"Sweetheart, you made a deal with Maximus, and you need to honor it. My grandson doesn't deserve to be left at the altar. He'll be there waiting for you—I know it!""How do you know, Grandma?""I just do. He won't leave you standing there. You need to hold up your end of the deal and keep winning hi
Emma, seeing that Catherine had left, started walking back toward Maximus's mansion. Just as she reached the driveway, she heard her name being called."Emma, wait. I'll take you home. I'm heading back to the mansion myself," Maximus's voice was cold, making her shiver."Sir, I don't want to trouble
"After we got Alexia out, the missus was ready to leave. She didn't want to marry you anymore. She was heartbroken. Your grandma asked me to go tell the judge to wait, and when I came back, your grandma had managed to convince her to go through with the wedding. I don't know what they talked about,
The following morning, Matthew woke up with a pounding headache. He had spent the entire night trying to figure out how to end Alexia's contract without sparking a full-blown disaster. He knew very well that once he informed her, Alexia would lose control, and he dreaded being the one to deliver the
Mary woke up after a long nap, feeling relaxed. Peter had been right—the lavender oil had helped soothe her. Perhaps it was the change of environment, or maybe it was having Catherine and Peter close by. She knew she had to be strong and recover quickly so she could see her grandfather again. Whatev
He poured himself a glass of cognac and lit a cigarette, something he hadn't done in years. His neck ached, his head throbbed, and the alcohol only seemed to heighten the surreal fog settling over his thoughts. Suddenly, he began to see a familiar silhouette moving through his office. It was faint,
Mary stood on the balcony of the room she had slept in for the past three years. She didn't want to turn on the lights; the darkness of the night would hide the tears rolling down her cheeks.'This is over! I can't go on like this. I can't take it anymore,' she thought as she stared straight ahead.
Mary was exhausted from all the crying. As she put on her pajamas, she saw a large bruise on her stomach, caused by the blow her husband had landed earlier that day. A tear rolled down her cheek, but she chose not to think about it anymore. This wasn't the first time it had happened, so seeing her s