In the confines of her mind, Christine found herself revisiting a particular question: 'Is my Ethan a little angel or a little devil?' It certainly wasn't the first time this thought had surfaced in her consciousness. Yet, he was undeniably her pride and joy, her world. It was her darling child who had been insistent that she adorned this specific red dress for the evening. The realization of his motive now dawned on her. Ethan must have seen Martha in the identical attire. While Christine had categorically forbidden him from spying on Hunter, she had simultaneously requested him to upgrade their home's security system. Undeniably, Ethan must have sneaked a peek at the trio departing the house. While their advanced home system respected privacy, not having any cameras in the bedrooms, there were however surveillance points located in the hallways. "Wow, is this a favorite dress among ladies?" Simon chuckled, fully embodying his self-appointed role as the 'funny brother'. "Or was it
'Christine is proving to be a remarkably resourceful woman,' both men thought, captivated by the enigma she represented. It seemed as if she was a radiant beauty, shrouded in an intoxicating aura of mystery. Men, as it was well known, were often driven by a primal urge to decipher such enigmatic puzzles. It delivered them a unique sense of fulfillment and achievement. In stark contrast, Martha was reeling from a brutal revelation. Christine, her once weak stepsister, had transformed beyond recognition, which spelled nothing but trouble for her. Mere threats would no longer deter Christine; Martha needed to unearth a critical weakness, a chink in her armor, that she could exploit for her own gain. Naturally, she would seek her mother's help. Elenora was a seasoned player in these power games. The remainder of the dinner proceeded in an unusual hush, with each individual lost in their own thoughts, all except for Christine. She appeared to be the only one truly relishing her meal, main
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Elenora’s heart hammered relentlessly in her chest, the jarring sensation echoing the onset of a heart attack as she wrestled with yet another rejection. Even though she had anticipated the possibility of this outcome, its brutal reality was a painful blow. A blow to her ego, her social status, her carefully curated image. 'How can this be happening to me? This cannot be real, it just can't be!' "Surely you cannot be serious, Mister Thorne! My late husband was your loyal client since he launched his business, a venture that filled your bank's coffers quite handsomely. The very same business you now blatantly refuse to extend a loan to." Mister Thorne interjected, "It was out of respect and sympathy for your late husband, an old friend of mine, that I chose not to report your outstanding debts to the authorities. It was in honor of Ethan Carter that you aren't facing legal charges this very moment." Feeling the gravity of her situation, she swallowed the
As Elenora sat in her lavish office, she was still dazzled by the audacious series of events that had unraveled. It was as if some malevolent curse had been cast upon her by Christine, her cunning stepdaughter. Every bank, from the smallest local establishments to the multinational giants, had unanimously refused to extend her the financial lifeline she so desperately needed. Now, to add insult to injury, she was confronted with an audacious proposal. An unsolicited takeover offer from none other than her calculating stepdaughter, Christine! How could Christine commit such a distasteful act as to exploit Elenora's unfortunate predicament? With resolute determination, Elenora knew that she would never, ever let this happen. Not on her watch. Not in this lifetime or any other. She would not just roll over and allow her conniving stepdaughter to seize the company that she had wrangled control of through her own sweat, blood, and a fair share of unscrupulous dealings. Yes, she had dance
Her nerves hummed with tension, stretching to their limits as if on the brink of snapping. It was obvious that Hunter had strategically exploited the situation to place her in a difficult position. Did she have the capacity to refuse and cause her son disappointment? Of course, she didn't. If she declined, what kind of mother would she be, to knowingly inflict pain on her child? Yet, if she accepted, she would be compromising, and one compromise invariably led to another in her experience. Ethan’s large, innocent eyes widened until they seemed to take over his face, his complexion turning an anxious pale white as he eagerly anticipated her response. “Mommy? Will you come with us?” His eyes glowed with innocence and hope, striking a chord in her heart. “Just this time,” she declared with a strain of effort to maintain her composure, shooting another glare at Hunter, who conveniently pretended not to notice. He would certainly get an earful from her later, she mentally noted with st
In a spa boasting opulent decor, Elenora was receiving a massage within the confines of the VIP room. However, tension ran rampant through her body, a clear indicator of the stress weighing heavy on her mind. Her nerves, poor things, bore the brunt of her internal turmoil. Her mind was a whirlwind of potential solutions, yet none seemed satisfactory. The root of the issue? Her thoughts were clouded by Christine's success, while she herself was scrambling to keep her company afloat. After spending what felt like an eternity indulging in various VIP services, clarity finally struck. There was only one solution: Christine must disappear. That was the harsh reality. Her stepdaughter, audacious enough to thrive instead of wallowing in misery as a single mother, was causing trouble once again. If Martha lost the financial support that Hunter provided, it would spell disaster for both mother and daughter. They would be utterly ruined. Elenora reached for her phone and began scrolling throu
Within the opulent confines of the Smart Home where Hunter resided, Elenora was giving instructions to the servants to fetch her a bottle of the loftiest and most expensive champagne. She decided that today was an occasion worth celebrating, a day that marked the final chapter of having Christine in her life. FOREVER. "Mommy, what's got you in such a good mood?" Martha inquired, her face etched with confusion. In Martha's perspective, there wasn't anything to celebrate. Quite the opposite, in fact. Their company was on the brink of declaring bankruptcy, and Hunter was seemingly infatuated with Christine. Martha could even risk losing her alimony. So, what on earth was there to celebrate? 'Is Mommy going crazy? She is surely acting this way,' Martha pondered, observing her mother's seemingly inexplicable joy. Elenora, however, continued to bask in her own secretive triumph, ignoring her daughter's bemusement. Even though she was essentially exploiting Martha for her own gains, she w
Ethan was desperate to find his mother, but with her phone turned off, he was at a loss. His brain raced, searching for an alternative solution. Then it struck him. 'Of course! If that malicious woman did something bad to my Mommy, she must have left some kind of trail on her phone!' Emboldened by this newfound idea, Ethan swiftly hacked into Elenora's phone, uncovering a series of chilling text messages between her and a man named 'Markus'. As he scrolled through the incriminating messages, all color drained from his face. The information confirmed the grim possibility that his beloved mother was in danger. 'Mommy, I can't live without her. Please, God, let her be safe, I beg you. I promise I'll be a good boy, and I'll never ask you for anything else again!' A wave of sheer terror washed over him, obscuring his thoughts as he imagined the worst possible scenarios. His blood ran cold, his body trembling, tears streaming down his young cheeks. His mother was his world, the thought o