INICIAR SESIÓNHow did Bethany get so lucky? No wonder she had such guts. Why did the Gods have to favor Bethany with such a perfect man? Vivian was burning with jealousy. But hold on a minute, wasn't Jonathan Mason engaged to Yvonne Janson? Yvonne Janson was the daughter of the Janson family and the heir to the Janson Company. If Yvonne found out, Bethany would be completely done for. The next morning, Bethany brought Soraye tea, who was nursing a terrible headache. "I just dropped the kids at school. They were worried about you," Bethany said as she helped Soraye sit up. "I'm sorry I made you worry" " Have a drink." Soraye took a sip of the tea and felt a little better. "Soraye, can you tell me what's bothering you? Why did you have to go to that bar?" Soraye turned her face away. "Bethany, I'm fine." "No, you are not. And if you are not going to tell me, I'll just take it as you don't need me as a friend anymore." Soraye panicked a little and caught Bethany's fingers. "My parents want me
"Your salary will be deducted according to company policy," Bethany said, her voice cutting through the room like ice. The team members exchanged uneasy glances. Why was the director suddenly being so harsh? "I won't tolerate these kinds of incidents under my watch," Bethany continued, her gaze sweeping over them. "Treat everyone with respect. You never know who might get lucky next." By the time the meeting adjourned, the entire team realized one thing: their new director was not someone to trifle with. After picking up the kids from kindergarten, Bethany headed straight back to Pearlson Pavilion. Dinner was lively, but the children wouldn't stop asking about their favourite aunt. "Mommy, where is Aunt Soraye?" Once she finally tucked the kids into bed, Bethany dialled Soraye ’s number. It rang out. Sensing something was wrong, she opened her tracking app. The glowing dot on the map pinned Soraya's location to a local bar. What was Soraye doing at a bar at this hour? W
"Mister, you are so handsome!" Jonathan was taken aback by the little girl. Looking down at her small, milky-white face, his heart melted instantly. Feeling no aversion to her presence, he lowered himself to meet her eye level. "What's your name?" he asked, softening his voice as much as possible. "I'm Sofia, mommy's little treasure," Sofia replied, blinking her large eyes. "Mister, do you have a wife? If not, I can let you marry my mommy." Jonathan froze. Who on earth was this girl's mother? "Who is your mother?" "She stepped out and I can't find her," Sofia said, her lower lip trembling with grievance. "Don't worry, I'll help you look for her." Jonathan took her small hand in his. He walked slowly, intentionally shortening his stride to match her tiny steps. Passersby instantly recognized Jonathan as the richest man in the city. Whispers broke out among the crowd. When did the elusive billionaire get such a cute daughter? The resemblance between the two was uncanny.
"This is an order from the court, Mr. Cullen. Vacate the Cullen family mansion and never appear within one centimeter of Miss Bethany." The man in the suit presented the document. A court order. The Cullen family—how could this be happening? Where did Bethany get this kind of backing? Even the court was on her side. Mr. Cullen found himself breaking into a cold sweat. "Bethany, please. I regret everything I have done. I am still your father—" Bethany looked at him coldly and snorted. "You wish." She turned on her heel and strutted out of the mansion. "Honey, what are we going to do?" Lilian panicked, turning to her husband. She couldn't believe this was happening. That small, timid bird, Bethany had suddenly come back to life—and with terrifyingly strong backing. Her aura, the way she carried herself, felt completely unfamiliar. How could someone transform so much in just seven years? "We will have to move out for now and find an apartment. Only when we settle down can we fig
"You are a married woman, yet you are still out here flirting with other men?" Jonathan’s tone was filled with pure disgust. Married? Bethany stared at him, completely confused. When did she get married, and exactly who was she supposed to be married to? She couldn't understand why she kept bumping into this incredibly annoying man. "Am I married to you?" she fired back, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Do you even know the meaning of shame?" Jonathan's piercing, cold eyes locked onto hers. His gaze was fueled by deep anger and irritation. What was wrong with this man? Bethany wondered. When had she ever flirted with anyone, and why was he acting like her husband? "Whoever you are, I don't have time to play games with you," Bethany said flatly. She turned on her heel, walked right past him, and left the restroom without looking back. Jonathan watched her retreating figure, his hands clenching into fists. David married such a loose woman, flirting with random men in a public r
David took Bethany and the kids to the five-star restaurant. The kids ordered spicy food, but Bethany didn't feel like eating that, so she ordered steak instead. They sat and ate like one big family, even though they weren't. The kids were happy in their hearts; they thought maybe their mother would marry Uncle David and give them a complete family. "Mommy, why didn't you invite Aunty Soraya out for dinner with us?" Sofia asked, her brilliant eyes shining brightly. Bethany smiled and rubbed her hair. "Your Aunty Soraya is very busy at work; I can't let you disturb her. She will be back; don't worry." "You're always about Soraya. I know you want to gossip." Derrick smiled, and Sofia puffed her cheeks. She retorted, "You are the gossip." "Mommy, they are bullying me." Sofia puffed her cheeks and acted cute. "Who dares to bully my cute baby?" Bethany turned to the boys with a serious expression. "No one," Derrick smiled awkwardly. Alex just ate quietly as he watched t







