"I held my child and wept bitterly on the delivery bed."I was at a loss for words at that point.What do I do?What was I supposed to say to her?Clearly not a heartfelt speech of pity because in as much as I got poked a bit by her story, a larger part of me wasn't that sorry.I leaned back in my s
After I officially divorced Sydney, Doris transferred her remaining shares to me. I became the largest shareholder and the de facto person in charge as I now held 46% of GT group's shares.Due to the new development, the shareholder resume was officially updated and as expected, my networth soared.
They erupted in cheers and applause as the camera was turned off. The host shook my hands again, a huge grin on his face. As I left the conference hall, my assistant and bodyguard in tow, some fangirls came for autographs while some journalists dared to ask about my marriage."No comments," my assis
The only light in the room were the brightness of our phone's screens and that of the TV. The TV had been muted while Grace and I idly worked on our phones."Woah," Grace put her phone before my face, "Sydney, look at this."My gaze settled on the dress on the screen. It was almost like one of the o
"Good evening, Grandma," I said into the phone after I picked up the call. I tried to sound as casual as possible but I was dying to know why she called as the pleasantries seemed to stretch."How have you been, child? It's been quite a while," her familiar shrill voice filled the speaker of the pho
I folded my lips, resisting the urge to let out a groan as Grace added 'finishing touches' to my make up. She had been adding 'finishing touches' to my make up and dress for the past hour."Grace…" I groaned, unable to keep.mute anymore. "What are you still doing?!""Finishing touches.""Finishing t
Bella took a few steps back. Then she muttered in a small voice that I almost didn't hear her, "Mark…"Mark turned to her, his eyes eying her from head to toe like she was dirt trapped under his feet. "Besides, Why are you here?""Grandma Doris' birthday. I'm here-" she stuttered and Mark saved her
After the first time I was adopted, my guardians and foster homes became a blur of faces and places. Each family I went into always mistreated me and I was lucky to be smart enough to always be able to escape. It was like a whirlwind of being scolded and punished by the orphanage officials for eithe