"Why are you doing this?!" She swung her right hand towards my chest, but Sasha moved faster by standing between us. The envelope she wanted to stick to my chest was in front of my bodyguard's body. "What are you doing!? Get out of the way!" "You're the one who came impudently into someone else's place. You're the one who should have stepped aside." Sasha moved the woman's hands away from her body while slightly pushing her back. "Damn you! A lowlife like you shouldn't be holding me, let alone talking to me. Get out of my way!" She pushed Sasha aside, but my bodyguard was unmoved. "Mind your manners, Darcy," I scold in a stern voice. "Sasha is right. Pay attention to where you are. I can kick you out if you keep yelling." She pressed her lips together and looked at me fiercely. "Are you paying people to stalk me? Don't you have anything else to do but find out about my privacy?" "What are you talking about?" I confused. "Why are you giving this to my mother-in-law!?" She waved th
[Blaze] "Everything’s ready," Kyle reported over the phone. I looked to my left. Heather waved her hand before entering the store. I waved back until James drove the car away. It was time for me to do something. I hated seeing my wife's troubled face. Arriving at the airport, I followed my bodyguard, who led me to my private jet. Fortunately, Kyle managed to persuade the person who rented this plane to lend it to me for one day. The pilot and flight attendants were ready for takeoff. While in the air, I checked the work Kyle had emailed me. The project offers were piling up, so I had to turn some of them down. Business was unpredictable. While trying to expand my hospitality business, my construction business was rising in demand. An hour and a half in the air, the plane landed. I rushed out of the cabin as soon as the aircraft came to a complete stop. A car was waiting, ready to take me to my destination. James quickly settled behind the steering wheel, and I sat in the back seat
[Heather] My heart was beating rapidly when the judge entered the courtroom. We were invited to sit down, so I began to pray that my request would be granted. I was willing to go through another trial if we had to appeal, but my mother's condition needed to be checked immediately. I hoped I would win. The man read the introduction to his judgment. The more time passed, the more impatient I became to hear the results of his observations on all our testimonies. I had to take a deep breath and exhale slowly over and over again. My hands turned red as I squeezed them tightly. After several days of agonizing waiting, did he have to read such a long opening before delivering the results of his contemplation? Why not read the result first and then the introduction? "I don't understand why the previous judge allowed the legal guardianship of Gemma Harrington to be given to George and Diana Bailey. I looked for the file to study, but neither I nor my staff found it," the judge said, surpris
I stared anxiously at the door of the doctor's office. The nurse had told us that the doctor would need a lot of time to do the examination, but I couldn't wait for hours.Unable to bear the curiosity, I killed time by checking my email and saw that my inbox was full. I sighed softly and tried to work on my assignment. I checked the proposal first and signed off. So, stock or funds could be issued for smooth sales.The nurse finally let us in. Grandma and I looked at each other meaningfully. We stood up and entered the practice room hand in hand. A woman in a white robe greeted us kindly."Gemma Harrington suffers from untreated postpartum depression. From her story, she was pregnant, but her fiancé did not admit that they had sex. Since the engagement was broken off and the family kicked her out of the house, she was alone," the psychiatrist reported."After the unwanted child was born, she was further devastated that the father was her best friend's husband. She didn't remember slee
[Blaze] Reuben Harrington was ruthless. There was no mistaking the nickname given to him by the media. With his power, all he had to do was call the right people, and he could get even the most confidential information. I just sat next to him, watching him in action. We had already strategized with his attorney about our charges on Bailey. He didn't give the couple any mercy. What I respected about his actions was he let the clueless Darcy go. Next, we discussed the right way to bring down the other family who had done so much harm to Heather. On that very day, he managed to trap the person he was after. The man was speechless when Reuben asked him to sell his shares. "Heather's birthday is over," I reminded him. "I missed thirty birthdays and Christmases. Isn't it time to pay down my debt from now on?" he said casually. I was stunned for a moment. Didn't I hear it wrong? Did he seriously want to give his granddaughter thirty birthday and thirty Christmas presents? How lucky my w
"Mom," Gemma said as she turned to Renee. "I'm sleepy."Renee glanced at us before looking at her daughter. "Of course, dear. Come, let me take you to your room."They stood up and walked towards Gemma's bedroom. I turned to my wife sitting by my side. Her eyes were teary, and her lips were trembling. I held her hand that was on the table. She must have been devastated by Gemma's reaction."I'm fine," she mumbled. "She just needs time to digest the information.""She's just shocked. Thirty years is a very long time. She remembers you as a baby. Seeing you suddenly this big must have been shocking." Reuben gave her ID card back to Heather."What if Mom hates me?" she asked worriedly. "It's a good thing I changed my name to Knightley. If I still had Bailey's surname, she'd be mad.""Your mom won't be mad. Trust me." Reuben held Heather's free hand. "I'm her father, so I know her character. As for your name, we'll discuss it later. I won't allow Harrington to drop her name even if she's
[Heather]I didn't expect him to announce our relationship in a press conference. I didn't ask for such a big thing. What I had in mind was him announcing it on his social media accounts. I didn't care if he posted a picture of us or not.But the surprise was very touching. My chest was so full of happiness that I couldn't explain it. The women who doubted our marriage would see and believe Blaze and I were serious about our marriage.I kissed him and let the reporters' cameras take as many pictures of us as they wanted. It would make a good photo on the front page of the news later. Unfortunately, he didn't smile like I expected him to. Was he just so in his sleep, not in his consciousness?I didn't want to be greedy, so I didn't let the cold relationship between me and Mom get me down. I enjoyed the event that Blaze had prepared as best I could. I chatted with Charity, Taylor, and Faye, then returned the greetings of every employee of my store and our house."Blaze still sleeping?"
Blaze wrapped his arms around my body, and we ducked as deep as we could in the back seat. James drove the car, not caring about the traffic lights. I closed my eyes in anticipation of us crashing into another vehicle. However, what I feared didn't happen. The car continued to move quickly, away from the shooting scene. My chest felt tight from the rapid beating of my heart. We had just passed through death. Who would want to hurt Blaze? Blaze loosened his embrace, but I didn't let him get away from me. I hugged him tightly. Not caring about the tears rolling down my cheeks, I pressed my face against his chest. I almost lost him had this car not been bulletproof. "Heather, everything is safe. My men are going to find out who the shooter is. Jericho managed to change the traffic light. That's why we can get away from that place," he consoled. What? Jericho could do that? Did that mean he hacked the traffic lights earlier? How could he have such a great crew? But we're not safe yet.