Third Person’s POV . Next Morning!! “I’m going out for some important work and will be back after an hour or two. So, Jake!! Make sure that Brandon doesn't leave his room for a drink. As for now, Brandon is still inside.”, Bruce instructed Jake before leaving for the mall when that kid bought the toys. “But, sir, he doesn’t even want to look my face.”, Jake said in a low tone. “You shouldn’t have said those things in the first place.” “Okay! I agree that I shouldn’t have raised that topic in that way, but I really did see twin boys who were a carbon copy of Brandon, Sir. And they were so cute and adorable. That’s why…” “Your eyes are playing tricks with you, Jake. Nothing else. Brandon doesn’t have any kids, not until now, okay? Now, forget about that those kids if you don’t want Brandon to leave you in this unknown country. “Noted, sir.” “Great. In case of any emergency, just call me.”, Saying this, Bruce left from there. Jake was scared to check on Brandon in his room. That

Third Person’s POV . A few hours ago!! Though Brandon had managed to come out of his room in search of Alcohol, he was having a hard time standing straight with the headache that he had had since morning. Thankfully, the hotel in which he was staying had a bar in front of it, so he didn’t need to go far in search of Alcohol. He grabbed the seat on the bar before ordering. “One, Spirytus Vodka.”, he said to the bartender, and he looked at Brandon as if he was some beggar who had walked in there out of nowhere. But the bartender didn’t offend him, thinking he might have come here with some Billionaire boss. He offered him the drink he wanted. After finishing five pegs, he asked for more. That’s when the bartender asked. “Can you even pay? Or planning to have fun with your boss’s money?” “Boss’s Money? I’m the boss here.”, Brandon said, chuckling. “Yes! You are the boss, and I’m the president.”, That Bartender mocked. “What … what kind of tone is that?” “The same tone which beg

Third Person’s POV . “Is everything fine, doctor?” Sophia asked even though that nurse had given her a slight idea that everything wasn’t fine. “No.”, He said bluntly and looked at Bruce. “You are?” “I’m Brandon’s best friend, Bruce Collin.” “Best friend? So, I believe, unlike his Ex-wife, you would know that he was on a suicide mission?” “Yes, doctor.” “Since when has he been drinking?” “The night since his Ex-wife left him, in short, approx, four and half years OR around it. I don’t remember the exact tell the date.”, Bruce replied, and Sophia looked at him in shock. And then Eden, who nodded her head, silently telling her that ‘she would sense truth from his mouth.’ “Oh! Interesting. It seems like he loved his Ex-wife ….”, The doctor looked at Sophia before continuing. “... a lot. Please don’t mind me asking, but he loved her so much; then why didn’t they patch up or even let her go in the first place?” “He let her go, but he was an idiot, and they never patched up because

Third Person's POV . Once they left, Bruce spoke, “I haven’t seen you happy or laughing in all these years. Why did you not let me tell about them to Uncle?” “Because they are Sophia’s kids first, and she is their mother, and it should be her decision with whom her kids should keep contact and with whom shouldn’t. Anyway, leave it, can you arrange …. “Dare you say ALCOHOL’s name again, Brandon. Or I will kill you first before Alcohol.”, Bruce hissed. “Do you have any idea what this operation is about?” he asked angrily. “Both your kidneys have failed, damn it! And if you won’t change your habit, then you will die.” “Okay! I get it. Please, just one more time.”, Bradon requested, on which Bruce glared at him. “It’s a straight NO. Now, stay here. I’m going to inform the doctor that you’re ready for the operation now.” Brandon sighed and looked here and there in search of Alcohol in the room, and accidentally his gaze landed on the door. She hadn’t come to see him. “Do you think

Sophia’s POV.“What’s the back story behind it? And I don’t get it; why are you marrying me when you’re pregnant with someone else?” he asked, on which I narrated my situation to him. “So, we kind of in the same boat; who doesn’t want to marry each other.”“Yeah! Kind of.”, I muttered, and I couldn’t thank god more than sending at my toughest time; I meant, he was understanding too; he didn’t make awful remarks after knowing that I was pregnant without wedlock.“Fine then! I will help you in this situation but along with that, let’s make this marriage also a deal that will be between us.”, he proposed. “We are marrying each other for some reasons, and there is no need to stay in this type of marriage. But you don’t need to worry about things after divorce; I will provide financial support to you and your baby as long as you get independent on your own.”“No! No! You don’t have to do anything like that. I’m sure I will figure out things on my own at the time of divorce. You’re already