CHAPTER 32   Chris Duvier smiled lovingly at the woman beside him. She is wearing a classic simple black dress and red Prada shoes. Her hair gently falls on her shoulder, framing a delicate face that made millions of men and women fall in love with her. She is enchanting, and he owns her. When she returns to his life, Chris knows that Lea is the only woman for him. True, he has many women in his life, but nobody can compare with what he feels for Lea Walden. They pale in comparison. Their relationship seems perfect except for one thing, Agnes.  That woman can twist his inside and drive him to madness for an unknown reason. He hated her, and yet she could draw so much emotion from him that it blinded his reasoning and the will to resist her. It is also why Lea seems hesitant to plunge into a relationship with him. She told him frankly that Agnes might not be the best person, but she was her sister, and she loved her. Lea would need him to divorce her

CHAPTER 34   Agnes stared at the back of her husband longingly. He was standing by the window looking at the party below. She wanted to touch him, but something was not right. He seems more distant to her. As if their loving moment that morning did not happen.  She sat down in one of the wing chairs in a corner. Her legs felt suddenly weak as if a heavy load descended upon her. In silence, Agnes watched him. She was waiting for the ice to break between them. He turns around as if realizing that he is not alone. His grey eyes pinned her down deeper to the chair she was seating. "I have something to tell you…" he said coldly. Chris decided to inform his wife about the ring and his relationship with Lea. He feared that she might discover about it from other people. The

CHAPTER 36 The sudden departure of Agnes Duvier, made all the tongues waggle. Even, Chris Duvier’s friends wondered what could have triggered the sudden exit of the wife of the famous billionaire. Is divorce now on the table? They wondered if there was a prenuptial before they were married. They know that Walden has a good lineage but they are not rich. Chris could stand to lose much of his wealth if a separation on the table. Money is not everything in the business world. A good name is also an asset and the Walden has that history and name that was well respected by some snobbish elite in the world they dwelled in. Marrying Agnes has given Chris Duvier an edge. “I don’t think Duvier can easily be fooled. If he entered the marriage game, I’m sure he got an ace on his sleeve.” “Hmmm… probably.” The man nod absently. “I heard from an unconfirmed source, that it was the girl who wanted the marriage.” “You know what, I think there was some grain to that

CHAPTER 38   Chris Duvier gasped for air. He felt his heart breaking with grief. He cannot breathe, his body covered with cold sweat. “Agnes!” he screams her name in pain. The woman beside him scrambled in surprise and looked at the man beside him having a nightmare. She was scared shitless when he heard his voice, “Chris are you alright? What happen?” He stared with glazed eyes at the woman beside him. He was confused. The room looks strange. It was not his bedroom. “Where’s Agnes?” he demanded. She pouted, “Darling, I don’t care about your wife. Don’t insult me by calling her name in my bedroom!” Chris stood up and pulled his trousers and shirt. “Where are you going?” The woman angrily throws a pillow at him. He ignored her and left the room. He cannot remember what happened last night. He was too drunk. He can’t even remember where he parks his car. He walked at the side of the road, looking for his car.

CHAPTER 40        Be brave…deep breath…, Lina Summers told herself over and over. She stared at the bank façade apprehensively. She needed the loan to fund her business. If she failed to get the fund, she might be laying off people who rely on her. The idea of losing anyone of her employees felt her with dread.      Lina squared her shoulder and flipped her short black hair. She took a step toward the bank. She breezes in inside, her eyes seeking the loan division. She saw the loan manager waving at her. He was a customer in her bakeshop. Once a week, Ron Palmer visited her quint shop and ordered his favorite custard cake.      Lina smiled and wave back at the man. She moves towards the small table in a cubicle. Ron stood up and shake her hand.      “Please have a seat, Lina.” Ron beamed at the beautiful woman in front of him. She was a sight. Her short blunt-