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William.Who doesn't know that name? One of the cabinet ministers serving for the next five years. A figure respected and feared, both by foes and friends. Before becoming a minister, Andreas Jackson William was a successful businessman who dominated the property sector.And I... know very well who Jackson is. In my twenties, I spent a lot of time with Grandfather Jordy. Meeting him several times, engaged in casual conversations about the ups and downs of profits, occasionally boasting about Mrs. William's cooking at their luxurious home. For a long time, I've been unknowingly immersed in a lot of business knowledge, and it's become clear that I've been groomed to take the reins when I reach a suitable age.But truly, I didn't know his only son until we were brought together during a meeting with top Lazade officials. And I wasn't aware initially because Andrew hid his last name. For whatever reason, I didn't care to know. But the more I met – and this was

Business and love.Two things I feel, can still be separated. I've lived sixteen years without love, but that doesn't mean I'm begging from numerous men. That's the most impossible thing I would do. My heart is still full of love, even though the feelings I have are worlds apart now.My life is indeed a struggle with business. Business. And business. I know the dark and dirty games of high-ranking officials. Elbowing each other while smiling. Plotting against each other when visiting one another. I'm one of those who survive proudly, not just because I'm from a group often called weak, but in reality, many hesitate when they face me directly.Papa and Grandpa successfully molded me into who I am now. But that doesn't mean they're making me the last pawn for the same reasons. Papa did place me to grow BlaxtonExpress. While I know Papa and Grandpa built other businesses. William's presence there as the main investor. The distribution of shares is clear among the t

Grandpa Jordy opened his eyes.The tightness in my chest slowly faded away. It was replaced with a relieved smile on either Mom's or my face. Keeping him company was as simple as casual conversations or discussing his health. Once again, Grandpa just snorted, saying we were being too excessive."Leave your work, Krystal. How's your job over there?" Grandpa asked softly. I turned to look, and my apple peeling activity halted."The office has been left behind for a while, Grandpa," I joked. Grandpa shook his head slowly, smiling. "Cedric and Dad are taking turns managing it. Mom and I are taking care of Grandpa."I saw that Grandpa's eyes were no longer on me. His gaze was fixed on the sky in the hospital room. He closed them for a moment, sighing softly. I witnessed how difficult it was for Grandpa this time. His face might not be as pale as last night, but still, the pain was evident."Grandpa just wants to see you get married."Darn.

It's been a week since I became Andrew's wife. Nothing has changed because I'm still focused on Grandpa's recovery. I haven't even thought about going back to Andrew's home— he said we already have our own house. I explained my reasons, he understood and respected it. No honeymoon plans. No sleeping in a bridal suite adorned with flower petals. And no unwrapping numerous gift presents from the guests.I think every woman wants those things on their happy day. Including me. Before.Now? Those desires are completely absent. It's enough for me now to talk about various things with Grandpa and Dad, who seem to have found renewed energy. And it would be impolite if my smile didn't appear in front of them. Because of what I've heard, they say the happiness of newlyweds is quite apparent. What's the scale for this happiness indicator they're referring to? Meeting Andrew, at most, lasts only an hour, and that's only after he returns from work.As much as I'm displ

It's been three days since Grandpa's burial. The lingering feeling of loss still remains. Even though I've been busy with work at the office, I occasionally connect with him through video calls. Now? It's bound to feel a bit strange moving forward.I promised myself not to cry during the funeral, and well... I succeeded. Maybe it's because I realized that Grandpa had fulfilled his journey—and I'm truly grateful I was given the chance, even though I had to risk something for him. I don't regret it. May he get what he wished for. To see me married.It was so peaceful and serene when Grandpa took his final breath. Our whole family was there, accompanying him into eternity. Reuniting with Grandma, who surely welcomed him with a happy smile. I'm sure of it."Tired?"I flinched as Andrew handed me a water bottle. The house was still bustling with the gathering held for Grandpa. Even though it had concluded, many guests were still arriving. Mostly colleagu