As people ate their breakfast the next morning while using their phone, a particular news kept popping up. Its heading was especially inviting that they all had to click it out of curiosity. “Just In: Nathaniel Reynolds, a model and rapper, has been exposed for sleeping with countless models in the industry! It's said that he exploits them and forces them to sleep with him in exchange for making their life in the modeling agency peaceful. #cancelnathanielreynolds!” Andrew took a sip from his coffee as he read the news. He suddenly smiled and dropped his tablet on the dining table, but paused, seeing Nicholas' blank eyes on him. “What?” “How you're still sitting there, not bothering to pay her a visit after she was almost raped by a friend I brought because you made her act like a maid, is really bothering me.” Nicholas outrightly said. He wasn't one to hide what he was thinking, as he only viewed such behavior as a burden. Why keep it in when you can say it and get it off your ch

The face looked oddly familiar to Elizabeth, but as she stared at him, trying hard to recall where she had seen him before, Dante had flared up in rage. “Who is he? He's one of your boy toys, isn't he? Don't you know you're supposed to get rid of them as the married woman that you are!” Dante yelled, pointing a finger at Taylor's nose in rage. He didn't recognize who the man was and quickly assumed the worst. Taylor swallowed a painful lump as her body trembled in shock and heartbreak. She slowly glanced up at Charles, who had gulped down the champagne with a nonchalant look. However, he glared at Dante when he heard the middle-aged man's words to Taylor. Instead of speaking to Dante directly, he turned to Taylor with the most respectful look he could muster, “Mrs. Radford, who is this?” His question made Dante blush in embarrassment. How could this brunt claim not to know him! Most importantly, how could Taylor keep such a rude person as a friend? Look at him, he didn't even bo

Chapped lips, trembling eyes and unable to keep her eyes open. Taylor curled into a ball form on her bed, clutching tightly to her aching stomach. For some reason, she naively believed she could stomach the pain of not eating for more than twenty-four hours. She glanced at the time and hissed in pain. She still needed to go for another twelve hours to complete the two days. Taylor's lips were chapped, and her throat was dry, since she hadn't tasted water or anything liquid for more than a day. She was too weak to do so, and Andrew had ordered the maids not to help Taylor with anything. If she wanted something, she should get it herself. She sighed and closed her eyes, hoping she'd sleep off and wake up in twelve hours. Just then, she heard her door open, then the sound of soft footsteps. Taylor was too weak to get up and see who it was, so she just laid there. Something dropped beside her face and she quickly reached for it, seeing it was freshly baked bread. Not caring who drop

Elizabeth was in the hospital attending to a patient when she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She didn't reach for it until she was done. “You should be fine in a couple of weeks given you don't do anything that puts pressure on your right leg, or you may have it contaminated which would leave the hospital no choice but to cut it off to save your life.” She told the young man who had broken his leg when he went on a hiking journey.He nodded and closed his eyes. Elizabeth didn't waste any more time with him as she walked out of the ward. She took off her gloves and dropped them in the bin, then took out her phone.She smiled when she saw the pictures sent to her and hastened to her office. Daniel really did take her bait. She was together with him last night and spilled the news that Taylor would be at Glass House Entertainment the following day. She didn't expect the man, who claimed not to be listening to her, to actually act on her words. But she was thankful for that. Now

“Delete the tweet and tell the public that it isn't what they think.” Taylor pleaded, almost going down on her knees. After Derek showed her Daniel's tweet, she immediately reached out to Daniel and asked for them to meet in secret. “Why?” Daniel raised a brow before scoffing. Then he leaned towards her and asked, “Why should I do that? You were my girlfriend before your sudden marriage to that brat Andrew. We didn't even break up. So why should I apologize for hugging my girlfriend?” Taylor clenched her jaw tightly. She already knew how this was going to end. But she was desperate for it not to end that way, or she'd be screwed by Andrew. She was about to say something when her phone, which she placed on the table before her, vibrated. Taylor hesitated. Seeing her hesitate, Daniel reached out to take the phone. He chuckled when he saw the caller and showed it to her. “Andrew is calling.” Taylor trembled in fear. He was calling. Her body twitched uncomfortably, recalling the pai