Miller's eyes widened in shock and disbelief, his voice trembling as he responded. "Gerald, please... I beg you to reconsider. The brewery is my livelihood, my family's legacy."‌Gerald's gaze hardened, his resolve unyielding. "You had no regard for Virginia's well-being, for her dignity. If you can strip her of her self-worth, then I can strip you of your precious brewery. This decision is final."‌Lusiana, who had been observing the exchange, interjected with a mix of anger and concern evident in her voice. Her jealousy towards Virginia is justified. Lusiana's envy of Virgina grew. She didn't expect her younger brother to defend his wife over his brother-in-law, who had done so much to advance their dirty business with their mafia clan.‌"Gerald, this is outrageous! How dare you seize my husband's business?" Lusiana protested, her voice laced with indignation.‌Gerald turned his attention to Lusiana, he looked at Lusiana with disgust. Ever since Gerald had been sickly, he had kn

Virginia entered her room, her cheeks flushed and her clothes adorned with patches of flour from the impromptu food fight with Susan in the kitchen. Laughter still lingered on her lips as she surveyed the space that served as her personal sanctuary within the mansion.‌“Gosh, Susan really pulled no punches!” said Virginia as she looked at herself in the mirror. What she saw there kind of explained why the elegant bodyguard was breaking his own character before. “I can’t believe I showed this ridiculous appearance out in the open! Even Harold who usually was reserved, was unable to hold his giggling down!”‌Then she turned around, looking at the place she was in. Her room, tastefully decorated in soft hues of lavender and cream, exuded an air of tranquility. Sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, casting a warm glow upon the polished wooden floors. A plush armchair sat in one corner, beckoning her to relax and unwind. A collection of books adorned a shelf, waiting to transport her

Gerald, carried the weight of concern on his shoulders as he observed the strained dynamics within his family. His new wife, Virginia, had not been warmly received by his siblings, in-laws, and even his own children. The atmosphere in the mansion was fraught with tension, leaving Gerald yearning for a sense of unity that seemed elusive.From the outside, people perceived him as a strong, unyielding figure. That was to be expected, as he was the number one man in an infamous mafia clan. Feared by foes, and respected by friends, that was the kind of man Gerald was.But deep within his heart, he couldn’t help but feel at a loss of what to do, seeing how his beloved Virginia had trouble in adjusting herself in this mansion. It wasn’t entirely her fault, not at all. It was just envy which drove Lusiana to show her hatred towards her. While Michelle, she only had trouble in accepting the fact that her father had another one beside him. One who wasn’t her real mother. The young girl was just

Cedric couldn't believe his luck. He had anticipated a stern lecture or disapproval from his father, Gerald, regarding his closeness to Virginia, his stepmother. But instead, Gerald's embrace and words of encouragement left Cedric feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders.As Cedric replayed the encounter in his mind, he couldn't help but smile. Gerald had initiated a conversation, starting with casual topics about Cedric's life and emotions since the loss of his biological mother. It was a rare moment of vulnerability and connection between father and son.When the conversation turned to Virginia, Cedric found himself at a loss for words. He stumbled over his sentences, unable to articulate the true depth of his feelings. But instead of suspicion or reproach, Gerald seemed to interpret Cedric's hesitation as natural reticence. To Cedric's surprise, his father embraced him tightly, a gesture that conveyed more love and acceptance than words ever could.In that moment, Cedric realized

Cedric had been trying to gain complete control of himself after that incident. He even tried to forget it completely, but as people often said, the more you try to forget something, the more it would linger in your memories. And that was true. The young teenager hoped to turn over a new leaf but his mind wouldn’t let him to do so. This day was also the same with the previous ones, where Cedric was being tortured by the carnage in his heart.‌Being caught in the middle of his internal conflict, Cedric rose up and decided to have a stroll around the mansion. But perhaps due to his muscle memory, he unconsciously brought himself to the place where it mattered the most to him, the garden. He stood at a crossroads, his footsteps faltering as he found himself drawn to the tranquil garden. His mind was a tumultuous sea, churned by conflicting emotions that threatened to drown his sense of reason.‌The complexity of their family dynamics added another layer of turmoil to Cedric's already t