The Coopers were taken aback by the revelation especially since they usually saw the blonde with Roger at every party they had attended."Well, we've certainly missed out on a lot, haven't we?" Eric sighed heavily."Quite a bit, especially since everything happened so quickly. Now, my second son will inherit the company while I'm currently going through a divorce with Isabelle," George lamented."I’m sorry to hear that," Samantha commented sympathetically."But I think these are things that should have happened a long time ago... I should have been tougher the moment I noticed Isabelle favoring one of our sons over the other," George admitted sadly as he glanced over at Elliot teasing Jayden away while embracing Deborah. "I guess I was naive to think she'd change.""Cheer up, my friend. You have your other son, so there's no need to be sad," Eric reassured George."And my future grandson," George added with a smile."Indeed," said Eric."Hey, how is Roger going to handle that?"
After the dance ended, Deborah, Jayden, and Elliot took their seats to enjoy dinner. While eating, Jayden and Elliot realized that they were fellow online gamers. They agreed to meet at Deborah's place the next day for a gaming session. Soon, the evening ended peacefully and without any issues. The real scandal erupted the following day when the media began circulating what had happened at the party, highlighting the confirmation of the long-standing rumor about the Petersons. The icing on the cake was Roger's ex-wife being seen with the heir of the Cooper family. In gossip and entertainment shows, everyone praised how beautiful Deborah looked and how blind Roger must have been to trade her for the woman he was now with. "Imbeciles," Sophia muttered furiously, biting into her toast. "But they're right. The mute totally eclipsed you with her jewelry and outfit," Isabelle mockingly said while sipping her coffee. "And did I ask for your opinion?" Sophia snapped at Isabelle. "Bes
Jayden was the first to arrive at Deborah's house. Just as he rang the doorbell, he saw Elliot arriving too."Good evening, beautiful," he said as Deborah opened the door."Hey, Debbie!" Elliot chimed in, rushing to hug her.[Good evening. You arrived at the same time.] Deborah greeted them with a smile before ushering them inside."So it seems," Jayden said, leaving his console in the living room. "Sweetheart, I'm taking over your TV."[Go ahead.]"Mr. Elliot," said a person standing at the door with paper bags. Jayden and Deborah noticed that Elliot had arrived with someone else."Oh, yeah, sorry. Gabriel, could you please put those on the table?" Elliot said. "Debbie, I brought some snacks for tonight.""Excuse me," Gabriel said, entering the house to leave the purchases before turning to Elliot. "What time should I pick you up?""Hmm... well, if Debbie doesn't mind, maybe I'll stay the night here.""What?!" Jayden exclaimed with a frown.[If your dad doesn't mind, you ca
The kiss was simply a gentle touch between their lips, but it was enough for both of them because it marked the beginning of everything. In their eyes, the love they felt was unmistakable. "Deborah..." [Would you like to be my boyfriend?] Deborah suggested. "Of course. Can I call you ‘my love’?" [You already express it in so many ways.] “But calling you 'my love' makes it more official, don't you think?" [I suppose.] Deborah blushed and glanced away shyly "What's wrong? You don't seem very happy." [I'm happy about what's starting between us, but... I'm afraid of…] "Things will be very different, and nothing bad will repeat, I promise." [Well, now we just have to see if your parents... well, accept us.] "What are you saying? They'll be thrilled with the news." Deborah smiled upon hearing his confident words which quickly dispelling her fears. They talked for a couple of hours under the night sky until the cold air prompted them to return home. "Hey, my love, wo
"Damn old man, you ruin my plans even from beyond the grave," Sophia muttered furiously, clenching her fists. "Is everyone conspiring against me?" She glared hatefully at the television screen tuned to a tabloid channel. She couldn't understand... how was it that a boring mute woman without grace or elegance managed to snag the richest men? What did Deborah have that Sophia didn't? Sophia looked at herself in the mirror and remembered the words of her so-called friends: "You may be pretty, but you're still the daughter of a maid. Your last name isn't worth a cent." "No! I am worth a lot," she said, staring at her reflection. "I can manipulate any man to worship me." She was absolutely furious, especially now that she had another problem on her hands. Sophia was supposed to have a baby boy. But the problem wasn't the gender at all. It was the fact that there was no baby in her belly. Her pregnancy was a lie she told to expedite the divorce. But now that things turned out this wa
It was Monday, the start of a new week and the beginning of a fresh legal battle. Christian, a young lawyer who had gained some fame for winning the Peterson family’s divorce case, knew he couldn’t let that reputation get to his head. He needed to focus on his new case. With the evidence they’d uncovered, Christian quickly made his move to inform the insurance company about a possible fraud that had occurred years ago. Although he suspected this strategy might fail, luck seemed to be on his side. The attentive manager found a name that caught his attention—a former employee currently in jail for defrauding many clients. Investigations were ongoing due to the substantial amount of money he’d stolen. “Is there any chance my client can get assistance in suing these thieves?” asked Christian anxiously. “Under normal circumstances, we can’t help due to the time elapsed and proper delivery of funds to the legal guardian. But in this case, we’ll make an exception,” said the manager seri
It was a new day at the Anderson family house, once a mansion that belonged to one of the country's ten most powerful families. Now, it was a mere shadow of its former self. The place had lost its sparkle and elegance, neglected without gardeners or maintenance crews tending to its once-immaculate façade, simply because the inhabitant couldn't afford it anymore. The family of four was having breakfast when they were interrupted by one of the few remaining servants. "Um, sir..." the servant began nervously. "What do you want?" Frederick snapped, his brow furrowed. "There's a gentleman here to see you," she replied hesitantly. "Are you expecting someone?" Vanessa asked. "No, but I'll go see who it is," Frederick declared, rising from his seat and heading to the living room. "It might be a new business opportunity," Ernest commented casually as he poured himself more cereal. "That's good because I saw a new dress at the boutique that I want to buy," his twin sister chimed
Unluckily for him, Frederick wasn't just dealing with hallucinations and an insurance lawsuit. All his troubles seemed to have converged at once—one of his contacts in the police informed him that Alexandra's death case was being reopened. Now, there was a real possibility that the truth about her death would come to light.Frederick was on the brink of a mental collapse. On top of everything else, George wasn't joking—George had already sent his lawyers to demand repayment of the money borrowed during Deborah's marriage. Plus, Frederick’s partners in his newly established business were pressuring him for a refund because the venture had failed. "This is ridiculous! I didn't support you to live like this," Vanessa declared angrily, surveying the sea of papers on the living room table. "Dad... I'm tired of my clothes. I need money to buy new ones," Cassandra complained. "Hey, Dad, are you going to give me money to renew my club membership? It's humiliating that everyone knows it