LOGIN"Ony, are you okay?"
I turned and saw Nicole approaching with a concerned look. So now she was playing the good sister. But when I saw Brandon and his friends behind her, my mood shifted. I didn’t know what came over me. I was really drunk. I looked at Brandon’s emotionless face as he stared at me like I hadn’t been his girlfriend for four years. Would he feel hurt if he saw me with another man? I wanted to know. And when I looked at the man holding me, I made a bold decision. Grabbing his face, I kissed him on the lips. He was taken aback for a moment, but he didn’t push me away. It would have been embarrassing if he had. And after a while, just as I was about to pull back, he kissed me back. The kiss was so good that it ignited a fire inside me. I forgot everything and melted into it. For once, I decided to be careless and do something without thinking about the consequences. By the time we broke the kiss, I was breathing heavily. I glanced at Brandon and saw the shock on his face before his jaw tightened. So it did affect him. I felt a little better. When I looked back at the man, he was still staring at me with a smirk. Under normal circumstances, I would have been embarrassed by what I had done, but the alcohol made me bold. I gave him a sweet smile and wiped the saliva from the corner of his lips with my thumb. "Good night, Mr. King," I said. He raised a brow in amusement, probably surprised that I knew who he was. I didn’t wait for his response. I turned around and left the bar, leaving a few stunned people behind me. That was the boldest thing I had ever done in my life, and I knew I was going to regret it later. ***** "Ony!" The loud banging on my door jolted me awake. I still felt sleepy, and my head hurt like hell, the aftermath of getting drunk. "Ony, come out now!" Another hard bang rattled the door. I groaned. "Who’s shouting like that? What happened?" The pounding only grew louder and more impatient. With no choice left, I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled towards the door before pulling it open. "You shameless girl! What have you done?" The first thing I saw was Aunt Pamela's face. She was seething with rage. I frowned in confusion. She was usually short-tempered, but this… this was far worse than anything I had seen before. Before I could understand anything, she grabbed my wrist and started dragging me down the hallway. "Aunt, What’s going on? Why are you dragging me?" She ignored me completely and continued pulling me towards the living room. Only after we reached the center of the room did she finally let go of me. Confused, I looked around and realized the entire family was gathered there, including my grandmother. She sat stiffly on the couch and her eyes were fixed on the large television mounted on the wall. The moment I looked at the TV, my breath caught in my throat. My picture was displayed across the screen. A picture of me kissing Andreas King last night. There was even a video. My eyes widened in horror. What? Someone had recorded me and leaked it to the media. What was going on? Before I could process anything, my uncle stormed towards me and slapped me hard across the face. "Matthew! How dare you raise your hand on Ony?" my grandmother shouted. "Why shouldn’t I?" he snapped, pointing at the TV. "Didn’t you see the news? It wasn’t enough that she’s the bastard child of this family?... now she’s dragging our family name through the mud with disgraceful acts like this." I shook my head frantically. "What? No… I..." "Shut up," Aunt Pamela hissed. "Don’t even try to make excuses. Nicole saw everything with her own eyes, and Brandon was there too." "Ony…" My grandmother took hold of my hand. I hadn’t even noticed when she came to stand beside me. "I didn’t mean to do it, Granny…" I whispered as tears streamed down my cheeks. "I was drunk." That was the only explanation I could give. How could I possibly tell them that I was heartbroken? That Nicole had pushed and provoked me until I acted recklessly? That in a moment of pain and anger, I kissed a man just to prove something? I was such a fool. My eyes snapped to Nicole. The smirk on her lips when our eyes met told me everything, though no one else noticed it. It had all been a trap. She had deliberately provoked me into doing something stupid, and I had fallen right into it. Was she the one behind the pictures and the video as well? But why would she even do something like that? My uncle and aunt continued pouring out their anger while I stood there silently with my head lowered. But more than their harsh words, what truly hurt me was that Granny had to witness all of this. "Enough. You’ve said enough," Granny finally shouted. "She’s young. People make mistakes." "Mistake?" Aunt Pamela scoffed mockingly. "You call this a mistake?" "Yes," Granny answered firmly. "What’s done is done. We can’t change it now. She’ll learn from this. No one will say another word to her." "You’re spoiling her, Aunt," my uncle muttered. Granny ignored him. Without another word, she took my hand and led me to my room, shutting the door behind us. The moment we were alone, I broke down completely. Granny sat on the edge of my bed while I dropped to my knees in front of her, clutching her legs as my tears fell freely. "I’m sorry, Granny," I cried. "I was drunk and couldn’t think properly. I shouldn’t have done something like that." "It’s alright, Ony." She gently stroked my hair. "Making mistakes at your age is normal." I lifted my tear-filled eyes to look at her. Even after everything that had happened, she hadn’t scolded me once. Now I felt even more ashamed of myself. Blinded by my emotions, I had embarrassed the family and brought shame upon them. More tears rolled down my cheeks. Granny let out a quiet sigh before speaking again. "The real problem is that those pictures and videos reached the media. That’s what worries me. This will affect you badly." Her sympathetic gaze made my face lose all colour. I hadn’t even thought about that before. She was right. I would become a laughingstock. And I wasn’t alone in that video. Mr. King. Andreas King. Oh my God. What had I done? This scandal wouldn’t just ruin me. It could affect him too. What if he became furious? What if he decided to make me pay for dragging his name into this mess? Someone as powerful as him could destroy me without effort. "Granny…" My voice trembled. "Mr. King must be angry." She seemed to understand the gravity of the situation as well, but unlike me, she remained calm. "We’ll deal with this," she assured gently. "Don’t overthink it." But her words failed to ease my fear. Andreas King was the richest and most powerful man in the country. How could ordinary people like us possibly handle someone like him? "For the next few days, don’t go outside," Granny said softly, cupping my tear-stained face in her hands. "Stay home until this scandal settles down." "Okay," I whispered, nodding slowly. She kissed my temple and pulled me into a warm hug."It still feels unreal that you’re getting married in just a few days," Granny said with a warm smile. "Soon, you’ll have a family of your own." I shook my head. "You and Grandpa were my first family, Granny. You’ll always be my family. Everyone else comes after you." We sat together on the garden bench, slowly sipping coffee from our mugs. The peaceful morning air and Granny’s company made everything feel comforting. But moments like this had become rare ever since I started working at the office. "You grew up so quickly, my child," she murmured as she gently caressed my hair. "I’m going to miss you." The sadness in her voice made my heart ache. And honestly, there was something that had been troubling me for the past few days as well. After marrying Andreas, I would have to leave Granny behind in this house. Would Uncle Matthew and his family take proper care of her? Granny already spent most of her days alone, either sitting in the garden or staying quietly in her room.
The moment I stepped into the living room, I saw Nicole and Aunt Pamela sitting together, excitedly looking at something on their phones. And sitting beside them was Brandon’s mother, Celina, calmly sipping coffee from a cup. Aunt Jasmine was with them as well, and judging by the way they were gathered together, it seemed like something was going on. Oh, right. How could I forget? Yesterday evening, Brandon and Nicole had announced that their wedding would take place next month. Nicole was naturally on cloud nine. The moment the announcement was made, she had started planning everything with so much excitement that no one in the house could possibly miss it. She had even taken a break from work at the company just to focus entirely on planning her dream wedding. And here I was. My own wedding was only a few days away, yet there was no excitement, no planning... nothing at all. I let out a sigh. Lowering my head, I quietly made my way towards my room, hoping to avoid them. "Oh..
Climbing out of the cab, I looked at the bar in front of me. It was the most luxurious and expensive bar in the city. Of course, Andreas King wouldn't go to just any bar. Taking a deep breath, I walked towards the entrance. However, just as I was about to walk inside, one of the guards stepped in front of me. "Madam, may I see your pass?" "Pass?" I blinked, caught off guard. Of course. A place this exclusive would require a pass. The problem was, I didn't have one. "I..." I hesitated. "I'm sorry, but you can't enter without one," the guard said flatly, dismissing me. "But I'm here to meet someone." The guard didn't even bother looking at me. His gaze remained fixed ahead. "Please step aside. You're blocking the entrance," the other guard added. I stood there with my mouth slightly open, completely at a loss. With no other choice, I stepped away from the entrance and stood a short distance from the door. Pulling out my phone, I dialed Diago's number. He answered afte
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I knew what was going through the minds of almost every board member in the room. They all believed I had been handed this position because of Andreas. In their eyes, I had never been worthy of anything. They had made that very clear over the years. Every design I created was either ignored or credited to someone else. Their excuse was always the same... I lacked experience. Even when my work was selected, my name was often removed as the designer. They called me useless and claimed I had only gotten the job because I was Gerald Watson's granddaughter. The irony was almost laughable. Nicole had been just as inexperienced when she was appointed the head of the jewelry brand. Yet no one questioned her qualifications the way they questioned mine. But I refused to let their doubtful stares shake my confidence. I had expected this from the moment I made that deal with uncle Matthew, and I wasn't about to back down now. Yes, I had agreed to marry Andreas, but not without setting my own c







