"THIS is embarrassing!" Nicole couldn’t help but exclaim as she read the article.The article detailed how the wedding reception turned into a disaster, and how Daphne Sandoval left Francis Wellington in the most humiliating way to marry August.The news was giving Nicole a headache, and Jake wasn't happy about it either. He muttered a curse under his breath as he read the trending news on his phone.Nicole decided to use her connections in the media industry to take down the article. She quickly dialed one of her contacts at a news channel and explained the situation."I'm sorry, Ma'am," the person on the other end said. "I could ask my people to delete the articles, but it will take days. The news was heavily scattered everywhere."Last Updated : 2023-04-26

DESPITE his attempts to brush it off, August felt a searing anger and hurt bubbling up inside him after his conversation with Henry. He forced a smile and mingled with the guests. However, he couldn't help but scoff at the realization that, despite Charles declaring him as the heir, people still think of him as a pathetic commoner.‘They can't fool me now,’ he thought bitterly to himself, his mind wandering as guests chatted away at him.He scanned the crowd, memories of the engagement party flooding back. The same guests who had insulted him without knowing the full story were here once again, and August couldn't help but feel a pang of resentment toward them.But despite it all, August held his head high, determined to prove them wrong. He knew he was more than what they saw him as. He was going to fight tooth and nail to keep it.Charles' unwavering trust in him, despite his numerous failures and lack of experience, touched something deep within August. He vowed to himself that he

FROM the day August lived in the Sandoval mansion, his life became difficult as the Sandoval family intended him to feel. They were treating him like trash, although they weren’t telling him insulting phrases right in front of their face.They couldn’t afford to do it, knowing how powerful August was right now.But they could do it in a different way—Using emotions to attack August’s weak side.“August, can you make me a green tea? I want the water to be warm,” commanded Jake while he was watching television in the living room. “Ask for Nica’s help if you’re not sure about the specifics. I am picky when it comes to my beverage.”"Alright, father," replied August, affectionately acknowledging Jake as if he were h

THE whole Sandoval family rushed to Jake as they saw him coughing uncomfortably. He had just taken a spoonful of soup, which was August’s cooking, and it seemed to have gone down the wrong way.“Father!” Bruce and Samantha called in unison as they tried to make Jake stop from coughing.Samantha lightly caressed and hit Jake’s back, while Bruce took the water from the side and immediately gave it to Jake, which the latter drank in three gulps.It looked like Jake wanted to say something, but he was saving his energy to calm himself down first. He hit his chest repeatedly while breathing heavily. Nicole, on the other hand, was just silent as she also went beside her husband.“Is something wrong in the soup?” asked Bruce as the tip of his

THE afternoon came, and August informed Daphne that he was going home and wanted to request a meeting about the Remington and Sandoval family’s future partnership. Nicole and Jake couldn’t help but smile as they were in the living room, waiting for their great son-in-law to arrive. “I think August will come in a minute,” Nicole said with excitement, looking at the clock. “I hope it’s about the Joint Venture already.” Jake nodded and agreed. He couldn’t suppress the smile on his face. As Daphne walked past them, Nicole called her. “Daphne, come here. Sit with us while waiting for August.” “No. I prefer to stay in my room,” Daphne declined the offer nonchalantly. Jake noticed Nicole’s grip on her dress tightening. He didn’t like how Daphne was talking to them. “That’s an order. Sit here,” Jake said firmly, trying to assert his authority. ‘I don’t even like to be in a room with you too, what more if I’m going to strike up a conversation? I’ll die,’ complained Daphne at the back o