Mandy sighed, placing a comforting hand on Bella’s shoulder. "Because Ramsey is using you, Bella. He had never been loyal to anyone. Not to you, not to me, not to Serena, and certainly not to Davis." Bella’s lips trembled as the words hit her, each one like a fresh wound. “But I’ve given him everything. My love, my trust, my life… How could he do this to me?” “Because he only cares about himself,” Mandy said coldly. “He used Elsa, he used me, he used Serena. And now he’s using you the same way he’s using Davis.” Tears blurred Bella’s vision, the weight of Mandy’s words pressing down on her. Her mind raced as memories began flooding back, little moments that now seemed suspicious in the harsh light of the truth. “I remember…” Bella’s voice wavered as she began recalling a particular incident. “ Davis sneaked into our house when Ramsey was in the shower. I didn’t think much of it, but it was strange…” Mandy’s eyes narrowed. “What happened?” Bella wiped her tears, her voice g
Mandy Norton woke up to the faint sound of birds chirping outside her window. The morning sun was just beginning to filter through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. For a moment, she forgot everything—her life felt almost peaceful. But then she turned to her bedside table and saw the white envelope resting there like a ghost from the past.With trembling hands, she reached for it. As she tore open the envelope, her heart pounded in her chest. Her breath caught when she saw the words she had feared for so long: **Divorce Papers**.Mandy’s world shattered. It wasn’t just the paper—it was everything it represented. The end of her marriage, the end of her dreams, the end of the life she had planned with Ramsey.Tears welled up in her eyes, and she began to sob, her body shaking with grief. "How could he do this to me?" she whispered into the empty room. And then her sorrow turned to anger. "Serena Fenton," she spat, venom in her voice. "That snake. She slither
Mandy whipped around, her heart thudding in her chest. The voice had been soft, almost like a forgotten melody she once knew by heart. Standing there, with a mop in one hand and a lopsided grin on his face, was Dwight. Yes, Dwight—the cleaner. And not just any cleaner, but the one who had stolen her heart before Ramsey swooped in like a villain in a cheap soap opera and forced her into marriage. For a moment, Mandy forgot the world. Her eyes met Dwight's, and a spark of the old feelings ignited between them. She could have sworn she heard violins playing in the background—until the unmistakable sound of snickering broke the spell. "Oh, look who's got her back!" Elsa drawled, her voice dripping with venom. "The cleaner and the unwanted wife. What a pair!" She chuckled. Rachel, ever the sidekick, chimed in, "Maybe she can get a job as his assistant, so they can clean up the mess that is in her life!" The laughter that followed was harsh and biting. Mandy wanted to crawl into a hol
Mandy's hands trembled as she tore open the envelope. Her heart pounded in her chest, a sickening mixture of dread and curiosity swirling in her stomach. The paper felt heavy between her fingers as she unfolded it, revealing a neatly folded newspaper inside. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to open it and see what horrible surprise awaited her this time. The headline screamed at her: **"The Divorced and Rejected Wife of the Famous Billionaire Ramsey Wendel is Getting Married to the Norton's Cleaner, Dwight Cullen."** Mandy's breath caught in her throat. The words blurred as tears welled up in her eyes. This was Ramsey's doing—she was sure of it. But how had he found out? How had he turned her humiliation into this public spectacle? Sobs racked her body as she read the article's cruel words: **"Rumors swirl that Mandy Norton was caught cheating on her husband with her pauper lover, Dwight Cullen. Sources claim she is even pregnant with his child."** Mandy screamed, her voice
Dwight Cullen stared into space, his eyes wide with disbelief. The words that had come through the speaker continued to echo in his mind, he couldn't help but chant “Wow, wow, wow.” He muttered the words under his breath, as if saying them out loud would help him grasp their reality. His wife, Mandy, could see the shock written all over his face, and her anxiety grew with each second. “Dwight, what happened? Who was that?” she asked, her voice trembling with worry. She reached out to touch his arm, trying to ground him, but he remained motionless, staring into space. He finally turned to her, his expression unreadable. “Don’t worry about it, Mandy,” he said softly. “Just go to bed. Everything will be fine.” Mandy didn’t believe him for a second. Her heart pounded as if an invisible drummer had taken residence in her chest, pounding out a rhythm of unease. She watched as Dwight got into their ragged bed, pulling the covers over himself with a peace that only increased her anxiet
Dwight Cullen stepped out of his car with a sense of purpose he had never felt before. The weight of his newfound identity as Dwight Mendez, the heir to one of the greatest fortunes in California, sat heavily on his shoulders. He wasn’t the same man who had spent years as the Nortons’ humble cleaner. No, now he was someone entirely different—someone with power, influence, and the means to help Mandy exact the revenge she had long dreamed of. From the cottage window, Mandy watched as her husband marched toward the grand entrance of the Norton mansion. She could sense that something was going to go wrong, something risky. Without thinking, she hurried after him, her heart racing with fear. But Dwight was already too far ahead, his strides full of determination. There was no stopping him now. As Dwight entered the Norton mansion, he found the family gathered in the luxurious drawing room, engaged in a tense discussion. The atmosphere was heavy with anxiety. Grandpa Benson sat at the
He glanced down and saw the message was from Bella. His heart raced as he read her words: "Dwight has something to do with the late Mendez man. Make sure you don't partner with the Mendez..." His eyes widened, and panic set in."Serena!" he barked into the intercom, summoning her back in.Within moments, Serena stormed into the room, her pencil skirt clinging like a second skin. "What's wrong?" she asked."We need to cut all ties with the Mendez company, right now!" Ramsey declared, his voice trembling with urgency.Serena’s face fell slightly, but her eyes glinted with something else — annoyance? No, it was more like mischief. "Too late," she said calmly. "We're already... theirs, remember?"Ramsey blinked, his mind whirling. "What do you mean too late, Serena! at least something can be done!?"Serena shrugged nonchalantly. "The Mendez company owns us, Ramsey. We belong to them now. nothing can be done."Ramsey's heart sank. Panic morphed into something darker, something more despe
Serena arrived home. She stood at her window, staring at the city lights—Her mind raced, plotting her next move against Ramsey and Bella. She knew she had to act fast, but what could she do that would hurt them the most? Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her door. It was Peter Allison, her nosy but strangely charming neighbor."Hey, Serena," Peter greeted, leaning against her doorframe with a casual grin. "You look deep in thought. Everything alright?"Serena sighed, crossing her arms. "Not really, Peter. I’m trying to figure out how to make two people’s lives miserable."Peter raised an eyebrow, amused. "Ramsey and Bella, I presume?"Serena nodded surprised how he knew. "I just need something... powerful. Something that will really shake them."Peter’s smile widened. "I might have just the idea you need," he whispered conspiratorially, leaning closer. "But why should I tell you? What's in it for me?"Serena laughed softly. "Oh, come on, Peter. Just tell me."He leaned even