Tiptoeing to the security monitor by the door, Madeline switched it on to find a sea of journalists crammed into her doorway.One of them caught sight of the camera and bellowed, "Mrs. Gibson? Miss Sanders? We need you to come out and talk!"The shout made Madeline jump, and she stumbled back a step. Her footsteps were soft but unmistakably echoed to the outside. Immediately, the pounding on the door grew fiercer."Mrs. Gibson's hiding inside, too scared to face us. Guilty conscience, maybe? Is Ms. Sanders telling the truth?"Yeneth, on the other end of the phone, picked up on the tension. "Madeline, what in the world is happening?" Madeline rubbed her chilled arms, trying to sound composed. "Nothing much, just a mob of reporters at my doorstep.""What! Madeline, don't you dare step outside. Those vultures will twist any story to make headlines.""Yeah, I'm aware. I'll call the building's management to handle it."Yeneth paused, then offered, "Should I come over and stay with
Trevon's eyes narrowed just a fraction, a silent challenge to the room. Most of the attendees today were small-time shareholders, and even with Qasim's stake, they barely scraped together a fifth of the Gibson Group's shares. Enough to call for a vote, but not enough to kick him out of the game. Their real play was to pin charges on him before the big meeting, to take him down a notch.Trevon smirked as he eyed Daniel trailing the group. "Get the hotel surveillance out there. And file a police report, claiming someone's trying to smear Mr. Gibson. Let's see who's eager to sling mud."Qasim's expression flickered before smoothing over. The online video was paparazzi gold, no way it could be flawed. He could not fathom the hotel footage showing anything else. But, to his astonishment, it did.The surveillance showed Lydia helping Trevon to his room, then leaving promptly. The following morning, she woke him, and they headed downstairs together.Qasim's face turned thunderous. Trevon
Edith, leaning on Ryan, stepped out of the prayer hall. They glanced back. The hall was shrouded in darkness, Trevon's silhouette barely visible, head bowed.They both sighed."Madam Gibson, are you being too harsh? The young master seemed to handle today's issue well enough, without much fallout for the Gibson Group," Ryan remarked.Edith shook her head. "Small issues can lead to big mistakes.""He knows that, yet he forgot."Ryan let out a soft sigh. "The young master has had his own tough times.""Who hasn't? However, you know what happens when you drop your guard. Remember the car crash three years ago? It was a close call..."Edith's voice trembled as she recounted the past. "To this day, we still don't know who was behind it all. We're just a family of women, and there are plenty of wolves out there, just waiting to tear us apart. Trevon's been careful, not slipping up once in three years, and that's the only reason he's managed to hold on to the CEO seat. However, it's li
Madeline lowered her gaze. "Go ahead, Mr. Gibson."Trevon watched Madeline's calm demeanor and felt a wave of annoyance wash over him. He yanked at his tie, his voice low and firm, "The divorce is off for tomorrow."Madeline remained still, her posture unchanged. She had sensed that after today's drama, the divorce would not be easy. Yet, when Trevon voiced his decision, it weighed heavily on her.She paused before speaking softly, "If you're not divorcing, what happens to Lydia?"He had figured it out in the hall and replied icily, "That's between her and me. Stay out of it."Madeline nearly burst out laughing from frustration. "So, Mr. Gibson, you expect to keep our marriage while rekindling things with Lydia? I'm sorry, but that's not happening.""Do you really see me that way?" Trevon asked."Aren't you that way, Mr. Gibson?" Her tone was gentle but laced with sarcasm."I..." Trevon's irritation showed as he loosened his collar, trying to contain the growing anger inside hi
Trevon was about to retort, "You're in no position to make demands," but something about the way she looked stopped him dead. He reluctantly backed down, "What is it?""I'll go along with this charade, but I'm not playing housewife—I'm getting a job," Madeline declared.A frown creased Trevon's forehead. "What job could you possibly do with your skills? Greet people at a desk, or wait tables? Don't make me laugh, you'll just make me look bad."Madeline bit back her frustration.What then? She was itching to give him a piece of her mind. She remained composed, "I have a degree from the Arts Academy. Do I look like someone who's just going to pour coffee?"It was then Trevon remembered her background. She was not just any graduate—she had talent, a piece of art that had made waves.He raised an eyebrow, "Fine, go work at Xystos Tech, in the art department.""No way!"Madeline rejected the idea outright.She was already incognito, working for Skylandia, she was not about to bec
Madeline slipped past his outstretched hand and headed straight back inside.nWith anger boiling inside him, Trevon lost all appetite. He grabbed his phone, pondering, then decided he needed to see Lydia. He had barely taken two steps when Madeline's head popped out from the doorway, taunting him with the contract in hand. "Careful, Mr. Gibson, wouldn't want to disappoint."Crap! Trevon cursed out loud and spun on his heel, striding back.Madeline, startled, quickly retreated, locking the door behind her and diving into her bed, hiding under the covers.Seeing the keys still dangling from the lock, Trevon could not help but laugh at the absurdity of his own rage. He unlocked the door effortlessly, catching Madeline before she could react. He gripped her wrist, his eyes flashing a warning. "I think it's time we add a new rule. As long as we're married, we're both expected to hold up our end of the bargain."Mrs. Gibson, your thoughts?" Towering at six feet, Trevon's presence was over
Lydia fidgeted, her throat tight. Trevon's anger was palpable, but she clung to hope. She could turn that around."Say what you need to," she encouraged him.Trevon's next words fell like a hammer. "Lydia, we're done.""What?" The room spun as she looked up at him, disbelief etched on her face. "Trevon, what are you saying? Is this about the Twitter post? Are you upset I went ahead and posted without asking? I've done it. I've erased everything, just like you told me to. It wasn't on purpose, you know. I was just standing up for you. Madeline was behind everything today. I couldn't let her get away with her plot."Her words tumbled out in a jumble, and tears started to stream down her face without a sound. Trevon's heart ached for her, she was the girl he had cherished for years. However, he could not keep leading her on, not then."Madeline had nothing to do with what happened today. She got her papers from her grandma yesterday, ready to make it official with me tomorrow.""Is
Trevon did not glance back as he marched ahead. Lydia bit down hard and drew a line across her wrist with a knife. The sharp pain forced a scream from her lips. Trevon spun around to see her wrist smeared with blood. He rushed to her, pressing on the wound. "Are you out of your mind?"However, Lydia just threw her arms around his waist. "Trevon, you do care. You still love me, don't you?"Ignoring her plea, Trevon signaled for a security guard to bring a first aid kit. Lydia watched him with longing, unable to tear her gaze away. Even at the hospital, she clung to Trevon. "Don't go. If you leave, I won't let them treat me."With no other choice, Trevon stayed by her side through the stitching, until a sedative lulled her to sleep. He exhaled deeply and instructed Daniel, "Get someone to keep an eye on her. Make sure she doesn't do anything rash."And call Sanders. They need to come and talk some sense into her.""Understood.""Mr. Gibson, it's late. I should drive you home," Dani
That batch of red wine did not look too strong, but it packed a punch.As the trio kept drinking, they slowly started to feel the buzz.Yeneth, glass in hand, her cheeks a rosy red, ranted, "Don't employees' lives count for anything? Overtime, day in and day out! It's enough to wear out a horse!"That darn Camden, always harping on about performance, about profits! Is game development just about the bottom line? What happened to the heart? Rubbish!"For a moment, she thought she saw Camden's face, and in a fit of anger, Yeneth tried to slap it away, nearly tumbling into her wine glass instead.Madeline, startled, rushed to steady her.Yeneth, still wobbly, stood up on her own, fixing Trevon with a steely gaze and said icily, "You're just another greedy capitalist."Trevon sat there, calm and collected, but his delayed movements and the occasional glint of bewilderment in his eyes betrayed his inebriation to Madeline.When Yeneth spoke up, he turned his head slowly, locking eyes
Madeline, caught up in the conversation with Caleb and Yeneth, turned around in shock at Trevon's question.He had just declared he would not touch a drop, and he was suddenly reaching for the wine?However, she let it go without a question.The red wine was smooth and inviting. If he felt like drinking, why not?Trevon grunted a greeting into his phone. "Mr. Caleb Jabs."Caleb snapped out of his reverie, returning the greeting with a subdued nod, his gaze deepening.Yeneth, caught between awkwardness and concern, glanced at Caleb. She was about to speak when a glamorous doctor in a white coat appeared beside him on the screen.The doctor, Camila Jervis, peered at the screen, her smile teasing. "Mr. Caleb Jabs, are you chatting with your girlfriend?"Two women were on the screen, leaving it unclear whom she meant.Caleb shook his head, offering no explanation, and instead asked, "Dr. Jervis, what's up?"Camila arched an eyebrow, not prying further. "The professor's ready to s
Yahir sipped his cola, feeling utterly dejected.He had bolted from the Lewis family feast, even at the risk of getting caught, just to pocket two bottles of Lafite.They were not the prized '1982' edition, but they were still pretty decent.His mom's constant marriage talk was a drag, but her taste in wine was impeccable. He was all set for a night of no-holds-barred drinking with Trevon.However, Trevon dragged him over to Madeline's, and under the pretext of her pregnancy, confiscated all the wine.Then, it sat tauntingly in the wine cabinet.Yahir gazed at it, each bottle seeming to whisper seductively."Come on, come have a taste."It was pure torture!He took another swig of cola."Whoa!"Yeneth's shout came out of nowhere.Yahir choked mid-sip.The cola fizz popped like fireworks in his throat, sending him into a coughing frenzy, his face flushing a deep crimson as the soda splashed across the floor.Madeline jumped at his coughing spectacle, hastily grabbing a tis
Madeline swung open the kitchen door to find Yahir wrapping his arms around Yeneth from behind, as if he could not bear to let her go.Her mind, already a whirlwind of thoughts, was completely thrown."What in the world..."Madeline was puzzled as she returned from the kitchen. She had only stepped away to make a call, and then Yeneth and Yahir were locked in an embrace.Yeneth tried to explain, "Madeline, this isn't what it looks like. I was just—"However, Yahir clamped a hand over her mouth, grinning at Madeline. "We're just playing around, Madeline. Hey, do you have any wine glasses? We need four. Let's celebrate!"Trevon stepped out from behind Madeline, his composed facade unbroken. "Lost your head? She's pregnant. Think she can drink?"Yahir smacked his forehead. "Oh, man. I totally spaced on that."Once Yeneth wriggled free, she took a deep breath and delivered a sharp kick to Yahir's leg. "Get off me!"She kicked with all her might, hitting Yahir's shin and sending a
At that moment, Trevon seemed to freeze, then he straightened his posture. "Madeline, Liam's role is to be your close protection, to ensure your safety."Madeline had faced too many close calls, and he could not shake his concern for her.However, she was fiercely independent. If it were up to him, he would keep her tethered to his side.Madeline let out a derisive snort. She knew Xoan well enough to know he could dig up information on Yoana, but not with such speed and precision.Xoan claimed Liam was the one who had lent a hand.Madeline knew Liam. That had Trevon's fingerprints all over it."Do you really think I've become so dim-witted from pregnancy that I can't think straight?"Trevon looked at her, a mix of frustration and affection in his eyes.She had once been so sweet and compliant. Then, she became so sharp and quick-witted, a match even for him.However, he preferred her that way."Madeline, I'm just looking out for you."Trevon had an insatiable need to know ev
"Madeline, I've got the scoop on Yoana," Xoan said.Madeline was taken aback. "So soon?"Xoan let out a sly chuckle. "It wouldn't have been this quick, but Liam lent us a hand."Madeline stole a quick look at Trevon, then cast her gaze downward.Fifteen years back, Yoana was forced out of the Sanders Group—a victim of Cilix's cunning plot.It was not just a simple resignation as Bella had naively believed. Yoana was secretly saddled with a mountain of debt.Cilix did not stop there. He tarnished Yoana's name throughout the industry.She could not land a respectable job to save her life.Her personal life was total chaos.Her husband, Jim Livingston, who was once a low-level office worker, had dived into business on the back of Yoana's earnings and made a pretty penny.However, when the bill came due, Yoana hit a wall. Jim had sent all his cash back to his folks, leaving peanuts behind.Yoana was floored. A decade of hard work, and not a dime to show for it.When she begged
Madeline swung the door open to find Trevon on her doorstep, her eyebrows knitting together in a frown.Before she could get a word out, Yahir popped up from behind him with a grin. "Happy New Year, Madeline!"He waved a container of homemade goodies.Those two had nearly fought that morning, and then they were as chummy as can be—though Trevon looked like he would rather be anywhere else. However, he bit his tongue and kept quiet.With the Gibsons and the Lewises all cozied up for a New Year's feast, what on earth were those two doing there?Yahir's face fell. "Madeline, you've got no idea. My mom's a force of nature. Can you believe she's still dragging me to blind dates on New Year's Eve? I just had to bail."Madeline could not help but think about Liliana's earlier enthusiasm for rallying the troops and was at a loss for words."What about you, Trevon? What brings you here?" Madeline asked.Trevon pursed his lips. He was looking a little quiet too.Edith had been on his ca
Madeline walked into her house and immediately sensed something was up. She nudged the door wider and there was Yeneth, sparking an involuntary grin on her face."I thought you were going to be hibernating today?"Yeneth had been swamped with the Skylandia project, barely getting any sleep. She had texted Madeline about sleeping in on her day off.With a shrug and a smirk, Yeneth said, "Guess I'm just wired to work. Woke up at the crack of dawn, hung around in bed not to wake you, and by the time I showed up, you were already out and about."Madeline shut the door behind her, musing aloud."I've been turning it over in my mind. All this press and pest hunting is kid's play for the Sanders Group. To really take them on, we've got to… Yank the carpet out from under them?" Yeneth's smile was the answer Madeline needed as she shared her strategy."How's that sound?"Yeneth's thumbs-up was quick, but her frown came just as fast. "Fashion's a shark tank, and jumping in now? That's r
Madeline's request left Yoana taken aback.A wry smile crossed her face. "What can I possibly help you with at my age?"Madeline grasped her hand with conviction. "No, Mrs. Reed, you're the only one who can do this favor for me."Yoana looked down, her expression unreadable, and whispered, "You're giving me too much credit. Besides, with my background, there's no way I can go back to working with the Sanders Group. I have a couple of pairs of baby shoes here. Take them as a baby shower gift for your little ones."Madeline realized Yoana had gotten the wrong idea, thinking she was there about the Sanders Group or Cilix, and felt a twinge of disappointment."Mrs. Reed, please don't reject my request just yet. I'm planning to start my own fashion label. Everything Is underway, but I'm still missing one crucial piece—a designer."Madeline shared her vision.Yoana's eyebrows shot up in surprise when she heard Madeline's vision for her new company."That sounds just like the Sanders