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Brooklyn turned to Ziva and said, her tone laced with quiet disappointment, “Some people have such narrow minds. Tell me, what exactly is the shame in being a janitor? Or does this house only respect people with titles and pedigrees?”Ziva was caught off guard. She had expected a fragile orphan she could break with a few well-placed insults, but Brooklyn’s unflinching composure told a different story. She realized that her new sister-in-law wasn’t a pushover to be bullied.Ziva’s mouth hung open, her words dying in her throat as she struggled to find a comeback. Unable to speak, she glared at Brooklyn, her eyes burning with a raw, unchecked hatred.Across the table, Preston shot his wife a warning glare, his eyes like shards of ice, silently commanding her to submit. However, Brooklyn ignored his cold gaze entirely, which made his authority feel hollow.Her mother-in-law slammed her hand against the dining table and shrieked, her voice vibrating against the walls, “How dare you! A girl
At the James family residence, when Ziva heard the sound of the car, she stepped outside the mansion. She then stood in the driveway, her posture stiff and her hands firmly on her hips.She wasn’t there to offer a warm welcome to her new sister-in-law. Her presence was a silent, cold threat designed to intimidate Brooklyn before a single word was even spoken. She wanted to avenge her best friend, Vavica.Brooklyn got out of her car, then she met Ziva’s glare with a steady, unbreakable gaze. She didn't look like a nervous newcomer. However, she looked like a woman who had already weathered enough chaos to be immune to Ziva's petty power plays.Ziva stepped forward and linked her arm through her brother’s, pulling him toward the mansion as if her brother’s wife didn't exist.Preston allowed himself to be led, his silence a stinging betrayal as they vanished into the living room together. Ziva paused at the door, then she glanced back with a look of pure, cold satisfaction before disappea
In the dining room, Vivica sat at the long dining table, her bandaged feet hidden beneath her silk gown, looking small and fragile.She lowered her eyes to hide the flicker of resentment still burning inside her heart. She spoke with a quiet, practiced humility and said, "Grandpa, I have come to apologize for my rebellious conduct.I let my impulses get the better of me, and I deeply regret it. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."For a moment, the room fell still, leaving nothing but the steady, rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock to fill the void.Vivica kept her head bowed, playing the part of the penitent to perfection. She knew that if she wanted to see Preston. She had to get back into Grandpa’s good graces first.Her grandfather didn't soften his gaze. He let the silence stretch until Vivica’s shoulders began to tremble.Finally, he leaned forward, his massive frame casting a shadow that seemed to swallow the light from the dining table.His eyes cut throug
Hiram ran a hand over his face, the exhaustion etched into every line of his features, and said, "I am at my wits’ end, Jason. She won’t listen. I have begged, threatened, and reasoned until I am blue in the face, but she has dug her heels in over that man.Do you know what she did the previous day? She sacked Uncle Raymond on the spot because the poor man was in the way of her secret rendezvous with Preston.”Jason couldn’t believe his ears and asked, “So, who is taking her to the university, Hiram?”A faint, satisfied smile played on Hiram’s handsome face. The amusement was clear in his voice, and he replied, “Grandpa finally stepped in. He told her that if she is old enough to fire the family driver, she is old enough to find her way to the university.Jason, you should have seen her face. The shock alone was worth it. She looked like the world had just ended.”Jason laughed out loud, clutching his sides as if they might split, and said, “Please tell me she didn’t actually walk the
Vivica threw herself on the bed, then she pulled out her phone and dialed her best friend, Ziva James, crying. She sobbed sorrowfully and said, “Hello, Ziva. I am sorry for what I said. I was so hurt that you kept your brother’s marriage a secret from me.”After a brief silence, Ziva’s voice came through, soft and forgiving, and she replied, “It’s water under the bridge, Viv. I actually wanted to apologize to you this morning, but you didn’t come to class. Are you okay, Viv? You don’t sound like yourself.”Vivica wiped her tears, and she said, “My grandfather cut off my transport. I had to walk from the manor to the main gate on foot, Ziva. It’s a sixty-minute walk, and my feet are ruined, covered in blisters.When your brother came to pick me up, Hiram chased him away like a criminal. I have never felt so alone, Ziva.”Ziva felt sorry for her best friend and replied, “Don’t worry, Viv. I will ask the family driver to pick you up tomorrow morning.” Vivica thanked her profusely, then t
Preston opened and closed his mouth, but nothing came forth. He was already planning to use his grandfather as a shield to keep his nominal wife bound to him for two years. His silence was too heavy, his excuses too convenient.Brooklyn realized with a sinking heart that she was being played. Her husband-in-name didn't want the annulment on Monday any more than he wanted it today.He was masking a truth that would likely change everything, and the more he stayed silent, the more certain she became.Brooklyn looked at him without blinking, her patience finally snapped, and asked, "What was the real reason you married me, President James? Don't even think about lying to me. I want the truth, right now."Preston didn’t dare to tell her that he married her for the company shares. He decided to tell half-truths.There was a flicker of pain in Preston’s eyes, and the bitterness in his tone was real, “My father walked out on my pregnant mother for his mistress. My half-brother came back to fi
In the meantime, at Faith Church, Brooklyn was sitting opposite Pastor Gabriel for counseling. She looked at Pastor Gabriel, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.She whispered, her voice breaking, and said, “Pastor Gabriel, on my birthday, I registered my marriage with a man I thought loved me.U
For years, the Cartwright family had maintained a strict ritual of gathering for breakfast, rooted in the grim philosophy that tomorrow is promised to no one.However, on this particular morning, the dining table remained incomplete. Vivica decided to stay in her bedroom.When the family butler arri
Hiram was shocked to hear that his baby sister was seen getting into a married man’s car. He looked at his brothers and replied, “When I was at the university, I saw Preston in the parking lot.I made it clear that he must stay away from my sister. I won't stand by while she drags our family’s repu
At the Cartwright family estate, Mr Cartwright Senior looked at his granddaughter coldly and said, “I am so disappointed in you, Vivica. Please read the text message that you have sent to Raymond.”Vivica pulled out her phone from her jeans, then she started reading the text message, “Pick me up at







