“I can give you 1.5 million. And you can try to raise the rest. I am not marrying that cretin.” Her voice dropped to a low, steady tone as she spoke. Her eyes narrowed with determination, and her mouth formed a thin line. Cathleen behaved more like William, but unlike Avery, she wasn’t a spoiled brat. Her unnerving composure sent shivers down William's spine as he braced himself for her to explode in anger. Instead, she spoke with cold precision, delivering her words like sharpened daggers that cut through the tension in the room.
“Marrying Finn is our only option for Grandma’s survival. Baby girl, please. Grandma is counting on you.” Grandma's name triggered a range of emotions within her. She couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and nostalgia, but at the same time, there was a tinge of guilt and regret. Her face betrayed these conflicting emotions as she let out a heavy sigh.
“6 months. I will marry that jerk for only 6 months, and we will be done. Do not expect me to have children with that fool. Do not expect me to appear on public occasions with him because I feel nothing for him and I am not an escort. Call him and tell him my condition. If he agrees, then we can go ahead.” Cathleen's gaze turns cold as she looks at her father, finally realizing that she has no place in this family. Their constant lack of love and never-ending attempts to humiliate her boil over inside her, pushing her to cut all ties with them once and for all. She sees them for who they truly are: manipulative and toxic, and she knows it's time to break free. Cathleen's lips curl upwards, revealing a flash of white teeth, but her eyes remain cold and distant. “Oh, and father, there is another condition.” William slowly lifts his head, locking eyes with his daughter. His face remains hardened and stoic, and his emotions are guarded behind a wall of steel. But then, unexpectedly, Cathleen smiles at him, her bright expression penetrating through his defenses like a ray of sunlight breaking through storm clouds.
“What condition?” William's voice trembled as he finally mustered the courage to ask, but his words were cut off by the sharp glint in his daughter's eyes. She pinned him with a sly grin, causing his heart to race and his palms to sweat. He could feel her power over him, like a predator toying with its prey.
“You and your wife have always used every opportunity you have to embarrass me. You lie to the public that I am an adopted child. You never acknowledge that I am your first child or that you were previously married to my mother before marrying Dora.” Cathleen has never called her father's wife by her name; she has always called her mom, but today the girl just called her by her first name.
“I have nothing against Dora, and I respect her, but she has never considered me a member of this family, and you, Father, have allowed all of this to happen under your roof. I have been bullied in this house and turned into a slave all these years, and you never did or said anything. So since I am an embarrassment and you have no intention of telling anyone I am your daughter, I want to cut all ties with you and your precious family.”
“No, you are doing this for Grandma, remember, and since when did you start calling me by my first name?” Dora's voice drips with desperation as she plots to use Cathleen as a pawn in her game to uncover the elusive owner of Knight Group International. She schemes and manipulates, hoping that by marrying Finn, Cathleen will lead her straight to the source. But as Dora's conniving words spill out, Cathleen's gaze hardens into a piercing stare, like a wolf ready to pounce on its prey. No longer willing to be a victim of Dora's cruel games, she stands tall and fierce, unafraid to speak her truth. The once meek and timid girl has transformed into a force to be reckoned with, shocking Dora, who never expected this fierce defiance from someone she had always seen as weak.
“I wasn’t talking to you, Dora.” Cathleen's voice dropped to a low, commanding pitch that sent shivers down Dora's spine, making her want to leap out of her seat. Gone was the timid girl, now replaced by a force to be reckoned with.
“How dare you call me Dora? I am your mother!" Dora's face contorted with rage as she yelled, her eyes bulging and red, like a wild animal about to attack. Meanwhile, Cathleen's smile was sly and knowing, her eyes glinting with determination and defiance.
“Listen, your name is Dora; you have one child, not two. Never think you can walk all over me; I am not a pushover." Cathleen says this as she now turns to face her father. "Grandma is your mother, not mine, Father. Do you think I don’t know that you are lying about her health? Well, if anything, I know for a fact that this union is not about grandma’s medical bills; it’s about the both of you feeding your egos and you." She said, pointing a finger at Dora, “Stop daydreaming; never will I call a dog like you, Mother! Get that!” Her words hung in the air like a heavy stone, each one a sharp and deliberate attack. William's blood boiled as he fought the urge to defend his wife's honor, knowing it would only push Cathleen further away. He clenched his jaw in frustration, feeling powerless as she continued to raise her voice, her disdain and disregard for his wife cutting deep. But he stayed silent, knowing that if he spoke out of turn, she might walk away from the marriage, leaving him with no status in the city.
“Why are you giving us conditions? We raised you. You owe us.” Dora ranted, her voice rising to a fever pitch as she spewed venom at Cathleen. This was her tried-and-true tactic, one that never failed to get her way in the past. And Cathleen, always feeling indebted to them, would do whatever it took to keep them happy. But this time, something inside of Cathleen snapped, and she refused to be a puppet any longer, standing up for herself with a ferocity that shook Dora to her core.
“How much?” Cathleen has grown colder over the years. The sweet girl everyone knew was gone. Not even a man could soften her heart. It was as if the girl didn’t have a heart at all; she was stone cold. The two looked at each other and couldn’t answer. Cathleen is where she is today, with no one’s help, not even her own father. She worked part-time to pay for her studies. The two didn’t answer as she continued to stare down at them. Cathleen arched an eyebrow at them, asking them to say how much they had spent on her, but no one spoke.Cathleen's once warm and kind demeanor has hardened into a chilling coldness over the years. Not even the presence of a man could thaw her frozen heart. It was as if she had no heart at all, made of stone and impenetrable. As the two faced each other in silence, neither able to answer nor understand this distant version of Cathleen, it became clear that she had clawed her way to where she was today on her own, without anyone's help or guidance—not even h
Xavier was balls deep inside his latest blonde when his phone chimed across the nightstand. He dove deeper into the blonde, which resulted in the blonde letting out a piercing shriek of anguish. It was no wonder the man was called a sex Adonis. Gazing up at her from below, his eyes were filled with a sense of boredom. With a sudden burst of energy, he delivered a forceful thrust that caused her to arch her back in agony. The sharp pain radiated through her body, leaving her gasping for air and struggling to remain upright. She could feel the intensity of his gaze on her as she tried to regain her composure. His piercing stare seemed to penetrate deep into her soul, filling her with an unsettling feeling.While he was still inside her, he tried to see the caller ID by looking across the nightstand, but he couldn’t. The girl's toes curled, and she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer with fierce urgency. Her body pressed against his, aching for every inch of con
The screams tore out her lungs but were muffled by his hand. He pounded her kitty with quick, forceful thrusts. His balls were slapping her ass while she hung on to her dear life. Xavier's jaw clenched tight as he pounded into her mercilessly, each thrust filled with a raw primal force. Her body shook and trembled beneath him, unable to withstand the intense pressure he inflicted upon her. He gave no reprieve, driven by an insatiable desire to dominate and conquer. Ignoring her screams while his cock was buried deep within her, he took out his phone to call his assistant while still pumping into the blonde"Look into the girl; my father wants me to marry. Find out everything about her; don't leave anything." He ordered.But his assistant asked him for the name of the girl, and then he suddenly recalled that the old man didn’t tell him the name of the girl. That angered him, and he took out all his frustration on the girl he was currently banging. He bit so hard on his lower lip as he
Cathleen's body trembled with anger as she gritted her teeth, the bitter taste of betrayal lingering on her tongue. She had always felt like an outsider in her own family, constantly overlooked and mistreated by her stepmother and stepsister. But it was her father's passive acceptance that fueled her rage. For years, he stood by while his wife and daughter tore her down. And now, Cathleen couldn't take it any longer; she wanted to sever all ties with them and cut off the toxic roots that were suffocating her spirit.Cathleen was determined to leave her toxic family behind and start anew. From a young age, she endured the pain of feeling unwanted and unloved by her own father. He never once stood up for her, even when others cruelly labeled her as an illegitimate child. His silence only fueled her feelings of worthlessness. And when she was mercilessly bullied, he turned a blind eye while his wife and daughter made her life a living hell. But it wasn't until Cathleen discovered Avery h
As she sat there, her fingers trembled as she clenched them into tight fists, her body shaking with a seething rage that threatened to consume her. The thought of Finn's betrayal flooded her mind like a raging river, filling her with a burning desire for revenge. She vowed to make him suffer, to turn their once-promising marriage into a living hell. With a deep breath, she composed herself and waited to be summoned outside the room, ready to unleash her fury upon him.The door swung open with a suddenness that made Cathleen jump. An old man, looking both stern and impressive, stepped into the room. He immediately locked eyes with Cathleen, and his previously severe expression dissolved into a wide smile.“We meet again, Cathleen Jackson.” She was about to explain to him that her name had changed and that she was no longer Jackson when she grinned.“Grandpa.” She got closer so she could hug the elderly man. The man then flashed a grin. Since she was with Finn, she used to call old Mr.
Dora’s anxiety level began to rise when she realized that Finn was nowhere to be found. She began to gnaw her nails as she became increasingly concerned that Finn would be late for the wedding, which could result in the ceremony being postponed. She couldn't afford for the wedding to be canceled. Cathleen had to marry Finn so her daughter could marry the owner of Knight Group International.“What’s taking so long for the groom to show up? How can a man be late for his own wedding?” Dora asked, but her husband didn't answer, as if he had tried telling her what was happening, Dora might have tried to cause a scene.Suddenly, the bride’s song was being played. Cathleen walked down the aisle with her head held high and a proud smile on her face. Despite being surrounded by guests in fancy attire, she stood out like a masterpiece in a room full of sketches. The strapless wedding dress hugged her slim frame perfectly, highlighting her alluring collarbones and curves. Every step she took exu
Xavier's eyes bore into Cathleen as he strode towards her, determined to make her acknowledge his presence. He couldn't tear his gaze away from her, taking in her every feature with a mix of fascination and desire. Despite his efforts, she remained oblivious to him, refusing to even glance in his direction. With each passing moment, Xavier grew more fixated on her appearance, unable to look away. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he found the courage to speak.“I apologize for my tardiness; I’m coming from a distant state.”His tone did not even remotely suggest that he was sorry about anything. Cathleen eventually came to the realization that the man standing in front of her could not be Finn. Cathleen quickly jerked her head to look at the man standing in front of her. He wasn’t Finn. She looked at old Mr. Knight and then at the man in front of her. As she gazed at him, her face remained void of any emotion. But her brows were furrowed in confusion as if she were trying t
Xavier was surrounded by his lawyer and assistant, feeling the weight of his father's expectations pressing down on him. As he made his way back to the lavish wedding reception, he couldn't help but feel a sense of resentment towards his father for forcing him into a marriage he didn't want. The thought of pretending to be a dutiful husband filled him with dread, yet at the same time, he couldn't shake off the feeling of obligation towards his family. With each step closer to his father, Xavier's conflicted emotions grew stronger.“There you are. Where is your bride? I bet she has already left because she hates your guts.” The man's body swayed in rhythm with the music, his arms gracefully stretching and twisting as his feet moved seamlessly across the dance floor. A smug smirk played on his lips as he spoke to Xavier.“Well, that makes the two of us,” he said as he continued to stare at the man in front of him. “Who is she? I thought I was going to get married to Avery Jackson." Xavi