"Read it and sign it... you and Anabelle," Michael sternly said, pushing the file towards Ryan. Ryan reluctantly took it and began to flip through the pages. "Transfer of ownership? What?" Ryan exclaimed, his eyes widening with excitement. "Mom, is this for real?" Ryan turned to Evelyn with a hopeful expression. Evelyn smiled warmly, her eyes glistening with pride. "Yes dear, we are giving you and Anabelle full ownership of the hotel you've always wanted. It took me weeks to convince your dad, but here we are." "Oh my god. This is beyond perfect. Our wedding, our new baby, and now a new property. It's like a dream come true," Anabelle exclaimed, her voice saturated with happiness. "Thank you mom," Ryan expressed with gratitude, intentionally leaving out his dad. He was a bit irritated by Anabelle's overwhelming eagerness but he brushed it aside. "I'll review and sign it later," he said. Then, Anabelle's face twisted. "She said it took him weeks to agree to this, and you wa
"Have I ever told you about my dad?" Ryan asked Adrienne, gently patting her back as she lay against his chest. "No, you've never mentioned him before, and I've never asked," Adrienne replied, her tone filled with curiosity. "I'm sorry," Ryan chuckled, but the laughter quickly turned into pain as the memories of his recent beatings resurfaced, causing his face to ache. "Ow," he winced. "Sorry, dear. Would you like an ice pack? Maybe some ointment?" Adrienne offered, her worry evident in her voice. "Nah, I don't want you to move," Ryan replied, quickly dismissing her concerns. He cherished the way their bodies were entwined and the comforting rhythm of her heartbeat against his chest. He didn't want anything to disturb this moment. Contentedly, he sighed and planted a gentle kiss on her head. "Before all this luxury, my family and I were living as church rats. We were poor. The only time I truly felt alive was during my university years. Thankfully, I was fortunate enough to rec
"Good morning," Adrienne greeted as she found Ryan in his kitchen. "Hey," Ryan smiled, his eyes lighting up as he caught sight of her. "Someone's looking extra beautiful this morning." Adrienne blushed at the compliment. "Thanks. I could say the same about you. You look great in that apron." "Thank you," Ryan said, a hint of pride in his voice. "Nice summer dress you have there," he added. Grinning, Adrienne twirled around happily. "Of course it's nice. How did you even know my size?" Ryan chuckled, opening his arms up for a hug and Adrienne approached him for the embrace. "Hmm. Feels good," Ryan said as he inhaled her scent. "As for your size, I just guessed it. Honestly," Ryan confessed, still holding her tightly. Breaking away from the hug, Adrienne looked into his eyes. "Did you sleep well?" He asked her. "Of course. How about you? How's your body now? Has the pain reduced? And what are you making?" She asked him and Ryan nodded, a look of relief crossing his face.
"What? Why? Lisa just resumed work yesterday, and the next thing you are leaving the country already. What happened to 'I'll always be there for you'? Are you planning to be there for me while you're in another country?" Adrienne's voice was accusatory, her emotions getting the better of her. "Here she goes again. Dramatic. You're supposed to ask why I am leaving the country first. It's not like it's something I planned in advance," Daniel defended, a tinge of frustration edging into his voice. "Well, why are you leaving the country?" Adrienne crossed her arms defensively, her expression guarded. "It's Juliette. She went to Dubai last week. We were in contact with each other for two days after she arrived, but for five days now, I haven't been able to reach her," Daniel explained, genuine concern etched across his face. "Oh my god. I hope she's okay," Adrienne uttered, her accusation melting away in the face of genuine worry. "Now that's the Adrienne I like. The caring one, not th
"Uh... Adrienne, what are... what are you doing here?" he stammered, feeling a mix of surprise and panic. Adrienne hesitated when she noticed Anabelle standing beside Ryan. A sharp pain pierced her chest, though she couldn't understand why she felt that way. "I forgot my phone. I came to get it, it should be in the kitchen." "Nah, it's here with me. I was actually planning to swing by your office and drop it off," Ryan replied. Adrienne's smile faltered, an awkward expression taking its place. She tried to mask her disappointment. "Hi," Adrienne greeted Anabelle, her curiosity piqued, and she couldn't help but wonder who she was. Anabelle wanted to talk, but Ryan swiftly interrupted, his voice becoming stern. "Keep quiet. She didn't ask you anything." Adrienne felt a pang of frustration rise within her at Ryan's dismissive tone. She wanted to know who that woman was, but she couldn't risk appearing suspicious. "Let's go, dear," Ryan said cordially to Adrienne, trying to glos
"Dad, good morning," Ryan greeted, tentatively approaching his father. Michael sat regally behind the grandiose desk, engrossed in his phone and glanced up, his expression devoid of warmth. "Good morning? I can't remember the last time you greeted me. How's your face? Does it still hurt?" he asked, feigning concern. Ryan forced a smile, trying to hide his discomfort. "No, I'm okay," he lied, not wanting to give his father the satisfaction of seeing him in pain. "Dad, I need to talk to you about Rosa," Ryan began, his voice quivering slightly. He steeled himself, prepared to face whatever may come. Michael's eyebrow raised in curiosity. "And what about her?" Taking a deep breath, Ryan forged on. "Please, let her go. She has considered getting an abortion," he confessed. Michael burst into laughter, the sound echoing throughout the room. "What's so funny?" Ryan asked, feeling hurt by his father's reaction. "You, son. You're quite the joker. Rosa getting an abortion? That'
The evidence was irrefutable – Juliette, the woman he had once trusted, had been siphoning money from the company. The figures on the balance sheets and reports blatantly exposed the financial deceit that had been occurring behind his back. Ryan's mind raced with questions. How had he been so blind to Juliette's hidden agenda? Was this the reason she broke up with him first, even before he brought it up, to enjoy the fruit of her criminal activities? And most importantly, how was he going to rectify this mess without tarnishing his own reputation? "Dad, I... I can't believe this," Ryan muttered, his voice laced with a mix of disbelief and anger. Michael, who had been observing Ryan's growing realization, scoffed and leaned back in his chair, an air of superiority enveloping him. "I told you she was never interested in you. This is how manipulative women can be, Ryan." Ryan's eyes narrowed as a surge of fury coursed through him. He couldn't let his father's biased comments c
"Are you okay? Why the sudden moody look on your face?" Lisa asked with a concerned tone, observing Adrienne's distant expression. Adrienne shrugged, her attention clearly focused on her own thoughts. "It's nothing, really," she replied dismissively, rising from the bed and heading towards the bathroom. Lisa watched her leave, a mixture of anticipation and uneasiness filling her heart. After a brief moment, Adrienne emerged from the bathroom, wearing the seductive red lingerie set sent to her by Richard. The sight of Adrienne in such a captivating ensemble made Lisa's heartbeat quicken. She couldn't help but feel an overwhelming desire to express her adoration. "Uh... should I leave?" Lisa nervously stammered, her voice betraying the rush of emotions coursing through her veins. Adrienne turned to face Lisa, her reflection visible in the mirror, seeking validation. "How do I look? Does it suit me?" she inquired, her eyes searching for an honest response. Lisa swallowed, tryin