monte Carlo says, pure excitement in his eyes as he takes delight in the ache of Daxon’s voice and anger. “Repeat what you said regarding my mother! Where the hell is she!?” Daxon bangs the table and the officers stare in because they can hear the increase in vocal chords between both men. “Hey, you need to keep your voice down!” The security guard says and Monte Carlo is still laughing hysterically.“Please, tell me where my mother is?” Daxon says, staring at Monte Carlo who is not saying anything for the first few minutes.The heir of Bright group shoulders slump in defeat, his chest heaving with each ragged breath as a tempest of emotions rages within. His brows furrow in a deep-seated fury, his jaw clenched in a palpable display of seething anger. Eyes that were once bright with determination now smolder with a sad resolve, revealing the depths of his anguish and the fierce resolve brewing beneath the surface. His fists clench and unclench,
Daxon cannot think straight. This is all because his father left them. If his father didn’t leave, his mother would not have fallen to such a ruthless fate. Where could she be? Where in the world could his mother be? His father doesn’t even know that his mother could be alive? The heir of Bright group is feeling a ton of different things and one of that is a sense of betrayal that may forever linger. If his father, if his father did not leave his and his poor mother .It wouldn’t have resulted in this. This is the height of it and as much as Daxon’s heart is shattered against everything that is happening. It didn’t stop him from driving to his father’s house to ask him questions that breaks his heart.At the mansion owned by Christopher Winter, Daxon strides briskly down the corridor, his determined gait conveying urgency. Each step, purposeful and rapid, echoes through the silent hallway. As he nears the office, his eyes fixate on the entrance, jaw clenched in determination.Grace wh
Grace runs into her bedroom after what she witnessed. It is like a heaven set miracle and it is the best part for her to make a wave for her son. Austin is in his bedroom, getting ready for something when she bolts into the room.Austin’s brow furrow in concentration as he attempted to navigate the intricate folds of the tie, his fingers fumbling slightly with the slippery fabric. As he works, a faint crease of frustration tugs at the corners of his mouth, but it is swiftly replaced by a sense of triumph as the tie begins to take shape.“Mom?“ Austin says, trying to adjust the tie on his neck. “Son. Something has happened!” Grace says, covering her mouth with her hands as she looks at me. Austin looks at her from top to toes, he thinks she is probably trying to tell something that makes no sense. With a gentle yet firm voice, Grace clears her throat, signaling the imminent disclosure that hangs in the air.“Austin, I’m speaking to you! You won’t believe what I just saw and heard!” Gr
Daxon cannot believe it. His head is not in the right place as he enters his home. Lewis and Azura are inside, waiting for him so they can have lunch together. When he walks in, they realize that his shoulders have slumped and his eyes fixed on the ground. His normally confident stride was replaced by a hesitant shuffle, each step marked by a weighty sighLines of fatigue etches onto his face, shadowed by a sense of profound desolation. His unkempt hair falls untamed over his forehead, betraying a neglect that echoes his inner turmoil. A once-crisp suit now bears the creases of neglect, hinting at the battles he might have facedAzura gets up from her chair and begins to walk over to him. Lewis, on the other hand, is watching in confusion. What could have happened to his boss? “Daxon, are you okay?” Azura asks and he lifts his head to look at her. Words do not emanate from his mouth but he walks towards Azura and hugs her immediately.“Oh my God! Daxon, did something happen? Are you
Austin waits for Veronica at the luxurious hotel. He hooked a room, paid for an expensive table of exotic food and drinks. Ever since it has been settled that Daxon was no longer the heir of Bright group. He has been in such a jovial mood that is hard to miss. Soon, he would have everything to his feet and nothing can by any means stop it.He glances at his watch intermittently, his demeanor a blend of anticipation. Austin fiddles with the corner of the menu, occasionally stealing a glance at the entrance, perhaps rechecking his appearance in the reflection of the wine glass in front of him.From another glass, Veronica strides into the restaurant premises which is built at the hotel. Georgia strides into the restaurant, her attire is demanding attention. She is wearing a form-fitting, plunging neckline dress which reveals her cleavage. With every step, her heels click on the tiled floor, commanding the gazes of those around in the retract. There is a highly slit on her dress exposes
“Wow, the room is so beautiful.” Veronica says as Austin pours her a drink and she collects it from his hand. “Thank you.” Veronica says as she sips the alcoholic wine and begins to walk around the room. The floor-to-ceiling windows reveal a breathtaking panorama of a sun-kissed seascape. It must have been an outrageous amount to book such a room. Austin must have done it for her because he regards her worth—Veronica thinks. She looks at the ornate artwork adorned on the walls, complementing the sleek, polished wooden furniture, while the faint scent of fresh flowers lingers in the air, enhancing the room's serene ambiance. The life as a daughter in law of Bright group would be amazing and full of everything life has to suffer.The one thing going on in her mind is how she can make all of this work in her favor. The moment she heard that Daxon was no longer the heir of Bright group—she wanted to laugh. Was she always destined to become the daughter of Bright group? Does this mean A
“I have failed my son, Joe and I am paying for all my sins.” Christopher Winter says to his assistant. Lines etched deep into his weathered face and they tell a story of sleepless nights and silent tears shed for his son who cut him off. His eyes, once full of warmth, now carry a profound sadness, a reflection of the irreparable chasm left by the rejection of his own flesh and blood“You cannot blame him sir, Monte Carlo has sold an abominable lie to him.” Butler Joe says, looking for words to lift his master’s spirit. “But what if Monte Carlo is right? He was in love with my wife many years ago. He even tried to hold me down so that I won’t have success to go back to her. Daxon told me that despite how wicked Monte Carlo is, he was there for his mother.” Christopher says.“Sir, he is in his feelings. I’m sure he will return and give you a chance again. Why don’t you begin to search for your wife? If she is still alive…you can bring your family back together.” Butler Joe says.“I wil