The band on the small stage in the corner of the brewery played a melodic tune, their music filling the air with a sense of nostalgia. I swayed to the rhythm, my heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time. With a surge of courage fueled by the alcohol coursing through my veins, I abandoned a
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across my room. It was a new day, but the remnants of last night's escapade weighed heavily on me. My head throbbed, and my stomach churned with the aftereffects of the alcohol that had fueled my reckless behavior. As I rel
"Timothy, I can't say for certain," I replied cautiously. "It's possible that Andy has his own reasons, but I wouldn't want to make any assumptions." Timothy's frustration was evident, and he ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. "I just don't understand why they're so adamant about this es
My laptop came to life with a soft hum, and I typed Andy Hayes's name into the search bar. The search results flooded the screen, countless sits on the success of Kamran Hayes’ prodigal son. Andy ran a chain of technology businesses that spanned the country, a fact that seemed incongruous with the
The mention of Stella's father sent a shiver down my spine. I had suspected that her family's influence had played a role in Andy's success, though it had almost ruined Timothy’s. Hearing it confirmed was a revelation that both shocked and infuriated me. "And how did Mr. Fitzgerald amass such weal
TIMOTHY POV The scent of freshly whipped icing and berry jams tickled Timothy’s nose as he sat amongst the various cakes and pastries scattered about. He found himself once again dragged into the world of wedding preparations, a realm he had never imagined himself entering so soon. The prospect
The conference room buzzed with tension as we awaited the arrival of Timothy and Stella. Scarlett, our formidable lawyer, sat at the head of the table, her expression a mask of professionalism. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, knowing that the meeting that lay ahead would be a pivotal mom
The following day, we gathered at the gates of the Fitzgerald estate, anticipation hanging in the air like a heavy cloud. Scarlett had arranged for us to visit the property in person, a crucial step in the ongoing dispute over its ownership. As we stood at the imposing gates, the towering ironwork