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and that woman is me. Brandon and I had been together for eight years, already legally married in court privately, so he shouldn't be treating me like a piece of trash. We had planned for that wedding to make our marriage official and celebrate with friends and families, but everything turned horrible due to his acclaimed sister, Elese Jones. I didn't know Elese years ago when I newly met Brandon. In fact, they don't even have the same surname, which makes me doubt them being siblings, but Brandon would tell different stories about why Elese bears Jones instead of Brown.

Marish whispered at her and slightly turned around to look at them but he caught her in the eyes. "Ohh..that was Gabriel Venturri, new business partner of Brandt, if ever they will get along with shares of stocks. And then later on contract signing of their monkey business. Hahahaha.." "Well, Chriza, you really love eating bananas. That's why your husband will do monkey business, too with that handsome stranger. In fairness, if I'm not married, I'd rather get that man, he's a good catch already." Dannica flipped her hair. "Wait! Who's your talking with? You're too serious talking to each other?" Ariella gently taps the table.

He can only imagine what she must have gone through, in the hands of those two wicked people. And to think he has been so nice to them and, has been helping them with money makes him even more angry. "And her father watched them treat her like that? I can't believe this." Jonathan said to himself. Jonathan continued reading, it states here that she got married to Tristan Zachary and that is all the guy has on her. "Tristan Zachary? I'm sure I've heard that name before." Jonathan said. "Find out who Tristan Zachary is and everything about him." he said to his assistant.

"Owen, I need you to check all the assets under my name. Company shares, property, savings, and all transfer records from the past five years. The more detailed, the better." Owen was a friend from my startup days and completely reliable. He did not ask questions and just responded quietly, "Got it, Nathan. I'll have the finance team and legal team coordinate immediately. I'll get you preliminary results by the end of the day." I hung up and sat in the empty living room, staring at our wedding photo on the wall. In the photo, Vivienne smiled radiantly, nestled beside me, her eyes full of happiness. Back then, I was fresh off my successful startup. I thought I had married the love of my life.

My mother and I are a carbon copy of each other,the only difference is where her eyes are blue like Killian's mine are violet. "His name is Brandon,he moved here a few months ago, his mother is the woman mr Jonathan remarried." I wait for her to take it all in "Jonathan...?" She trails off for a hint, I just stare at her and realization hits her "Kimberly. You cheated and left Ronan for his step-brother?" She says shocked and disappointedly

Adrian arrived half an hour later with a blonde slender woman who was about 160 cms tall and a 2-year-old who was just like a doll. “This is my wife, Iris Symonds and our son, Jonah.” Adrian introduced his wife and son to Emile. Jonah was a smaller version of Adrian, charming everyone's heart with a simple glance. “My apologies for having missed your special day.” Iris smiled sincerely as she apologized “My mother was hospitalized, and I needed to be with her.”

"Remember...no media should know about any of my artist schedule. We have each other's back, no matter what" "Yes, Sir!!" Jonathan nodded his head and dismissed everyone. He spotted his family and made his way over to them. "Hey Brandon, where's Trisha?" The other Alpha gulped nervously. How was he supposed to tell his couions that he lost his pregnant wife? Brandon opened his mouth to reply, but Jonathan had snickered. They stared in confusion and wondered if Jonathan had finally lost his mind. He turned and gestured for them to follow him. They followed obediently and soon they came to a stop in front of his room door.

Jonathan said while tapping other's cheek. "Remember this?" Jonathan pulled a grey file. "C-company's shares?" "Yes. You got good memory Mr. Brown" "And this?" He pulled another red file. "P-property p-papers...." "Yes. Very good. You are doing good." "Here how about this?" Jonathan said and tossed few photos at him. These photos are of him and a woman, and he is beating her, raping her. And another a piece of newspaper where it is written that Brandi committed suicide by jumping in a swimming pool of her house. Jonathan stood up. Vincent looked at him with terrified eyes.

His PR director Claire stood to the left, looking like someone who had either planned this or was acting as if she had. "I want to address the events of recent weeks directly," Jonathan said in the video clip. "The speculation, the coverage, and most importantly, the people involved. I have a daughter. Her name is Nora. She is eight months old, she is healthy, and she is mine." He faced the cameras. "Her mother is Penelope. We were married. We are no longer married. What we are to each other now is something we are figuring out privately, and I ask the press to respect that."

If Jonathan was walking the same path as my dear husband, Gavin always took the alternate route that didn’t have Jonathan’s footprint. I never really met him in person, but there was some bizarre rumor about this person who was challenging to have faith in me. He was married to an actress, Sarah Stephens, an Oscar-winning A-list actress who received a lot of love from the world for her solid performances and down-to-earth behavior. Jonathan and Sarah were the power couple with good looks, money, fame, and a happy family that most people didn’t know the definition of. But they were, according to Sarah’s numerous interviews. The pathway she used to describe her marriage to her husband was quit