Novel & Cerita What Happened To The Bennetts

Jamie and Wilma didn't even look at it. Bennett used to be the envy of all. He was Crestmoor's golden boy. He gave Kara jewelry, donated a building to their school in her name, and even donated his kidney to her. But now, she was married to his uncle, a man the family valued even more than himself. The things Bennett once offered her meant absolutely nothing now. He had personally destroyed the woman he loved most. At the wedding banquet, Bennett got himself completely drunk. The next day, after returning to the country, he began indiscriminately attacking the companies of his former buddies.

“I can’t.” “Xane.” “Bennet cleared his throat, maybe to diffuse the tension. “Wait—did you just say Kyle Cross?” The question sliced through the moment like a knife. Mrs. Baxter blinked, caught off guard. “Yes,” she said slowly, her voice wary. “Kyle Cross.” Bennet’s grip on the wheel tightened. His knuckles went white. I frowned, glancing between them. “What’s wrong?” For a second, Bennet didn’t answer. He just stared straight ahead, eyes wide, like he was piecing together something terrible. Then his voice came out quiet, almost a whisper. “Kyle Cross is my uncle.”

Bethany was here as a guest speaker, a representative of the charity supported by the Bennetts over the years. Heather didn't want to engage in pleasantries. She pretended not to notice and kept her eyes fixed on her phone. Bethany took a step closer, her voice dripping with an insincere apology. "Ms. Longstaff, are you still upset with me? I want to apologize for the last time. I was desperate and thought asking Mr. Bennett to pretend to marry me would help. "But Mr. Bennett turned me down, and I've moved on. I even have a boyfriend now. Let's put the past behind us, shall we?"

She feels that something is missing from her life and that is love; in spite of the love she gets from her parents, grandparents, brother, and friends, She wants to experience the love that her friends talk about. Bella's and Andrew's twins, daughter, Grace, and son, Michael who are of Travis's age are also grown up. Grace and Michael, both take care of their dad's company in New York while Bella and Andrew live in Chicago. It's because Grace and Michael didn't want to leave New York that Andrew had to let them take care of the company there otherwise he wanted them to go to New Zealand to look after the company there.

Lisa nodded slowly. Margaret sat at the kitchen table, her hands wrapped around a cup of tea she hadn't touched. The velvet box sat between them, unopened, a silent testament to everything that had been broken. "I wasn't just complicit," Margaret began, her voice barely above a whisper. "I knew about the Bennetts' plans before they even approached Sophia." Lisa's blood ran cold. "What?" Margaret took a shaky breath. "Richard Bennett came to me years ago. Before your marriage. He told me he wanted to destroy the Hart family. He offered me a deal—if I helped him, he would ensure I retained my position in the family. That I wouldn't be pushed aside."

But she took the book from my hands and lay down again, turning her face away. "Good night, Mr. Blackthorne." I got the message. I went down the stairs in silence, but before leaving… I looked back and realized she was more lost than ever. I silently thanked her for not leaving, even after my unusual and thoughtless reaction that night. Ana was my great love. The woman who made me feel love and feel loved in equal measure. But we had marriage crises months before she left. And although Kyra is very different from her, in certain moments it seems there are too many similarities between the two. Coincidence, or just my imagination?

She looked at the child the same way any stranger would look at an exhausted five-year-old throwing a tantrum. For some reason, that left a bitter feeling in Gideon’s chest. Five years ago, Evanthe had abandoned their newborn daughter without hesitation. She had left the baby at the front gate and disappeared before sunrise, leaving behind nothing except a letter saying she wanted her freedom back. Looking at Valerius now, Gideon found himself thinking the same thing he had believed for years. Maybe Evanthe had never wanted Alethea at all. Without another word, Gideon turned and walked away from the bedroom.

"Why? What happened at school, Milaya?" Trinity waved a hand in the air, gesturing vaguely. "Oh, you know, I was a poor orphan. So that put me on the lowest rung of the social ladder. In the beginning, I was jostled around a lot for it, didn't have any friends but then Casey came and the rest was history." Dmitri sighed. "I'm sorry you had to go through that but now, you're not a poor orphan anymore Tri. You're the wife of a billionaire. So that would put you on the highest rung of the social ladder. You'll be respected like no other."

He thought their marriage was a joke. Six months ago, Benjamin wanted to marry Charlotte, but his elite family looked down on Charlotte's modest background and firmly opposed the match. Charlotte, proud and defiant, left the country after repeated rejections from Benjamin's mother. Around that time, Benjamin's uncle fell on the street. No one dared to help, except Nissa, who rushed him to the hospital. The uncle took a liking to her and arranged for her to meet Benjamin. Benjamin, still bitter over losing Charlotte, impulsively married Nissa out of spite, to rebel against his family.

“So it’s settled. Congratulations on your engagement to one of the most eligible bachelors in the country, Madison! You, Noah, and the son you had together are finally reunited after five harrowingly long years. So romantic!” Madison responded by covering her face with her hands and shaking her head—flustered and exasperated. I, on the other hand, didn’t know what I was feeling. Torn between relief, amusement, and the aching pain in my gut, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was the right way to go. Can I betray you like this, Brianne?