Gerald bowed his head in pity, he wanted to help his granddaughter but, 200 million isn't a small amount.Furthermore, he couldn’t stomach the thought of throwing away two hundred million dollars like it was pocket change.“Dad, Brielle is your granddaughter,” Belinda said, her voice laced with desperation. “You can’t just give up on her like this.”“I never said I was giving up on her,” Gerald replied, his tone clipped. His brows knitted together, deep lines forming on his forehead. “But this is two hundred million dollars, Belinda. Look at our current state—where exactly do you think I’m going to pull that kind of money from? I say we contact Mr. Iron. He’s the one who poured the wine; he should pay for it.”“But we can’t reach him!” Belinda shot back, her words trembling with frustration.Her eyes darted toward Adam, who sat across from them casually sipping tea as though none of this chaos concerned him.“This is all your fault,” she spat suddenly. “If you hadn’t brought that bott

"What?"Tessa froze. Her lips parted, but the words caught in her throat. She’d suspected Christian had come with an agenda, but hearing it out loud—so brazen, so shameless—still blindsided her.Christian’s smirk widened as if her shock was the reaction he’d been hoping for. Without warning, he reached into his tailored jacket and produced a small velvet box. The lid snapped open with a crisp click, revealing a diamond the size of her thumbnail, catching every bit of light in the room. Then, in one smooth, deliberate motion, he lowered himself to one knee."Marry me, Tessa," he said, voice heavy with a confidence that made her skin crawl. "I’ll make you the happiest woman on earth.""Please don’t do this, Mr. Boros." She instinctively took a step back. "Please, get up."But Christian didn’t move. His eyes locked on hers, unblinking. "If you don’t say yes, I won’t get up."His tone was steady, but there was a stubborn finality in it—a challenge as much as a declaration.Eleanor clapped

Tessa lifted her hand, letting the light catch on the diamond so large it could cut the air between them. The stone blazed cold and merciless, like it was mocking him.Adam’s smile froze mid-curve, his jaw tightening until the muscle in his cheek twitched. His voice was low but edged like glass.“A diamond ring… on your ring finger? What the hell is this supposed to mean?”Tessa’s gaze didn’t waver, but there was a faint apology in her tone.“I’m sorry, Adam. I just accepted Mr. Boros’s proposal.”The words landed like a slap.“What?” Adam’s voice cracked in disbelief before it rose into a sharp, echoing demand. “You’re my wife! How could you accept someone else’s proposal? And wait—are you talking about Christian Boros?”“That’s right.” Tessa’s tone was calm, almost too calm, as if she’d rehearsed this.Adam took a step toward her, his eyes narrowing. “We’re still married, Tessa.”“You and I aren’t in a real marriage,” she replied, each word deliberate. “We signed the divorce agreeme

“Enough!” Tessa’s voice cracked like a whip, her eyes narrowing with cold fury. “Adam, are you seriously going to keep spinning lies at a time like this? Mr. Boros is the one who brought us the ten–billion–dollar project. Do you think I’m so blind that I wouldn’t know? Do you enjoy stealing credit for someone else’s work?”“Exactly,” Eleanor cut in with a venomous scoff. She folded her arms, looking him up and down like he was something she’d scrape off her shoe. “Shameless. No wonder you’re a useless nobody.”Adam’s lips curved into a thin, bitter smile. His voice was low, but it cut through the room. “Delivery boy or not… the person who made sure that ten–billion–dollar project landed in your lap—was me.”Christian threw his head back and laughed, the sound full of mockery. “Are you joking right now? I begged my father for this contract. What the hell does it have to do with you?” He stepped closer, his eyes glinting with arrogant amusement.“That’s right,” Eleanor added, twisting t

Bulgart Industry and Armand Group’s contract-signing ceremony unfolded at the luxurious Storm City Hotel, just as planned.The entire city seemed to pulse with anticipation. Ten billion dollars was enough to stir headlines for months, but this deal had an extra spark—the Supreme General himself would be there to sign it in person.The moment that rumor spread, Storm City lost its composure. Phones rang nonstop. Limousines rolled out before dawn. People scrambled for any connection, any angle, any excuse to get inside.The guest list was locked down. No matter how deep your pockets ran, entry without an invitation was impossible. The hall was reserved for the most powerful families, the largest corporations, and a rare handful of outsiders with influence sharp enough to cut through.By early morning, chauffeured cars were already stacking along the hotel driveway. Photographers lurked at the entrances, lenses trained for the perfect shot of the city’s elite stepping out in tailored sui