Mumbling to herself, Maria stumbled through the dimly lit hallway, the scent of alcohol clinging to her like a second skin. Her heels clacked unevenly against the polished marble floor. She was halfway between tipsy and drunk as she approached the grand staircase, her vision blurred. Waiting at the bottom of the staircase, with a stern and disapproving expression etched on his face, was her father. He stood there, arms crossed, his expression of stern disapproval, and as Maria's unsteady steps gave her away, his eyes darkened further. "Maria," he began, his voice sharp and laced with frustration, "Do you have any idea what time it is?" Stopping, Maria squinted at him and mumbled incoherently before her laughter, tinged with the remnants of her alcohol-fueled merriment, bubbled up as she reached the bottom of the stairs. "Daddy, it's called having fun. You should try it sometime." "It's half past two, Maria! You were supposed to be home hours ago." Andrew's face darkened as he la

On a crisp Sunday morning, the Hudson mansion exuded an air of tension and excitement. The scent of blooming roses saturated the grand halls as sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting golden rays on the polished marble floors, creating a mesmerizing dance of light and shadow. In the grand foyer, the maids, dressed in pristine white uniforms, moved with grace and precision, their diligent hands meticulously arranging fresh flowers in elegant vases. Their collective efforts transformed the space into a floral paradise, a symphony of vibrant colors and delicate petals that seemed to come alive with each passing moment as Mrs. Jenkins, the head maid, stood at the center of it all, her sharp eyes surveying the preparations with a mix of authority and pride. Outside the grand entrance of the mansion, the first to arrive was Andrew Hudson, the embodiment of refined elegance and authority. As he stepped out of his vehicle, his tall figure cast a commanding shadow on the gr

The room was silent for a moment, the guests frozen in shock at Jada's announcement. But then, the mumbling slowly began. Everyone knew that Jada rejected Chase to get married to Leon, and now, she has divorced Leon to marry Chase. The scandalous of the entire situation had become the talk of the town, and the guests couldn't help but whisper amongst themselves, their eyes darting between Jada, Chase, and Leon. But despite the murmurs and the disapproving looks, Jada stood tall and proud, her eyes locked onto Mr. Husdon. "I know this might come as a surprise, grandfather," she said, her voice steady and unwavering. "But Chase and I love each other, and we want to spend the rest of our lives together." "Mr. Hudson, please, talk some sense into my wife. She had suffered a lot of trauma to her brain after getting shot in the head, and Mr. Aniston knew that! In fact, he visited my wife the entire month she was in the hospital, and when she woke up, he was the first face she saw. Like a

Silently, Jada's heart sank as she watched her grandfather, the man who looked so tough a couple minutes ago, express such vulnerability, and she took a seat across from him. "Grandfather, I don't want to make you hopeless," Jada whispered, her eyes flaring with sadness. "Why would you say that?" "Mr. Aniston is an extremely powerful man. His heart is not to be trifled with," Mr Hudson replied, his voice trembling with emotion. "If you don't love him, then stop whatever game you are playing while he is still considerable to you. Just because you were lucky the first time, it doesn't mean-" "You too... Even you believe that my feeling for Chase is fake." Jada felt a lump form in her throat as she struggled to hold back tears. "I saw how much you fought to be with Leon. Your father and you were on awful terms back then because he accepted the contract from Chase and set the date for your wedding. I remember when you came crying to me years ago, you said that he was selling you to a

The study door opened, and Jacob walked in, staring at Chase sleeping with his head resting on his desk, and a sigh left his lips. "You idiot," Jacob mumbled, walking further into the room. "How can she make you so happy and destroy all at once." He shook his head as he walked closer to his friend, leaning against his desk, and then he frowned when he heard the door open. His gaze darted to Jada as she stood in the doorway, watching the two with hesitation before asking, "Can I-" "Sure," Jacob said, walking away from the desk and approaching her. Then he stopped beside Jada, side-eyeing her, and said, "You know he doesn't stay in the study unless he's stressed about something and wants to drown it out of his head with work, right?" "I…" Jada mumbled, but Jacob walked away before she could say anything else, shutting the door shut. A sigh left her mouth, and then she turned to see Chase still sleeping. She stared for another second or two before walking towards him and sitting