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 anxiety. Dwight fell asleep almost instantly, his breathing steady and calm. Meanwhile, Mandy lay awake, her mind racing with a thousand possibilities. The next morning, Dwight woke up refreshed, a sense of purpose filling his heart. Today was the day he would meet the mysterious caller. He got dressed, choosing his best— the same suit he had worn on their wedding day, now threadbare and slightly tattered. Mandy watched him get ready, her curiosity getting the better of her. “Where are you going?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. “Don’t worry about it,” Dwight replied with a small smile. “Just pray for me.” Before Mandy could protest, Dwight had already left the cottage, leaving her with more questions than answers. She stood at the doorway, watching him leave the mansion gate, wondering what kind of strange turn their lives had taken. Dwight arrived at the meeting point, his heart racing with anticipation. A sleek, shiny Tesla pulled up to the curb, and Dwight’s mouth fell open in awe. He had never seen a car like this up close before, let alone ridden in one. The driver, a young man in a crisp suit, stepped out and greeted Dwight with a warm smile. “Mr. Dwight, I’m Cane. I’ve been sent to pick you up,” the driver said with a slight bow, treating Dwight as if he were royalty. Dwight blinked in surprise. “Me?” he asked, still trying to wrap his head around everything. Cane nodded, opening the door for him. “Please, get in. We have a bit of a drive ahead of us.” As Dwight settled into the plush leather seat, he felt a wave of nervousness wash over him. This was far from the life he knew, a life of struggle and second-hand belongings. As they sped through the streets of Los Angeles, Cane offered to take Dwight to a boutique to buy him new clothes. But Dwight, ever humble, declined the offer, insisting that his current outfit was just fine. Cane didn’t push the matter, respecting Dwight’s wishes. They left the bustling city behind, driving into the peaceful countryside. They arrived in the city of Pasadena, a place known for its beauty and affluence. Dwight had never been there before, and as the car approached a massive mansion, his jaw dropped. The estate was beyond anything he could have imagined, even in his wildest dreams. It was a sprawling property, easily ten times the size of the Wendel and Norton estates combined. “Welcome, Mr. Dwight,” Cane said as they pulled up to the front entrance. “Please, follow me.” Dwight stepped out of the car, feeling like a fish out of water as he followed Cane through the grand front doors. Inside, the mansion was even more impressive, filled with expensive furniture, priceless art, and luxurious décor. Dwight couldn’t help but feel out of place, his tattered suit a stark contrast to the opulence surrounding him. They walked through the mansion until they reached a large room with tall windows that let in streams of sunlight. In the center of the room was a grand bed, and lying on it was a sick man in his 60s, frail and pale. He looked like he was nearing the end of his life, but there was still a glint of strength in his eyes. As Dwight stepped closer, the man’s face lit up with recognition. “Dwight,” the man croaked, his voice weak but filled with emotion. “My son.” Dwight froze, his mind spinning. “Son?” he echoed in disbelief. How could this be? Cane introduced the man as Lorenzo Mendez, beckoning Dwight closer. “Come here, son. I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you.” Dwight approached the bed, his steps hesitant. As he got closer, he realized that there was something familiar about the man’s features. They shared the same sharp jawline, the same piercing eyes. It was as if he were looking at an older version of himself. Lorenzo reached out a trembling hand and placed it on Dwight’s shoulder. “I owe you so much, Dwight. I’ve wronged you in ways that can never be undone.” With tears in his eyes, Lorenzo recounted the story of how Dwight’s mother had been his CEO. He admitted that he had taken advantage of her, and when she told him she was pregnant, he had cast her aside to protect his reputation. Fearing that the truth would come out, he had ordered for her to be killed. But she had been saved by a kind man, Mr. Cullen, who took her in and gave her and Dwight a home, despite their poverty. Lorenzo’s voice cracked as he spoke of the guilt he had carried all these years. “I tried to find you, but it was too late. I heard Your foster parents perished in a fire outburst, I thought you died with them, but I was so happy when I saw you on the headlines with that rejected woman. look son, I can never make up for the pain I caused you, but I want to try.” Dwight stood there, unable to process all that he was hearing. His life, which had been defined by hardship and struggle, suddenly seemed to have a different meaning. This man—this stranger who had caused him so much pain—was his father. “I just lost my wife and three sons in a plane crash,” Lorenzo continued, tears streaming down his face. “I’m dying, Dwight. And no one o take on after me. So, I want to give you everything that should have been yours all along.” Dwight could hardly believe what he was hearing. Cane handed him a stack of papers, a legal document that transferred everything to Dwight: the mansion, the companies, the wealth—everything. “I know it’s a lot to take in,” Lorenzo said weakly, “but you are my heir, Dwight. The Mendez legacy is yours now.” Dwight was speechless. It felt like a dream, one he feared he might wake up from at any moment. But as the reality of the situation began to sink in, he felt a surge of determination. He wasn’t just Dwight Cullen anymore. He was Dwight Mendez, heir to a fortune beyond his wildest dreams. Before he left the mansion, Dwight instructed the staff to keep his true identity a secret for now. He needed time to figure things out. Cane handed him a brand new iPhone, a far cry from the shattered phone he had left behind, and with that, he returned home. On his drive home, his mind was racing with plans. Plans to reclaim his life, to right the wrongs done to him and his wife. The Norton's and the Wendel's had humiliated him and Mandy for too long. They would pay for every insult, every slight. And he knew just where to start.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
Full of furry, Mandy paced back and forth in the living room, her heels clicking against the wooden floor, echoing the storm raging inside her. Dwight sat on the couch, still calm as ever, holding his jaw with his palm and barely glancing at her. Mandy couldn’t stand it anymore. She turned to him, her voice laced with frustration. “So, are you still selling the Wendel’s company or not?” she demanded, her eyes blazing. Dwight put down his hand slowly, deciding if he should tell her the truth or not, the silence between them thick and tense. “Ramsey was smart enough to opt out of the Mendez,” Dwight said, his voice cool but his words sharp. “He’s not under me anymore.” Mandy felt as though the floor had been yanked out from under her. Her heart sank, crushed by the weight of Dwight’s revelation. Ramsey had escaped the Mendez’s clutches?? She will be stuck in a humiliating mess. The world had seen her brag about owning Wendel’s company in her viral video. Now, she will be ca
With a confident smile, Mandy began her speech. “Ladies and gentlemen, I know that many of you have worked here for years, maybe even decades for my church rat ex-husband, Ramsey Wendel." Mandy smirked. "And I'm so sure you all are matured minds knowing what's best for you. So, with that being said, I’m here to tell you that there’s a better way. A way where you’re not just employees, but partners." everyone paused anticipating her next words. "I am offering you all a direct partnership with the Mendez Corporation. You’ll have a stake in the company, a real say in how things are run, and most importantly, you’ll get the respect and compensation you deserve.” The workers gasped. Partnership? At this point, Conrad couldn't take it anymore, “Now hold on just a minute, Mandy. You can't just come in here and make such wild promises. These people know where their loyalties lie.” Mandy turned to Conrad with a steely gaze. “Conrad, I’ve had just about enough of your interruption
Ramsey was still clutching his phone, the shock of the bank manager’s words ringing in his ears. “Mr. Wendel, as I said, we cannot approve your loan without the legal consent of Mrs. Mandy Mendez. That's the only way for this to be possible.”"What the fuck!" Ramsey yelled, The line went dead. Ramsey was standing there in stunned silence. Bella watched as his face twisted with frustration and helplessness. “What now, Ramsey?” Bella asked, already confused. But Ramsey didn’t respond. He was lost in his own thoughts, trapped in the reality that everything was slipping out of his control. "Ramsey!" she beckoned."Bella, you psychopath sister has tempered with my financial leverage." He barked. "My bank manager said I cannot have access to any loan offer without Mandy's permission." His voice was full of resentment as he spelled out her name."Holy shit! what has Mandy done this time? How did she even do this?!" Bella was confused.Ramsey and Bella sat down devastated starring at
Mandy walked into the lavish living room of the Norton's mansion, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Dwight was seated on the sofa, papers scattered around him. He looked up as she entered, his face a mix of frustration and concern. “Mandy,” Dwight began, his tone serious, “we need to talk. I just got off the phone with our financial advisor. Why did you buy Wells Fargo using the Mendez name?” Mandy rolled her eyes, tossing her handbag onto the couch. “I did it because I could, Dwight. It’s just another piece of leverage we need to stay on top.” Dwight’s brows furrowed, and he stood, walking over to her. “You can’t just take power into your hands like this, Mandy. You need to consult me first. We’re supposed to be a team.” But Mandy scoffed, brushing him off. “Consult you? I don’t have time to sit around and wait for your approval, Dwight. This is business, and I’m doing what needs to be done.” Dwight’s patience was wearing thin. “This isn’t just about busi
Bella, sitting in her apartment, dialed Dwight’s number with a frown, tapping her foot impatiently as she waited for him to pick up. “Bella, she’s gone completely off the rails,” Dwight said, his frustration evident. “Mandy left the house in a hurry after a phone call. I’m convinced whatever she’s after has to do with her revenge plan. I am sorry I can't seem to stop her from doing what she wants to.” Before Bella could respond, she heard a loud knock on her door. Her heart skipped—She wasn't expecting anybody! She opened it to find Mandy standing there, her eyes wide and intense. She looked as if she had just stepped out of a dream, or perhaps a nightmare. “Mandy?” Bella asked, trying to sound calm despite her anxiety. Mandy pushed past Bella and walked into the living room with a determined stride. “Baby Bee. Remember when we used to play in the backyard? Mom and Dad used to cheer us on from the porch. Those were the days, huh?” Bella freezed. Hearing the words 'baby be