Astrid stormed out of the club, her chest rising and falling rapidly as the night air hit her skin. Her heels struck the pavement with sharp, purposeful steps. She just needed space away from him,away from everyone,she needed to breathe, to think.But she didn’t get far in the underground parking lot.Out of the shadows, an elderly woman stepped forward.Before Astrid could register who she was(Smack)A harsh slap stung her cheek. Her head snapped to the side.She froze.“What was that for?” she gasped, her voice shaky. Her hand went to her face instinctively, fingers brushing the warmth left behind.The woman didn’t answer right away. She stared at Astrid with a mixture of disgust and triumph.“So it’s true,” she finally said. “You’re his mistress. At first I refused to believe it but now... I'm disappointed."Astrid blinked, dazed. “Who… who are you?”The woman’s expression darkened. “You dare ask me that?”She took a step forward.“I am the wife. HIS WIFE. I am Mrs. Alexis Brando
Andrew watched as Astrid walked straight out of the room, his expression unreadable. He didn't say a word, but his eyes followed her until she disappeared from view.Then, he turned his attention to the man who had smacked Astrid. Andrew's hands were in his pockets as he approached the man, his movements calm and deliberate.The man's tone was arrogant, fueled by his own pride. "What do you want, loser?" he sneered, his words dripping with contempt.Andrew's response was swift and brutal. He punched the man on the cheek, his fist connecting with a loud crack. The man's eyes widened in shock as he felt his jaw shift, and his nose began to bleed.The man's nose was bleeding, and he was in shock. "Who do you think you are?" he stammered, trying to defend himself.But Andrew was unfazed. He dodged the man's clumsy punch with ease, his movements fluid and controlled.The man's friends intervened, trying to calm the situation. "Bro, chill, chill, chill. He owns the club, and you could be ba
Mira was pretending to enjoy dinner, but her attention was focused on the show unfolding before her. The angry look on Astrid's face was music to her ears. She didn't even have to lift a finger, yet Astrid was already reacting exactly as Mira had hoped. "This is the definition of work smart, not hard," she said to herself, a satisfied smile spreading across her face.Mira stood by the window, watching Astrid drive away with a mixture of anger and frustration on her face. A satisfied smile spread across Mira's face."Are you waiting for someone?" Britney asked, approaching Mira.Mira stopped smiling and feigned concern, her expression turning sober. "Oh, no... it's just that there's a rumor going around about my sister, and I'm worried about her. I tried talking to her, but she pushed me away."Britney's eyes filled with empathy. "I'm so sorry to hear that, Miss Walton. You really do care about her, don't you?"Mira nodded, her plan unfolding smoothly. She showed Britney the article o
Mira couldn't believe what she was seeing. Astrid Thompson, the girl she knew, was now the biggest shareholder of Broadview Hotel.The news shocked her. How did Astrid manage to pull this off? Mira watched the video of the share transfer ceremony.In the video, Mr Brandon and Astrid shook hands and signed the documents in the presence of an attorney.Mira did some research and found out that the shares were worth a staggering three billion. She couldn't wrap her head around it.How did Astrid possess something so valuable? Mira felt a mix of emotions - shock, confusion, and maybe even a bit of jealousy.She thought about her own life, stuck in the Thompson's mansion, cooking and cleaning. Meanwhile, Astrid seemed to be living a whole different life.Mira wondered what secrets Astrid had, if Andrew was the one that got her that as a gift,what connections she had made, and what she had done to deserve such a huge opportunity.Meanwhile, Astrid arrived at Broadview Hotel, fortunately no
"Get me my whip now," Mr Reeds commanded, his wrist raised in a gesture of authority.Lisa quickly moved to obey, rushing to the table to retrieve the whip. She handed it to Mr Reeds, who raised it, ready to strike Bryan.But Brian was faster. He snatched the whip from Mr Reeds' hand, his movements swift and decisive."I'm done with all this," Brian said, his voice firm and resolute. He took a deep breath, letting his words hang in the air."I'm done trying to please you," he continued, his voice steady. "Done trying to be your son, to be the son you always wanted."Brian's words were laced with a sense of finality. "I am done," he said, his voice unwavering.With a swift motion, Brian threw the whip into the fireplace. The flames engulfed the leather, and the sound of it burning filled the room.Brian turned his back on his father and walked away, leaving Mr Reeds standing alone. The sound of the whip burning seemed to symbolize the end of Brian's attempts to seek his father's approv
"Linda??" Brian asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes,your Linda," Andrew said, Andrew's eyes fixed intently on Brian, watching the anger burning in his eyes. Andrew's expression was calm, but his eyes seemed to bore into Brian's soul. Brian felt a shiver run down his spine as Andrew laughed, a wide smile spreading across his face. "So, when am I getting my ammunition?" Andrew asked, his voice calm and collected. Brian hesitated, his eyes darting around the room. "Tomorrow," he said finally, his voice barely audible. Andrew's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, that's the spirit I love, you know the longer you take, the longer she's in my hands right?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Brian felt a pang of pain, his eyes welling up with tears. He knew he had tried to hide their relationship, not wanting anyone in his family or this family to know. But it seemed like everyone knew about Linda. Brian wondered if Linda would forgive him, especi