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At that moment, her eldest brother, Hiram, and Jason walked up to them. Hiram looked at his sister with a stern expression and asked, "What are you doing here, Vivica?”Looking as though she had just spotted a lifesaver, Vivica rushed to him and cried, “Big brother, you have to fire Brooklyn for me right now. I nearly broke my ankle because she didn't put a " Wet Floor " sign out.”Hiram turned his gaze to Jason and asked dryly, “Do you really think an employee should be fired just because she forgot a warning sign?”Vivica nodded eagerly, and she replied, "Of course, Big Brother. Can someone with her meager salary even afford my medical expenses?”Before her brother could speak, the supervisor intervened, looking directly at President Cartwright, and said, “Miss is lying, Sir. We don't have anyone named Brooklyn in my department, and besides, we only used a vacuum on the floors today.”The supervisor's words hung in the air like a heavy sentence, stripping away every ounce of Vivica's
When Hiram arrived for the meeting, he stopped in his tracks, completely puzzled to find his best friend staring into space. He waved a hand in front of his frozen face and asked, “What happened, Jason?”A radiant smile lit up Jason’s handsome face as he looked at his best friend and replied, “My future wife just invited me out for lunch this coming Saturday. I couldn't have asked for a better present, Hiram.”Seeing Jason completely smitten again brought a true wave of happiness to him. Hiram smiled warmly and said, “Congratulations, my best friend. You deserve all the happiness in the world.” Then they walked to the boardroom.After parting ways with Mr Ashford, Brooklyn headed straight to her office and dialled the Forensic Psychologist's private clinic to book the mandatory counselling. Luck was on her side; a last-minute cancellation had just opened up a slot for that very evening.Brooklyn immediately dialled Grandpa James’ number to deliver the good news. When the call was conne
The harsh morning sun cut through the sheer curtains of the honeymoon suite, casting bright streaks across the Italian leather couch.Preston blinked his eyes open, his head throbbing with a brutal hangover from the alcohol. Every muscle in his back ached from sleeping uncomfortably in his expensive, wrinkled suit.He bolted upright when he heard the crisp rustle of fabric across the room. His nominal wife was already awake.She was standing in front of the full-length mirror, stunning in a custom-made knee-length blue dress. Her breathtaking beauty was only enhanced by the professional aura she radiated.Despite the long night, her graceful presence remained flawless. She paid absolutely no attention to her husband as he awkwardly scrambled to his feet.Preston caught his breath, completely disarmed by his nominal wife’s striking beauty. A genuine compliment formed in his mind, and it took every ounce of his stubborn pride to swallow it down.At that moment, Butler Stewart knocked on
Butler Stewart kept his hands folded neatly behind his back, his posture perfectly straight. His face showed absolutely no emotion, completely unbothered by his boss’s furious gaze.Butler Stewart looked at his boss, and he repeated, his voice smooth and professional, “Sir, Mr James Senior stated that the legal wife of the James family belonged in the honeymoon suite, and the staff carried out his orders without question.”The alcohol in his veins seemed to instantly evaporate, replaced by a cold, hollow dread. His grandfather hadn't just made a decision; he had intentionally kept him in the dark.Preston looked at Butler Stewart with a confused expression and asked, “Why was I not notified when Brooklyn moved into the mansion, Stewart?"Butler Stewart didn't blink. He kept his hands neatly folded behind his back, his face a perfectly blank mask of high-society professionalism. He looked at his boss and replied, “Mr James Senior forbade us from warning you, Sir.”The words felt like a
Preston’s mood turned dark and sullen, and he walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the city lights, completely lost in thought. A light rain began to patter against the windows.Despite missing Vivica terribly, Preston flatly refused to let her take his devotion for granted. He decided it was time to teach her a lesson by making her realize exactly what she stood to lose.His best friend, Hugh Bolt, approached him, then he clapped a hand on his shoulder, and asked with a knowing smirk, “Trouble in paradise, my friend?”For years, Preston’s friends watched him love Vivica with every fiber of his being. The revelation that he had taken vows with someone else felt like a slap in the face.Preston shook his head and muttered, “I don’t want to talk about it, Hugh. Please leave me alone for a minute.”Hugh raised his hands in a silent gesture of understanding and stepped back, granting Preston the solitude he clearly demanded.Vivica was so angry that she threw the phon
In the meantime, at the Cartwright family residence, Vivica was sitting on her bed with her eyes glued to her phone as she desperately waited for Preston’s call.Ever since the devastating moment he told her that loving her was his greatest regret, she had been plagued by severe insomnia.She had bombarded him with text messages and voice notes, all to no avail, and the intense distress had even caused her to lose weight.At that moment, her phone finally started ringing, and she eagerly answered, “Hello, my love. I thought you were still angry with me.”Ziva was taken aback and replied, “Viv, it's me. What happened between you and my brother?”Embarrassed and angry at her own vulnerability, Vivica quickly masked her desperation and replied sharply, “Nothing happened, Ziva. It was just a misunderstanding. Why are you calling me this late anyway?”Ziva squeezed her phone tightly, pacing her bedroom floor, and she replied, “Grandfather just had the butler move that cheap substitute into
In the meantime, at the James family mansion, Preston was in the study room with his grandfather, Walter James. He handed over the marriage certificate to him. His grandfather smiled brightly and said, “Well done, my precious grandson.”However, when he saw the name of his grandson’s bride, the smi
Brooklyn stepped through the heavy wooden doors and walked across the polished marble, and approached Mr James Senior with a faint smile on her stunning face. Mr James Senior’s stern face immediately melted into a proud smile.Despite the exhausting hours she had just spent performing a grueling byp
Dr Langa's expression softened, his strict professionalism melting away into that of a protective father figure, and he said, “I know that moving into that man's mansion is going to test every ounce of your emotional endurance.Look at it clinically, Brooklyn. Since you don't love him anymore, he is
At the parking lot of Home Affairs, Brooklyn Rogers was looking at her marriage certificate, grinning from ear to ear. She couldn’t believe that she was really married.She pinched herself to confirm that she was not hallucinating. Finally, she was going to have a home.Her husband, Preston James,







