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
As Brandon sat by Kinsey's bedside as they got home from the hospital, his presence offered her a sense of comfort and security she hadn't felt in a long time. The worry lines on his face softened as he looked at her, his eyes filled with genuine concern."How are you feeling?" he asked softly, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face.Kinsey managed a weak smile, feeling a rush of warmth at his touch. "Better now that you're here," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart melts at Brandon's sweetness since he got to the hospital after she was admitted.Brandon's gaze softened even further, his heart swelling with affection for the woman lying before him. "I'm just glad you're okay," he replied, his voice tinged with relief.Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of Brandon's phone ringing on the bedside table. He picked it up and glanced at the screen. It was his assistant, Max. "I need to take this," he said, swiping the screen to answer the
Kinsey moaned, feeling Brandon's fingers in her folds, but she gently pushed Brandon away, a playful smile dancing on her lips."Brandon, you really should answer that," she said, her voice filled with amusement as Brandon massaged her clit.Brandon chuckled as he licked his fingers with Kinsey's juice in it. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he brushed a strand of hair away from Kinsey's face. Kinsey's face was red in embarrassment."But baby," he protested, his voice low and husky, "I can't resist kissing you when you look so beautiful."Brandon knew the one calling would be his uncle again, and he was not interested in answering him.Kinsey rolled her eyes playfully but she couldn't help the warmth that spread through her at Brandon's words. She leaned in closer to him, her heart fluttering with excitement."Brandon, you're making it hard for me to resist," she said, trying to sound stern but failing miserably as she gave in to the temptation of his lips on hers once more.Their k
As they rode together in the car toward Simons' family dinner, Kinsey couldn't shake the lingering warmth that spread through her body, recalling the intimate moments she and Brandon had shared earlier.Kinsey wasn't expecting Brandon to ask about such a condition. He was so naughty and hot during their lovemaking, but she wasn't complaining as she loved every bit of it. Her cheeks flushed at the memory, and she stole a glance at Brandon, who sat beside her.Feeling Kinsey's gaze upon him, Brandon turned to her with a mischievous grin. "What's got you blushing, Kinsey?" he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement."Nothing," she lied."Are you nervous about the family gathering?" He asked.Kinsey nodded yes as she really was nervous. Oblivious about Brandon's family background. Would they treat her as family when in fact, Brandon is a half-exile from the Simons clan?Brandon chuckled softly, reaching over to gently squeeze her hand. "You know, Kinsey, I meant what I said earlier," he
"So, when do you both plan to have a child?" Grandpa Benjamin asked, his voice filled with excitement.Grandpa Benjamin's sudden interest in their plans caught Kinsey off guard, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she tried to formulate a response."Ah, my dear, forgive an old man's curiosity," Grandpa Benjamin said, his tone gentle and apologetic. "It's just that... Well, there's something about the prospect of new life that always warms my heart. I suppose I couldn't help but wonder..."Kinsey fumbled for words, feeling the weight of Grandpa Benjamin's gaze upon her. "I... um, we... Well, we haven't quite... uh, decided yet," she stammered, her cheeks growing even warmer under the scrutiny.Brandon, sensing Kinsey's discomfort, came to her rescue, his voice calm and reassuring as he spoke up. "We've talked about it, Grandpa, but we want to let things happen naturally. We believe that when the time is right, it'll happen."Grandpa Benjamin nodded understandingly, a twinkle of a
Earlier, Brandon spoke with Connor's attending physician as he left Connor's room. "Dr. Peterson, how is Connor doing?" Brandon inquired eagerly as he caught up with the attending physician in the hospital corridor.Dr. Peterson offered a reassuring smile. "He's doing remarkably well, Mr. Simons," he replied. "His latest tests show that his condition is stable, and he's responding positively to the transplant. We're cautiously optimistic about his progress."Relief flooded over Brandon as he absorbed the doctor's words. "Thank you, doctor," he said sincerely. "That's wonderful news to hear."Brandon was so glad Connor was constantly doing great, which would affect Kinsey. He knew only Connor could brighten Kinsey's mood whenever she was down.Meanwhile, on their way home, Kinsey couldn't help but recall how Connor confessed about his dreams. She felt sorry that his poor nephew had to go through the trauma from their family at a young age."Hey, Connor, it's okay," Kinsey whispered soo
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