Dwight Cullen stepped out of his car with a sense of purpose he had never felt before. The weight of his newfound identity as Dwight Mendez, the heir to one of the greatest fortunes in California, sat heavily on his shoulders. He wasn’t the same man who had spent years as the Nortons’ humble cleaner. No, now he was someone entirely different—someone with power, influence, and the means to help Mandy exact the revenge she had long dreamed of.
From the cottage window, Mandy watched as her husband marched toward the grand entrance of the Norton mansion. She could sense that something was going to go wrong, something risky. Without thinking, she hurried after him, her heart racing with fear. But Dwight was already too far ahead, his strides full of determination. There was no stopping him now. As Dwight entered the Norton mansion, he found the family gathered in the luxurious drawing room, engaged in a tense discussion. The atmosphere was heavy with anxiety. Grandpa Benson sat at the head of the table, his wrinkled face creased with worry. Uncle Mark was pacing the room, his hands gesticulating wildly as he spoke. Gerald, Dwight’s longtime tormentor, leaned back in his chair with a scowl on his face. Rachel and Elsa sat to the side, their expressions grim as they listened. “They’re pulling out all their shares,” Gerald spat, slamming his fist on the table. “The Wendel's wants nothing to do with us anymore. If they go through with this, we’re finished!” “We can’t let this happen,” Grandpa Benson replied, his voice shaky. “The Wendels are the backbone of our company. Without them, we’re nothing.” Rachel shook her head, her lips pressed into a thin line. “Ramsey Wendel is a fool. He doesn’t realize the damage he’s doing by cutting ties with us. We have to find a way to stop him.” Dwight stood there, unnoticed by the family, listening to their panicked conversation. A smile crept onto his face. They were vulnerable, desperate, and he was about to deliver the blow that would change everything. “Would the Nortons mind becoming partners with the Mendez?” Dwight’s voice rang out, cutting through the room like a knife. The room fell silent. All heads turned toward Dwight, and the shock on their faces was almost comical. Gerald was the first to recover, his expression twisting with fury. “How dare you, Dwight!” Gerald growled, rising from his chair. “How dare you mention the Mendez name with that filthy mouth of yours!” Grandpa Benson’s face turned beet red, his eyes bulging with anger. Even Uncle Mark, usually the calmest of the group, looked stunned. Rachel rolled her eyes and let out a disgusted huff, clearly offended by Dwight’s audacity. Mandy, who had just caught up to Dwight, froze at the doorway. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized what her husband had just done. “Dwight, what are you doing?” she whispered, her voice trembling. But Dwight remained calm, his gaze fixed on the Nortons. “I’m serious,” he said, his voice steady and confident. “I can make the Mendez family your partners.” Gerald let out a harsh laugh, his face contorted with rage. “You? A lowly cleaner? You think you can speak for the Mendez family? Don’t make me laugh.” Grandpa Benson shook his head, his hands trembling as he pointed at Dwight. “You’ve gone too far this time, boy. If you think you can throw around the Mendez name like that, I’ll see to it that you’re kicked out of that cottage too.” Uncle Mark, however, held up a hand, signaling for silence. “Wait, let’s hear him out,” he said, his eyes narrowing as he studied Dwight. “He seems awfully confident for someone who’s supposedly out of his depth.” Rachel scoffed and got up from her seat. “I’m not wasting my time listening to this nonsense,” she declared, storming out of the room. “Let me know when the delusions are over.” Dwight watched her leave but remained undeterred. He turned back to the remaining Nortons, his expression unwavering. “I’m offering you a lifeline,” he said. The room erupted in laughter. Grandpa Benson, Gerald, and even Elsa couldn’t contain themselves. To them, Dwight’s words were nothing more than a bad joke. But Dwight stood there, unflinching, waiting for the laughter to die down. “I’ll tell you what,” Grandpa Benson finally said, wiping a tear from his eye. “If you can make the Mendez family partner with us, I’ll consider you a hero. But if you can’t, you’ll be out on the streets with no place to call home.” Mandy’s heart sank as she heard Grandpa Benson’s words. She knew he was only looking for an excuse to get rid of Dwight once and for all. But Dwight remained calm, his confidence unshaken. “Deal,” Dwight said, a small smile playing on his lips. they he walked away. Mandy grabbed his arm, her voice filled with desperation. “Dwight, what are you doing? You can’t help them! They don’t deserve it.” Dwight turned to her, his expression softening. “Don’t worry, Mandy,” he said, gently cupping her face in his hands. “I’m not helping them. I’m up to something, trust me.” Mandy wanted to believe him, but the uncertainty gnawed at her. “But how are you going to link the Nortons and the Mendez together?” Dwight chuckled and shook his head. “That’s for me to know and for them to find out,” he replied, giving her a reassuring wink. *** The next morning, Dwight set his plan into motion. He called one of his CEOs, Pamela, and instructed her to reach out to the Wendel Sybarian Enterprise with a proposal for a partnership. Pamela, always sharp and efficient, wasted no time in making the call. Serena, sought Ramsey’s approval for the deal, and it was quickly accepted. Ramsey, thrilled at the prospect of partnering with the most influential company in California, agreed without hesitation. Dwight couldn’t help but laugh when he received the news. Everything was falling into place. The Nortons were desperate, and the Wendels were now under his control. He had both families right where he wanted them. He woke up early the next morning and ordered Cane to deliver the Norton company’s papers to him. It was time to reveal his hand. Cane arrived at the cottage, discreetly handing over the documents that would change everything. Dwight tucked them under his arm and, with Mandy by his side, marched up to the Norton mansion. He summoned the entire Norton family to the drawing room, their faces filled with curiosity and suspicion. Mandy stood beside Dwight, her heart pounding as she tried to make sense of what was happening. Dwight placed the company papers on the table and looked each of the Nortons in the eye. “I’m the owner of your company now,” he announced, his voice filled with authority. “Your lives are in my hands.” The room went silent. The shock on their faces was priceless. Mandy’s mouth fell open in disbelief. This was beyond anything she could have imagined. Dwight smiled, enjoying the moment. “I’d like to remarry my wife, Mandy,” he continued, his voice calm and measured. “And this time, I’m not proposing with a thread. I’m going to buy the most expensive ring in California.” Bella gasped. Mandy’s jaw dropped further, her mind struggling to catch up with everything that was happening. “And with that being said,” Dwight added, his smile turning into a smirk. “I plan to sell the entire Norton company and use the money to buy that ring.” The Nortons stared at him in shock, their faces pale with fear. Dwight had them cornered, and they knew it. *** Meanwhile, across town, Serena burst into Ramsey Wendel’s office, a broad smile on her face. “We did it, Ramsey,” she exclaimed. “The Mendez company has bought all the shares in our company. We belong to the Mendez now!” Ramsey’s heart soared with excitement. Partnering with the most powerful company in California was a dream come true. But his joy was short-lived. As he scrolled through the latest headlines, his face drained of color. Lorenzo Mendez was dead, and he had willed everything to his lost but found son. But who was this mysterious son? Why was his identity hidden? And why was he so interested in the Wendels? A sense of dread settled over Ramsey as the realization hit him—his entire fortune was now in the hands of this unknown person. His phone beeped with a new message, and as he reached for it, his heart pounded in his chest.The dining room was filled with an unspoken heaviness as Rachel, Elsa, and Uncle Mark gathered for lunch at the Norton's Mansion. Uncle Mark, leaning back thoughtfully, looked at each of his daughters with pride and empathy. Breaking the silence, he gently asked, “What’s the way forward, girls? Where do you see yourselves, now, after everything?” Elsa spoke up first, her tone determined yet reflective. “I’ve always dreamed of becoming a lawyer,” she began. “But I’ve seen what it takes to make a real name as one… the compromises, the shortcuts. I can’t become someone like Stefano McReynolds. Modeling, on the other hand,” she continued, a flicker of newfound confidence brightening her face, “it feels natural. I’ve realized it’s something I’m genuinely good at, and I want to give it everything I’ve got.” Uncle Mark smiled, his eyes warm with approval. “Elsa, whatever path you choose, know I’m standing behind you. Follow your heart, and the rest will fall into place.” Elsa’s cheeks
Dwight was just about to leave Mandy’s rehab ward when he found the doctor waiting at the entrance. He quickly stepped aside to speak with him, concern clouding his face. “Mandy’s recovery is going well, doctor,” he began quietly. “But she’s having episodes of memory loss. She can’t remember certain events… especially losing our child. What do we do now?” The doctor raised an eyebrow, a thoughtful look crossing his face. “Does she remember having a baby at all?” “Yes,” Dwight admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “But she believes the baby is still in the incubator. I… I told her that, hoping it would ease her mind.” The doctor nodded, a plan forming in his mind. “In that case, there might be a way to help her continue healing,” he said carefully. “If she can’t recall losing the baby, then… adopt a newborn. Present it to her as her own child.” Dwight stared at the doctor in shock, the idea hitting him like a wave. “You mean… find a child and pretend it’s hers?” “Yes,” the doc
The atmosphere in the courtroom was thick with tension as Serena stood before the jury, her once-proud demeanor shattered. Today was her hearing, and she faced charges for the murder of little Bella, a robbery, and the ruthless crime she had framed Peter Allison for. Serena shifted uncomfortably, her hands vibrating as the judge prepared to read the verdict. The foreperson of the jury rose, casting a sharp glance in Serena’s direction before delivering the final judgment. “The jury has found you guilty of first degree murder. I hereby sentence you to twenty five hundred consecutive life sentences plus a thousand years.”She turned to face Serena, her face beet red with contempt like there was more of a personal grudge between them than a federal case. "Once you pass away, you will receive an attempted escape charge with an additional two hundred years added to your sentence which you will begin serving in the afterlife once you get hell." Her eyes were fierce and full of resentment
Dwight picked a lighter from the kitchen and headed back to the living room.The flames from the lighter flickered in the dimly lit room as he approached Ramsey, who lay slumped and bound in the chair. Without a hint of hesitation, Dwight flicked the lighter, setting Ramsey’s hair alight in an instant. The fire crackled to life, devouring the strands and singeing his scalp, sending smoke spiraling into the air. Ramsey screamed, his voice hoarse, begging, pleading for Dwight to end it all. As the fire died, leaving Ramsey’s head charred and his spirit all but shattered, he let out a ragged sob. His skin, bruised and torn, showed a ghostly paleness beneath the streaks of blood. He could feel his strength slipping away, the life draining from him with each passing second. Desperate, he attempted to bite his tongue in a last effort to escape the torment, but his body betrayed him; his jaw trembled, teeth chattering too weakly to do any real harm. For a long moment, Dwight just stood th
Ramsey’s body shook, his tone barely concealing the fear behind his words as he looked up at Dwight, shackled and bound. He swallowed hard, watching Dwight rummage through the backpack filled with a disturbing array of tools, each promising a unique kind of agony. “What do you want?” Ramsey asked, forcing a calmness into his tone that belied the terror swirling inside him. Dwight chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “What do I want? really? Ramsey, you seem to have cheated the face death so often that you now think you're unkillable. Am I right?” He tilted his head, a sinister glint in his eyes. Ramsey attempted to use psychology to save himself. “I know you, Dwight Mendez,” he said, his voice feigning familiarity. “You’re not like me. You’re a good man, a better man. You’re not capable of killing anyone.” Dwight laughed, but it wasn’t the laugh of a man who found amusement. It was cold, devoid of warmth, and filled with pain. His gaze flickered to Hannah’s lifeless body sprawle
Dwight pulled into the driveway of his mansion, his mind set, heart hardened. This night, there was only one objective: justice for Mandy, for Bella, for everything Serena, Hannah, and Ramsey had taken from him. He strode inside, up the grand staircase, and into his private study. With quick precision, he unlocked his safe, pulling out a small, polished handgun. As he tucked it into his coat, his thoughts were interrupted by a quiet voice. “Sir,” one of the maids approached, her face filled with worry. “We’ve been searching for Clara for days. She’s disappeared without a word. We think…we think maybe she ran away with Hannah.” Dwight’s expression didn’t change; he simply gave a curt nod. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll find her.” The maid looked on, unsure, but Dwight had already turned, a cold resolve in his eyes. Tonight, he would tie up all loose ends. As he drove, Dwight made a stop at a small, dimly lit store, where he gathered an arsenal of tools designed to inflict slow, prec