Back at the Abrams mansion, Nicole’s breath caught in her throat as her eyes landed on Ethan Caldwell. The last time she had seen him, he was a humble yet ambitious taxi driver with an easy smile and an entrepreneurial spirit.The same stranger who helped pay her hospital bills, saving her from the disgrace.He stood confident and sophisticated in his tailored suit, polished - a far cry from the man she remembered. Ethan flashed a warm smile as he stepped forward, extending a hand. "Congratulations, Nicole, the President of Griffins Industries, Mr. Abrams, made the right choice," he said, sincerity infused into his tone with a thread of pride.Nicole forced a weak smile, her mind racing. "Thank you, but…Ethan, how is this even possible? You're the CEO of Griffins Industries now? How did this happen?"Ethan chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "It's a long story, but I'll give you the short version.Nicole remembered that on one of their last conversations, Ethan had told her
Words drained from Taylor's mouth. He opened his lips to speak, but all he could still say was, “Nicole?”Nicole's heart was racing, but her face went cold with anger and simmering resentment. Her breath hitched in her throat as flashes of her past with Taylor came back in vivid detail, like a knife through her gut.It was as if a projector inside her head had been flipped on, replaying every single moment of pain and humiliation he had ever caused her. She saw herself as she once was: a young, hopeful woman, determined to make a marriage work against all odds.The sharp words his mother had hurled at her still echoed in her ears: accusations of being a gold digger, an opportunist. She remembered the cold indifference in Taylor's eyes as he aligned himself with his family against her, every single time.And then there was that night she lost everything. Her baby. The one chance she had at building a future she could call her own.It ached so intense inside her chest, her going back
Taylor stood at the head of the long, glass-paneled conference table, a presentation remote trembling ever so slightly in his hand. His tailored suit hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, yet it felt suffocating as beads of sweat formed along his brow. He had been the man who conquered boardrooms, sealed deals with not much more than his charisma and guile, but today was different. Today, Nicole's searing gaze from across the table shook his confidence in ways he never thought possible.The moment he spoke, his voice betrayed him-a slight crack that he promptly tried to cover with a cough. He fumbled through the slides now, his characteristic poise compromised by this deluge of memories. Nicole's unrelenting gaze was like looking into his mirror of memories, mirroring every failure, each hurtful word, all the humiliation he and his mother had subjected her to.His mind flashed to the tear-streaked face of the day she'd left his house for the last time. He tried to focus, looking a
Back in her office, Nicole sat at her desk, her hands clenched into fists as waves of anger coursed through her veins. Seeing Taylor again had ripped open old wounds she had thought were so well-healed. It all just came back and dragged her into the deepest corners of her mind.Her breathing grew heavier at the memory of her past-those moments when she was still pregnant, full of hope and anticipation for a life that was growing inside of her.She had been so ready to be a mother, to hold her child in her arms and shower it with all the love she'd never received. But he and his cruel, manipulative mother had taken it all away.They had stolen her child, her chance at motherhood. That day was etched in her memory like a scar that refused to fade.The humiliation, the pain, the grief-they all burned inside of her, feeding her resolve. She would never forgive Taylor or his mother. Not in this lifetime. One day, they would crawl to her on their hands and knees and beg for her forgivene
Taylor burst into his mansion, panting heavily, his shirt clinging to his damp skin as though it carried the weight of his boiling rage. He slammed the entrance door behind him, its echo reverberating through the grand but lifeless home. The clock on the wall ticked a deafening 8:06 PM, but time felt irrelevant to the storm raging within him. He was breathing in sharp gasps, as if he had been running for hours, though the chase he had endured had far more to do with his mind than his body.Upstairs, his mother, stirred from her evening nap. She heard the commotion, threw on her robe, and padded downstairs, her face lined with concern.The dim light in the hall led her into Taylor's room; she came to a stop at his door, her heart bucking at the sound of breaking glass. She was just in time to see him hurl a framed picture against the wall, where it shattered into a hundred pieces. The photo of happier times now lay facedown in a sea of broken vases and overturned furniture."Taylo
It was a new day, sunlight peeking through the thin curtains of Sarah’s apartment. Her living room, still faintly smelling of Taylor’s cologne, felt heavy with the weight of last night. She sat at the edge of the couch, her phone buzzing loudly on the coffee table. It startled her. Looking at the screen, she saw the name: Mother-in-law.She’d saved Veronica’s phone number with that name the very day her friend Nicole was divorced. With their plans accomplished, she believed she was already Taylor’s wife.Her brows creased. Why is she calling me now?“Hello?” Sarah answered cautiously.“Sarah, have you seen Taylor?” Veronica’s voice was sharp, laced with a tone that left no room for deception.Sarah exhaled, brushing a hand through her hair. “Yes, mother, he was here last night,” she admitted.“And? What happened?” Veronica pressed.Sarah hesitated but chose her words carefully. “He… he wasn’t himself. Something’s eating him up, and he said he knows what to do… something about taking
Veronica quickly straightened her posture, regaining her composure with practiced poise. Her sharp, commanding presence filled the office, her glare narrowing in on Nicole, who remained seated with a nonchalant expression.“I’m here to warn you, Nicole, or whatever name you go by now,” Veronica said, her voice low and threatening. “Whoever is behind the trouble you’re stirring for my son, you better put an end to it, immediately. Or you’ll have me to contend with.”For a brief second, silence consumed the room. Nicole’s lips curled upward in the faintest of smiles, and then, without warning, she burst into laughter. It wasn’t forced or faint; it was loud, sharp, and echoing. The sound sliced through the tense air like a blade.Veronica blinked, her fury momentarily stilled as she stood there, stiff and dumbfounded. Her brow furrowed deeper as she watched Nicole. What on earth was so amusing? She didn’t dare ask, but her growing irritation was written all over her face.Nicole fina
The Abrams mansion’s living room was a haven of warmth and light. The television hummed softly, playing an old movie, as laughter and calm chatter filled the air. Bella sat cross-legged on the carpet, engrossed in the scene, while Nicole leaned back against the couch, half-watching and half-lost in thought. The matriarch of the house, Leo’s grandmother, rested comfortably in her chair, a faint, peaceful smile on her wrinkled face.Then, without warning, the entrance door swung open.All heads turned, startled, only for their expressions to shift into joy and relief when Leo stepped in. His tall frame filled the doorway, a suitcase clutched in one hand, and his signature grin stretched across his face. The stress of his long business trip to Singapore hadn’t dulled his natural charm.“Leo!” Bella’s voice broke the silence, bright and ecstatic.Before he could say a word, Bella had launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around him tightly. Leo chuckled as he steadied himself, p
Taylor's office, once a sanctuary of power and control, now felt like a cage. The walls, adorned with accolades and framed contracts spanning two decades of success, seemed to close in on him. Late afternoon sunlight filtered in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and cast long shadows on the Persian rug.The troubling recent protest, his removal and the unbelievable appointment of his wife, Sarah, as new CEO built up to the whirling dervish that threatened to consume him now. She came into the room, her movement sure and measured, heels ticking across hardwood flooring.She wore the expression of concern and determination; even her designer suit had emerged unscathed after the tension of the day. "Taylor, we need to talk," she began in a smooth, velvety voice laced with urgency that raised the fine hairs at the back of his neck.He looked up from his desk, and in his eyes, could be seen a mix between betrayal and disbelief; the wedding ring on his finger now seemed to feel heavi
Taylor entered the boardroom the next morning, each step heavy with dread. The atmosphere was tense, with board members seated around the imposing mahogany table, their faces stern and unyielding. At the far end, Veronica sat silently, her worry evident in her pale complexion.The chairman wasted no time. "Today, we will vote on whether Taylor Fury should remain as CEO of Taylons Enterprises."The votes were cast, and it would appear that Taylor's heart was leading the race, each ballot like a nail in his professional coffin. The announcement by the chairman only reaffirmed those deep-seated fears of his."The board has voted. Effective immediately, Taylor Fury is removed as CEO of Taylons Enterprises."The room was wrapped in stunned silence. Taylor's grip on the armrests of his chair tightened, the knuckles blanching. "You can't do this," he protested, tremors running through his voice."It's done," the chairman said with finality. "You're no longer in charge."Fluctuating upward,
The protesters had taken over the courtyard, their presence an overwhelming force that made Taylor's corner office feel like a cage. A sea of fury stretched as far as he could see, their chants battering the walls of Taylons Enterprises like a relentless storm. "Pay us now! Pay us now!" they screamed, their voices a cacophony of betrayal and desperation. Signs bobbed up and down in the crowd, each one a personal indictment of his leadership. There was thick tension in the air; the more one could choke from it, the more it grew deep in Taylor's chest, as if an anchor had been cast on his lungs, making breathing impossible.His assistant burst through the door. Her usually impeccable appearance told a different story now: her jacket awry, a few strands of hair hanging loose from their normally disciplined bun. "They have breached the gates," she whispered, shaking.The usually composed woman was now pale, her eyes darting from the window to Taylor. "We need to leave. Security says
The chanting outside grew deafening, vibrating through the thick walls of Taylons Enterprises like a relentless drumbeat. Taylor stood by his office window, his expression unreadable but his clenched fists betraying the storm raging within him. Below, the crowd of protesters had swelled, their collective anger a palpable force. Workers chanted for wages, voices clear right to the executive floors. Placards waved above the sea of people, letters in bold facing him as an accusation: "Fraud!""Pay Us Now!""Taylor Fury Has Failed!"Company gates groaned with the surge of the crowd against them. Security guards were few in number and showed their anxiety, forming a shaking line to hold them back.Cues could be heard from some of the workers who had started to jingle the gate in frustration, boiling over into bouts of aggression. Taylor turned his face away from the window and faced his assistant, Samantha, who was standing ash pale, trembling at his desk. "Call the police," he ord
The tension in the air was suffocating, a heavy weight that pressed down on Taylor as he walked into the headquarters of Taylons Enterprises. The once-vibrant office building now felt eerily quiet, a reflection of the company's crumbling state. The security personnel barely nodded; the usual professionalism had been marred by the uncertainty hanging like a dark cloud over everyone. Taylor quickened his steps toward his office, his mind jumbled. It was a storm brewing that he wasn't so sure he could handle.As he entered the boardroom, he was met by the grim, tight-lipped face of William Sharpe, the company’s CFO. “Mr. Fury, we’ve hit rock bottom,” William began without preamble. His voice was low but urgent, each word laced with desperation. “There’s nothing left in the reserves. We’re out of time. Out of options.”Taylor gritted his teeth on the insistent drumming of fingers against the wood burr veneer. "Cut down unnecessary expenses," he said, far sharper than he'd meant to. H
Nicole sat on the plush velvet couch in Leo’s sprawling mansion, a steaming cup of tea balanced precariously on the small glass table in front of her. The late evening had settled into a calm rhythm, the crackling of the fireplace filling the room as Leo, Bella, and his grandmother joined her for what was supposed to be a relaxing night. The screen-size flat-screen wall TV flickered into life and flashed a news announcer excitedly articulating in voice crisp and distinctly clear, the latest news. "Breaking news tonight is the announcement made by the embattled CEO, Taylor Fury, of Taylons Enterprises, of his engagement to be married to the woman named Sarah Austins. Within the month, as stated, this wedding will finally happen and brings certain surprise twists amid the woes the family company is continuously facing."Nicole's fingers closed in a fist around the armrest of her chair. Her eyes remained glued to the screen as images of Taylor and Sarah, arm-in-arm, smiling for the pr
Sitting alone in his car, Taylor stared at his phone, scrolling through the countless headlines plastered across every major news outlet. "Taylons Empire on the Brink: Wedding Bells to Save It All?" one headline blared. Another read, "Taylor Fury: Business Tycoon or Scandal Magnet?" Each word cut, chipping away a little piece of the foundation of his carefully constructed image. His jaw tightened, and he tossed the phone to the passenger seat, the screen going black.Who could have leak such sensitive information? He wasn't just disturbed at how quickly the information went out, but also that it happened from his inner circle.Taylor drummed his fingers on the wheel as, replaying all the events of last week in his head. One of those closest to him had betrayed him, and he knew he had to find out who.The car's honing brought him back to reality. He let out a deep breath and turned the ignition, headed for the headquarters of Taylons Enterprises. As much as he wanted to retreat
The boardroom was silent as Taylor Fury entered, his expression grim and his shoulders squared against the weight of the crisis. The once-vibrant energy that had defined board meetings of Taylons Enterprises had been replaced by an oppressive tension. The faces of the remaining board members reflected frustration and desperation. Taylor sat at the head of the long, polished table, his tie adjusted with deliberate slowness, as if he waited for anything that could stay the inevitable. It was the head of finances, Mr. Caldwell, who cleared his throat first. "Mr. Fury, we have gone over the financial trajectory once more, and it is bleak. Unless we secure an enormous influx of capital within the next quarter, the company will…"He stopped, his voice dropping. "We shall have no option but to file bankruptcy."Taylor did not utter a word; his jaws were clamped.He looked up to the graphs on the huge screen behind Mr. Caldwell, the red downward spiral of the financial status of the compa
Taylor sat in the large leather chair of his office, staring blankly at the ceiling. The faint hum of the city outside his window blended with the echoes of his mother’s words to start preparing for a wedding.Over and over again, the phrase looped in his head like a cruel melody, tugging at the fraying edges of his sanity.He pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled sharply. Marrying Sarah. The very thought of it sent a cold shiver through him. How had it come to this? A child. His child. At least that's what she claimed, though every part of him wanted to reject it. Not because it wasn't possible but because acknowledging it meant facing a responsibility he hadn't asked for.But mostly, the image of Sarah's unwavering gaze was seared into his brain. She'd stood before him, shaking neither from his accusations nor breaking beneath the weight of his anger. "The baby is yours, whether you like it or not," she'd said. And deep, deep down, entombed beneath the scorching bittern