James remained expressionless. He was the one who’d asked a nurse for the cheapest tea bag available—just to serve this Ms. Peterson properly.Sandra didn’t even blink. “No need to be so formal,” she said casually. “I didn’t realize things were this tight for you. It’s just tea, after all.”Rachel’s smile was razor-sharp. “If you’re so generous, how about returning the money your husband borrowed from us when he was running the company? I won’t even ask for interest—just the principal. We gave you seven or eight million over the years, didn’t we?”Sandra’s face stiffened, but Rachel was just getting started.“When you came asking, it was all thank-you-this and thank-you-that. But the second my family went under, you cut ties like we were nothing. Heartless, really.”The memory still burned. Back then, Rachel had even sold off her jewelry to help the Petersons. And when her family collapsed, Sandra and her husband were nowhere to be found. The betrayal had haunted her for years—she
Rachel couldn’t help but worry. If this really was a serious relationship, then why had Aria kept it a secret from the family?And now, she had to hear about it from a complete stranger. She didn’t even know her daughter had moved out—let alone when or where she was living now. If she wanted to know what Aria’s boyfriend looked like, she had to ask around like an outsider.Rachel felt her chest tighten. After a few steps, she struggled to breathe and pounded her fist against her chest in frustration. While waiting for a cab, she called James.The moment she heard his voice, she didn’t even wait for him to speak. Her words came out fast and sharp, “Your sister’s dating someone—married, even! And she’s moved in with him, all behind our backs. I went to her apartment and no one was there. I had to hear it from her neighbor! What is your sister thinking? Something this big, and she doesn’t tell us? I had to find out from a stranger, like some joke. As her mother, I had no clue. Isn’t th
He was putting so much thought into it, yet Aria worried her mother might dismiss the gesture simply because she didn’t like Archer. She looked at the man still carefully picking out a gift and said softly, “I think that’s good enough.”Archer turned to her. His deep, dark eyes made her flustered, so she looked down and gently ran her fingers over his slender, well-defined hand.Knowing exactly what she was worried about, he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. His voice was low and smooth. “Don’t worry.”---Recently, Rachel had been feeling much better.She’d already heard about Fifi’s wedding. After all, she was staying at Harbour Hospital, a place reserved for those with a bit of power and connections. News spread quickly. Everyone was talking about how Fifi was marrying Mark, the son of Lilian Porter.Rachel guessed Lilianwould probably show up today with wedding photos, bragging non-stop about the extravagant ceremony and the important guests who attended.She let out a col
When Aria said those words, Archer set down his utensils and walked over to the bed. He picked up his phone from the nightstand and dialed a number.“Cancel tomorrow’s schedule.”“…”Still at the dinner meeting discussing a major deal, Henry’s expression twitched as he glanced at the stone-faced Lucas sitting beside him. A headache was already brewing.“Mr. Duncan, does that include the morning meeting?”“No. Keep the plan, but let Aaron attend in my place.”Aria hadn’t expected Archer to cancel his workday just like that. After he hung up, she looked at him and said, “If you’ve got work, don’t change your plans just for this. I can go talk to my mom on my own. It’s fine.”“And if she doesn’t agree? What are you going to do then?” Archer sat beside her and gently took her hand in his long, fair fingers. “Think you can handle it alone?”She lowered her head, clearly unsure. Seeing that, he said softly, “Didn’t I tell you I’d go with you?”Aria leaned forward, resting her forehea
“Did you come back just for me?” Aria asked softly. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your work.”“No,” Archer replied, pressing a light kiss to her forehead. “I was planning to head back around now anyway. And didn’t you tell me to come home earlier? I remembered.”Aria suddenly frowned. “Wait… did you skip dinner?”Before he could answer, she sat up. Judging by the time, it was clear he hadn’t eaten.“You’ve been smoking and drinking on an empty stomach?” Her brows drew together in disapproval. She pursed her lips, clearly not pleased. “Don’t do that again.”Very few people ever told Archer what not to do. And if they did, he never listened.But when she said it—he always did.Watching her fuss over him, the corners of his eyes lifted slightly with amusement.Aria was already slipping out of bed.“Where are you going?” he asked, quickly sitting up and wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. His warm hand rested against her lower belly, and he dipped his head to kiss her ba
The real reason Archer had orchestrated the downfall of the Jackson family wasn’t about business—it was personal.Years ago, David Jackson, Aria’s father, had cheated. He had a mistress, and not just any mistress—she was the woman he truly loved.David had never married Rachel Williams for love. He’d married her for the money the Williams family provided. Back then, David had nothing. It was the Williams that funded the beginnings of his business, laying the foundation for the Jackson family’s fortune.At home, he played the role of a devoted husband and loving father. But it was all an act.After learning that his mistress had given birth to a son and a daughter, he began quietly shifting his assets. The reason the Jackson family never truly rose to power? Because David never intended for it to. From the very beginning, he was planning to hand everything—company, properties, even the prime land in West District—to his secret family.When Archer made his move, David had already st