The officers flinched at the command, but they didn’t dare move. Marcus, feeling the weight of his boss’s presence behind him, turned to the officers with a steely look. “You heard him. Get. Out. Now!!” For a moment, no one moved. The lead officer hesitated, his grip tightening on his gun, but the cold stare from Mr. Frost was enough to make even the boldest man reconsider. Slowly, the officers lowered their weapons and backed toward the door. “Mr Frost, sir, this… this is not right. We… we are only doing our jobs and we believe…” Nathan’s lips curled into a faint, almost cruel smile. He cut in. “You are faltering and stammering. Is that how you are trained? Does my presence frighten you?” The officers could not give an answer. They tried to be as stoic as the wall clock on the wall just above their heads, firm and unwavering. But it was not working at all. They were standing in the same room with all mighty Mr Frost. Who wouldn’t quiver in fear. He did not speak much words, but

The wedding commemoration of the Hearst Family was more grand than everyone had expected. Several hundred well-known families attended at the Hearst family's estate for the wedding celebration, including the Emgrand family, the Whites, the Reeds, the Davenport family, the Langfords, the Carltons, and a few hundred more. The majesty went above any expectations; it was truly breathtaking. The opulent ballroom where the event was placed was illuminated with a golden glow created by shimmering crystal chandeliers overhead. Every inch of the estate was decked with fresh flowers, unique and exotic, brought in from distant regions. The Hearst family's riches and status were reflected in the exquisite china and gold-rimmed glasses used to set the tables. Guests from the Emgrand Family, the Whites, the Reeds, the Davenports, the Langfords, the Carltons, and hundreds of other elite families filled the room. They mingled in their tailored suits and designer gowns, each vying for attention,

Beatrice’s appearance stole the eyes of men, women, children, and even blind and deaf people. Her dress was not so revealing, making people respect her more. The air became thick and hot as she walked on the red carpet. Her presence was almost as powerful as that of Mr Frost because people considered the both of them as one. Marcus, Mr. Frost’s right-hand man, walked behind her down the carpet, clutching April’s hand tightly. “Miss Beatrice, is Mr Frost coming?” someone broke the silence. Beatrice turned to the person and gave off an expensive smile which they rarely saw. “Oh, he won’t be making it here today, unfortunately. He left the country on business and won’t be returning soon. So, I along with my colleague, Marcus, are here to represent him.” she said quietly. Yet, her voice was loud as thunder. How can one woman who is not even Mr Frost be this powerful? Then just how much power did Mr Frost possess? Beatrice was a single woman and was not interested in getting mar

The families of both bride and groom were all given turns to share their speeches. Anastasia was the first. She walked on the stage and narrated how she always laughed at Lucas for being so single. She made fun of him so much. Thankfully, he will now be able to brag with a wife. The crowd laughed heartily and cheered. Mr and Mrs Hearst and their in-laws, Mr and Mrs Donald each gave their own heart speech. It was a moment of emotions, swirling around. But Charles did not stand up to speak. He sat there, watching his sister force a smile on her face as she was bound to a guy she never really loved. He was the first son of the family, but he was too soft and so, his words meant little. He wished he could grab his little sister’s hands and run away to somewhere safe. How could his parents be so selfish? Selling their own daughter out to another family just for personal gain and some fucking business relationship that might not last. Oh, his poor sister! He looked at Anastasia, holdi

“Damn!” Rachel squeezed her face in disgust. If he didn’t pick the worst possible moment to make an appearance. He stood there, his disheveled hair barely tamed and a grin that screamed ‘I’m here to ruin your life’. Rachael’s stomach dropped. ‘Of course, it had to be Gerald. Why couldn’t he just disappear like his finances? Just why?’ Gerald took a casual step forward, slipping into the conversation like he belonged there. His clothes were decent enough, but there was no denying the air of desperation clinging to him. It was like he had crawled out from beneath a boulder just to crash her chance at redemption. "Racheal, darling," he crooned, his tone laced with mockery, "I didn't expect to find you cozying up to the Langfords tonight." Leon’s eyes flickered from Racheal to Gerald, his expression as unreadable as ever. But Racheal could sense his judgment, and it made her skin crawl. Why is this my life? “Gerald,” she managed to say, trying to keep her voice steady. “What are