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When my eyes met that of Brian, he was breathing out fire as he glared at Grandpa that was holding my wrist as we walked down the stairs. I smiled at him, trying to cool him down but he flared the more. "Seems like he really misses his wife. The first time he has ever come to any of my parties." Grandpa said, and I giggled. We were down the stairs already, and Brian was making his way towards us. Grandpa pulled me away so quickly. "Come meet my guest, let's make your husband a miserable son today for making his father...a miserable Dad for such a long time."

In the dimness of Brian's room, Gaby entered with cautious steps, not wanting to disturb the rest of her beloved brother. "You're awake, Kak!" Gaby exclaimed, surprised that Brian was already awake. "Is Brian up? I thought you were still sleeping!" Gaby continued, heading towards the light switch and turning it on. Brian smiled, carefully adjusting his body to lean against the back of the bed. "Yeah, I want to go to the bathroom, but when I woke up, my stomach was hurting so bad. Since you're here, can you help me to the bathroom?" Brian asked gently. Gaby approached Brian and pulled back the covers, revealing him, and then she assisted him to the bathroom.

By the time I finally dragged myself home, exhausted and out of breath, Brian had already arrived. The moment I stepped inside, his fist greeted me. It was just like when we were kids. His punch slammed into my face. Blood burst from my nose instantly. Paulene covered her mouth behind him, barely hiding a smile. My mother stood there with her head lowered, as if she couldn't bear to watch. When Brian raised his fist again, I held up my phone. "Hit me one more time, and I'm calling the police." He cursed under his breath.

Brian didn't look at me again. He turned on his heel and stormed out, and a few moments later, the sound of his car speeding away echoed from downstairs. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the door he had slammed shut, my hands shaking. It wasn't out of fear. It was because I suddenly realized he couldn't even be bothered to invent a lie anymore. My phone buzzed with a reply from my best friend. [Good timing. I have something to tell you, too. I think Brian has another family. I was away on a business trip yesterday and saw him at an amusement park with a woman and a little boy.]

Some major news some time ago was that the Delgado family had a major grip on the mayor and his family. Whenever Brian saw how lonely and depressing his friend's life was he did not want to think about having his life anymore. It was a weird combination many times. "No, hear me out," Xavier said his finger lazily coming up to his mouth and closing them. "Do you want to speak to not?" Brian asked when he grew silent for a few minutes. "I don't want to tell you because you will make fun of me," Xavier said. Brian had never seen Xavier like that before. He began hitting his head with his hands. He hated how he was feeling. He should not have done what he did and then that way he would feel bett

Emily froze, her legs giving out beneath her. The basement lights were harsh, sterile, and unyielding, casting cold reflections on the family's terrified faces. Eric stood tall, his expression unreadable, as his voice sliced through the air. "Where is Charlotte?" Brian sneered first, his arrogance untouched by the gravity of the situation. "What is this, Eric? That mute has legs; if she ran off, how would I know? Let us go! Is this how you treat your family?" Eric's eyes narrowed at Brian's insolent tone. Memories of his belittling, his yelling at Charlotte, surfaced. Without warning, Eric seized the stun baton from his assistant's hands and struck Brian down with a swift kick.

Unknown to Simon, she didn’t obey his orders and stayed in the stairwell to eavesdrop. With Mrs. Garcia out of the way, Simon began ripping into Brian, “How could you let an outsider become CEO of the William group?” Brian replied, “I will find a solution to deal with him.” This pushed Simon into an uncontrollable rage. “You’ll find a way? What the hell are you going to do?” Brian sneered, “I’m better than you, father. Rest assured, I won’t destroy grandpa’s legacy.” Brian turned to leave, causing an exasperated Simon to throw a magazine at him. It flew towards Brian and caught him on the side of his face.

How could he just say that easily like it didn't mean anything? In a rage I turn back and slap his face hard, the sound echoing in the hall. Monica gasp from beside me and all pairs of eyes turn towards the commotion, I could care less about them. Brian looks furious and shoves me in the ground shouting. "You bitch do you think you are that good? While the town is laughing at your family for living with a huge pile of debt? No wonder your parents left you to be Liam bitch" he spats glaring at me hard. I find his words funny and laugh at him catching my stomach. People might think I am crazy but the whole situation is just so funny. Me, a bitch. I was laughing so hard sitting in the ground wh

Brian said to him, throwing him a punch in the face. The man spat blood, and a huge lump mixed in saliva. I couldn't help throwing up, irritated by the sight. “Blaire, what are you doing here?” Brian questioned, as their attention turned to me. I was breathing heavily, having just barfed a large percentage of my food. “Stephen, take care of this,” Brian said, pointing at the man. He walked to me, taking me inside the house. “You shouldn't have seen that,” he said, washing my face over the basin.

I yanked the bag downward with all my strength, then drove my knee up, slamming it straight into his stomach. A dull grunt escaped him as his body staggered backward. He collapsed against the stair railing, his face turning pale in an instant. Brian recovered and rushed at me again. I did not give him the chance. I bent down fast and grabbed the metal cash box my dad had thrown aside earlier. Bang! The edge of the box smashed down onto Brian's foot. "Argh! My foot!" He clutched it, rolling on the ground in pain. I did not stop. I grabbed my backpack and sprinted down the stairs.