Jacob would never let the night end without taking revenge against Kinsey's rejection of him. He was not the type who takes rejection so quickly; as a Simons, he presumed everyone should bow down to him. With that, he was fast enough to form a plan to retaliate against Kinsey. And two waitresses had agreed to be his accomplice.As Kinsey fixed her makeup in the comfort room, she was approached by one of the waitresses, who engaged her in conversation to distract her. Meanwhile, the other waitress stealthily slipped Jacob's watch into Kinsey's purse.Kinsey was unaware of the deceit around her until Jacob suddenly swooped in and snatched her purse away as he exited the comfort room. Shocked and confused, she was momentarily speechless."What are you doing?" Kinsey exclaimed, her voice tinged with alarm as Jacob accused her of stealing his watch.Jacob's face twisted into a smug grin with a watch on his hand, holding it up for everyone to see. "So, the thief is caught red-handed but sti
Kinsey stood in the doorway, her heart heavy with a mixture of emotions as she gazed upon Brandon, sprawled out on the sofa. Despite the tension that lingered between them, a pang of concern tugged at her conscience."Brandon," she called out softly, her voice tinged with frustration and worry. "What are you doing here?"Brandon stirred slightly at her voice, his eyelids fluttering open as he attempted to focus on her figure in the dimly lit room. "Kinsey?" he mumbled groggily, his words slurred from the effects of alcohol. "Is that you?" He asked sternly. His voice changed instantly, and his demeanor turned sour."Yes, I'm home," Kinsey replied, her tone laced with a hint of reproach. "But why are you drunk, Brandon? You should have gone to bed. You shouldn't be drinking like this. It's not good for you." Her voice was gentler now as she approached him cautiously.Brandon attempted to sit up, his movements clumsy and uncoordinated as he struggled to gather his thoughts. "Where have y
As Kinsey delved deeper into the news reports, she uncovered a web of deceit and betrayal that had ensnared Brandon in the aftermath of his parents' tragic demise. The more she read, the more precise the picture became, and her heart ached for him.It was revealed that Brandon's uncle, whom he had trusted to look after his interests in the family business, had instead seized the opportunity to exploit his vulnerability. Under the disguise of offering support and guidance, the uncle systematically manipulated Brandon and orchestrated his removal from the company.The realization hit Kinsey like a physical blow, filling her with a potent mixture of pain and anger. She couldn't fathom how someone could be so cruel and selfish, especially to a grieving young man who had already suffered so much loss.Tears welled up in Kinsey's eyes as she thought about the injustice Brandon had endured at the hands of his own flesh and blood. The betrayal certainly cut deep, leaving a wound even though i
Brandon sat in his office, his mind still grappling with the business card Kinsey had given him. He couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered within him, wondering how she had come across a card from the best hack organization.As he pondered this, his assistant, Max, entered the room, breaking his train of thought. Max's presence drew Brandon's attention, and he turned to face his assistant with a questioning look."Max, what's the latest update?" Brandon inquired, his voice laced with a hint of curiosity.Max approached Brandon's desk, holding a file in his hand. "Sir, I wanted to inform you that the top hacker who disappeared long ago has logged in again," Max reported in his tone grave.Brandon's eyebrows furrowed in response to the news. The reappearance of the elusive hacker was significant, and he couldn't help but wonder about the individual's motives."Have they accepted their mission?" Brandon asked, his voice tinged with anticipation.Max nodded in confirmation. "Y
As Dr. Peterson finished speaking, a heaviness settled over Kinsey. She couldn't shake the confusion swirling in her mind at the unexpected turn of events. Sensing her inner turmoil, the doctor touched her shoulder reassuringly."I understand this may be a lot to process, Kinsey," Dr. Peterson said gently, his tone filled with empathy. "But I assure you, the most important thing is that we have a viable donor for Connor."Kinsey nodded, trying to push aside her conflicting emotions. "Thank you, Dr. Peterson," she murmured, offering him a weak smile. "I appreciate everything you've done for Connor.""It's confusing how Gordon became a match when we had been tested together before and were both unmatched to donate bone marrow to Connor," Kinsey said, her voice confused.Dr. Peterson hesitated for a moment before answering. "I think Gordon should answer that for you, Mrs. Simons," he replied shortly.Just then, approaching footsteps drew Kinsey's attention, and she turned to see Gordon e
Brandon's eyes widened in shock, his initial confusion giving way to disbelief. "A divorce?" he repeated, his voice tinged with disbelief. "But... Why, Kinsey? What's changed?"Tears welled in Kinsey's eyes as she struggled to articulate her reasons, her decision bearing down like a crushing weight. She couldn't bring herself to utter the words, the guilt and fear gripping her heart like a vice. She knew revealing her intentions would shatter Brandon's world, yet she couldn't ignore the desperate need to save Connor's life."What's the point of getting a divorce if you can't even say what went wrong? Kinsey, I need to know your reasons," Brandon pressed."I... I need some time to think," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "Can we talk about this later?""Is it Gordon?" Brandon asked, ignoring Kinsey's words. "Are you not over your ex-boyfriend?"Kinsey's heart sank as Brandon's anger flared, his accusations piercing her like a blade. She struggled to find the words to defend hers
As Brandon rushed to the hospital, his mind whirled with a tumult of emotions. Fear gnawed at his insides as he contemplated the possibility of Kinsey being injured or worse. The drive to the hospital felt agonizingly long, every passing second punctuated by a sense of impending dread.As he was close to the hospital, a sense of foreboding gnawed at him. Did somebody hurt Kinsey? The call from hospital staff was cut, and he failed to inform Brandon what exactly happened to Kinsey. His thoughts drove him forward with a single-minded determination to ensure Kinsey's safety, no matter the cost.When Brandon finally arrived at the hospital, he lost no time locating Kinsey's room. As he pushed open the door, his heart skipped a beat at the sight of her lying on the hospital bed, pale and fragile beneath the sterile hospital lights.As Brandon sat by Kinsey's bedside, his heart heavy with concern, Dr. Edwards approached him, his expression grave. Although Brandon was rumored to be half-exil
Gordon sat at his desk, his fingers tapping impatiently on the polished wood surface as he waited for Marco's call. He needed to confirm that everything was in place for the bone marrow donation to Connor, the final piece of his twisted plan falling into place.When the phone finally rang, Gordon's heart leaped with anticipation as he answered the call. "Marco, my man, is everything set?" he asked eagerly, his voice tinged with excitement."Yeah, Mr. Gordon, everything's good to go. I'm only waiting for the day of the bone marrow donation," came Marco's confident reply. "When I'm done with my part, don't forget to send the payment you promised to my account."Gordon grinned triumphantly, the satisfaction of knowing that his scheme was coming to fruition washing over him. "Excellent," he said, his tone smug. "You'll get your payment as agreed, don't worry."As he hung up the phone, Gordon's mind raced with thoughts of Kinsey and the confrontation with Brandon. He couldn't help but imag
Brandon and Kinsey slowly cut into the cake, and as the slice was pulled away, a collective gasp filled the room. The inside of the cake was a brilliant blue."It's a boy!" shouted Taylor, throwing her hands up in celebration.Those who had bet on a boy cheered, while those who had hoped for a girl joined in the joyous laughter. Cooper lifted Connor into the air, both of them laughing with excitement. "I have a playmate," Connor shouted.Brandon laughed and then turned to Kinsey, his eyes misty with emotion. "We’re having a son."Kinsey's smile was radiant. "Yes, we are. I can’t wait to meet him."Amelia clapped her hands, beaming with joy. "Congratulations! A little boy is going to bring so much happiness into your lives."Chelsea hugged Kinsey tightly. "I'm so happy for you both. This baby is going to be so loved."Grandpa Benjamin's eyes twinkled as he motioned for everyone to gather around. "I have a special gift for Brandon and Kinsey," he began, his voice warm with affection. "I
"If you ever look at her like that again, I will make your lives here like hell. Don't test me," Brandon said as he stepped forward, his voice low and menacing.Thomas and Johnny exchanged a wary glance, the threat in Brandon's tone cutting through their bravado. They knew all too well the reach of Brandon’s power, even within prison walls."Alright, alright," Johnny said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "No need to get all worked up. What do you want, Brandon?"Brandon took a deep breath, trying to control the anger boiling inside him. "I want to know why. Why did you kill my parents?"Thomas's face twisted with bitterness. "Elliot was always the golden child, wasn’t he? Dad’s favorite, the one trusted with everything. And what were we? The leftovers. We had to scrape by while he got it all handed to him."Johnny nodded, his expression mirroring Thomas’s resentment. "We hated him. We hated how he looked down on us, how he had everything we wanted. But we never meant to kill your
In the morning, Brandon gently caressed Kinsey’s scars, his fingers tracing the faint lines left by Blair’s brutal whipping. His jaw tightened as he thought about the pain his wife must have endured. His heart ached, a mix of anger and sorrow. He would make sure Blair paid for what she had done."Good morning, beautiful," Brandon whispered as he noticed Kinsey slowly flickering her eyelids open.Kinsey smiled, her cheeks flushing pink at the memory of the passionate night they had shared. They had both been insatiable, rediscovering each other most intimately. "Good morning," she replied softly, her voice filled with contentment.Brandon’s eyes softened as he looked at her. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his tone gentle."Better," Kinsey said, her smile widening. "Especially after last night."Brandon chuckled, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "I’m glad to hear that. What do you want for breakfast? I can have anything you like brought up."Kinsey’s face turned serious as she propp
For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Brandon's eyes widened in surprise, then filled with a joy so intense it took his breath away. "A baby?" he repeated, his voice choking with emotion.Kinsey nodded, tears of happiness welling up in her eyes. "Yes, Brandon. We're going to have a baby."A broad smile spread across Brandon's face, and he let out a joyful laugh, lifting Kinsey off her feet and spinning her around gently. "We're having a baby!" he exclaimed, his voice ringing with excitement. He set her down carefully, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her deeply.Kinsey melted into the kiss, feeling the warmth of his love and the reassurance of his touch. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "I was so nervous to tell you. I thought you wouldn't like to have a baby yet," she admitted, her voice soft against his lips.Brandon pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. "Nervous? Kinsey, this is the best news I've ever heard. You've made me the happies
The soft murmur of conversations and the clinking of champagne glasses filled the elegant ballroom where Taylor and Daniel’s wedding was in full swing. Brandon couldn’t take his eyes off his wife, Kinsey. She looked stunning in the custom gown he had arranged, a delicate creation that seemed to shimmer under the soft lights. Brandon himself was dressed in a tailored suit that complemented her dress perfectly, a symbol of their unity and love.As they stood together, Kinsey glanced up at him, feeling his gaze. "You look absolutely beautiful," Brandon murmured, his voice filled with admiration and love. "I can't believe how lucky I am to have you by my side."Kinsey blushed, a warm flush spreading across her cheeks. "Thank you, Brandon. You look incredibly handsome too. This suit... it’s perfect."Brandon smiled, his eyes twinkling with affection. "I wanted us to look our best tonight. It’s a special day for Taylor and Daniel, and I wanted to make sure we could celebrate it fully, as a
As Brandon and Kinsey stepped through the door of the Simons' Mansion, the last person they expected to see was Cooper. The man stood in the foyer, his posture tense but his eyes determined."Cooper?" Kinsey's voice trembled with shock. "What are you doing here?"Brandon’s initial reaction was fury. "What the hell are you doing in my house without any prior notice?" His voice was hard, filled with protective anger.Cooper raised his hands in a gesture of peace. "Please, Brandon, Kinsey. I know this is unexpected, but I need to talk to both of you. It's important."Brandon crossed his arms, his jaw tight. "You've got five minutes. Make it quick."Cooper took a deep breath, his eyes meeting Kinsey’s. "I'm here to tell you the truth about Connor. He’s my son, Kinsey. Alexa and I... we were together."The words hung in the air like a bombshell. Kinsey’s knees buckled, and she stumbled back, leaning against the wall for support but Brandon was quick to help her. "What? Connor... your son?"
Olive paced back and forth in the living room, her eyes blazing with fury as she glared at her husband, Jonathan, who sat calmly on the couch. The tension in the room was palpable, a storm of emotions ready to burst.“How could you, Jonathan?” Olive’s voice was sharp, almost a hiss. “How could you not let me talk to Brandon when you met him? Do you even care about Blair? She’s our daughter, and she’s been rotting in jail with no bail for days now!”Jonathan sighed heavily, running a hand through his thinning hair. He looked exhausted, a man burdened with too many troubles. “Olive, it’s not that simple. Blair has committed serious crimes. Kidnapping, detaining, whipping, and attempting to murder Kinsey… She’s lucky she’s even alive.”Olive’s eyes filled with tears of frustration and anger. “I know she’s done wrong, but she’s our child! I can’t just sit here and do nothing. We need to beg Brandon to drop the charges. It’s the only way to get her out.”Jonathan shook his head, his expres
Kinsey lay awake, Brandon's words echoing in her mind. "Jealous" Was she jealous? She couldn't deny the pangs of hurt and anger that had surfaced when she saw Chelsea with Brandon, and the thought pissed her off.Another thing that's bothering her is Taylor's wedding. She had promised Taylor and Daniel that she would bring Brandon to their wedding, but her pride kept her from asking him. Her mind churned with conflicting emotions, preventing her from finding peace.Morning came too soon, and with it, a heavy sense of unresolved tension. Kinsey dragged herself out of bed, her eyes heavy from lack of sleep. Determined to resolve things, she decided to talk to Brandon about the wedding. She steeled herself and walked to their room, only to find it empty.Her heart sank a little. "Where could he be this early in the morning?" she muttered.As she headed to the dining room for breakfast with Connor, she felt a mixture of disappointment and anxiety. Sitting across from Connor, who was cheer
Kinsey stood among her colleagues, her emotions a turbulent mix of anger, hurt, and embarrassment. As Brandon introduced himself with his usual charm and confidence, her mind replayed the memory of Chelsea in the elevator, each repetition stoking her resentment.Brandon tried to catch her eye, his smile warm and inviting, but she turned away, her face a mask of indifference. Internally, she was seething.The memory of Chelsea's face haunted her. "I’m visiting a friend on the top floor," Chelsea had said, the implication clear. Kinsey had been so naive, so stupid to trust Brandon, to confess her feelings to him. She felt a deep sense of betrayal and embarrassment.Kinsey felt insecure in every way possible. Chelsea is more fitting for Brandon. They match in status, in every way that counts. Unlike her, poor and stupid, abandoned by her own family.As Brandon spoke to the employees, detailing his vision for the company and his plans for the future, Ki