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
Grace runs after him after they get out of the office. They enter in a room where they can freely speak and she hits him on his chest. “Didn’t I warn you? Didn’t I tell you to try and speak to the old man calmly!? Now, look at what you have done…you have caused such a huge rift. How is he ever going to do anything for us.” Grace cries out.“That’s enough, mom! I am already pissed off as it is, I don’t need you to add salt to the damn wounds.” Austin says, his gaze is hard like something indescribable.“What are we going to do now!? You should have not spoken bad about Daxon, you should have been a kind brother! Can’t you even pretend you dimwit!?” Grace yells at him. “Mother, it’s enough! I’ll come with another plan!” Austin yells.“You are so stupid! Why did I have to give birth to a son who is so stupid? Who exactly have I done wrong to? You can only have a plan when one doesn’t know your intent. You have basically showed your father that you are still unrepentant and you only ca
“Yes, her name is Emerald Winter. She was brought to this hospital about thirteen years ago. I need you to check her records, I’m her son.” Daxon says to the receptionist who looks at him confused.“Sir, did you say thirteen years ago? That is a long time.” She says and Azura joins the conversation, folding her hands at the counter.“We are aware of that. Can you help us?” Azura asks. “Well, I’m not sure but I hope I can. I have not been working here for thirteen years but I can look for the information. You said she was a patient here for thirteen years? Naomi Winter right?” The receptionist asks.“Yes, please check.” Daxon says, eager for the tiniest bit of information that he can get from the hospital. The receptionist begins to sift through a stack of patient files. With focused eyes, she scans each page, occasionally jotting down notes and information into the computer next to herself. Their expression reflects a mix of concentration.“I’m sorry to disappoint you but there is n
The aroma of freshly brewed tea swirls gently in the air, accompanied by the soothing crackle of a modest fireplace, creating an atmosphere of silence. Daxon and Azura nod their heads in gratitude as Maureen takes her seat to speak to them.“I saw you thirteen years ago when your mother was rushed into the hospital. You have grown into a fine young man.” Maureen says and Daxon listens. “It was the worst day of my life. I thought my mother died that day. Can you tell us what really happened?” Daxon says, going straight into the question that is bothering his mind and playing with his thoughts. “It was the worst day of my life too. I believe I’m still paying a crime for keeping my mouth shut that day. I should have spoken up. I should have said something that very day,”“Monte Carlo was at the hospital that day. He has enough connections to get the best doctor who fortunately saved her life after she was thought to be dead and unsavable.” Maureen says and her eyes eventually enters in
Azura walks into the swimming spa. Lewis was able to get her inside despite how challenging and restricted it was. However, Azura’s eyes are scanning the place as she marvels at the beauty of the place. It is within an expansive, opulent estate, the swimming spa is only for the rich and influential.It is a marvel of architectural grandeur and refined luxury. Encased in floor-to-ceiling glass, the crystal-clear water shimmers under the warm glow of chandeliers. There is lush, tropical foliage that lines the perimeter, creating for the elite guests who are enjoying the exclusive retreat. There are attentive staff on every side, catering to the desire of everyone but Azura is looking for one woman in focus. In her bathing suit, Azura walks in the lobby wondering how she would find Cassidy Carlo in such a huge space. She strides across the poolside, her figure adorned in a sleek, form-fitting bathing suit that accentuates her curves with an effortless allure. Azura isn’t paying att
Azura enters the brunch meeting. There are a ton of women who are present there. A sum of them are older than her while others are closer to her age category. The air hums with the sweet perfume of ripening fruits and the comforting aroma of freshly baked bread. An enticing array of culinary delights adorned every surface, creating a mesmerizing feast for the eyes. Bowls of plump, ruby-red strawberries nestled alongside golden mangoes, while towers of glistening apples and pears beckoned from the corner. Azura cannot believe it, it is a feast between women of different class and all sorts.“Come, join our table.” Cassidy says to Azura and De joins them. Alexa is sitting opposite from her and there is a smile on her face. How is that possible? A second ago, Alexa was angry at her and her eyes were even throwing daggers. It is exactly what Azura thinks it is—Alexa and her mother are the same thing. They are Monte Carlo’s family, what else can she expect. “Here, have something to eat.