Olivia walked into the living room, carrying her fancy handbag. She was dressed in a flirty see-through sleeveless top, tight blue jeans, and black boots.No one said anything when she asked what was going on. Olivia was curious and a bit worried. She wanted to know why her husband was lying on the floor.She knew her parents had always wanted to get rid of Jack so she could marry someone wealthy but she didn't want to get married to someone who would control her.She felt disappointed with her husband for annoying her family, "What did you do this time?" She turned to Jack and asked him."I... I accidentally spilled coffee on Amy, I didn't mean to, Olivia." Jack said and avoided making eye contact with her. Olivia turned to her elder brother and said, "Enough, Chris." "I'm not finished with him yet," Chris stated as he continued to hit Jack."Chris, that's enough. Put down the belt." Olivia ordered Chris. She dropped her bags on the table and tried to stop him.Just then, Jack sta

Olivia was getting ready for a business meeting when Jack entered the room with the envelope in hand. Noticing the instant change in his mood, she asked, "What's that? Let me see!" Jack walked up and showed her the letter. "I just received this now," he exclaimed. She looked at the letter but couldn't show any sign of happiness. "Why are you so happy about it?" she asked. "Because I plan to open a business with the money," Jack replied. "No! The money would be sent to my account instead," she said, adjusting her clothes. "What do you mean by that?" Jack asked. He is a millionaire now, and he would not let them ride him as they used to. In no time, he would be able to save up enough money and pay her back because he is done and fed up with all of the Rhoades. She stopped what she was doing and looked him in the face. "I mean that the money automatically belongs to me." "You think so?" Jack asked, putting the letter back in its envelope. "I'm afraid one of the terms of our co

"Hello, son," Harry Reynolds said weakly as he turned to look at Jack. Jack frowned. What are these people saying now? Harry Reynold's son? He came here for a job, not some kind of expensive prank. "By SON you mean?" Jack asked, rolling his eyes confused. "I could as well tell you now," Harry said after taking what seemed to be a deep breath. "Tell me what?" "It was something I did many years ago," Harry Reynolds replied, wiping his sweaty forehead. "What does it have to do with me?" "Years ago, when I started making my billions…" Harry said and paused as if thinking to remember how long. "I met your mom, Jennifer, she was really pretty. Her eyes were beautiful, her hair was dark, and she had a nice figure. She had everything that made her special…" Jack was surprised! His mom's name is Jennifer. How does this man know his mom? Is he really his son? "...At that time, she worked in a restaurant where I used to go to eat. She was kind and polite. She was one of

Jack followed the doctor down the hallway to Harry's hospital room. Upon entering, he was struck by how frail Harry looked, hooked up to various machines. Harry managed a weak smile, closing his eyes briefly. When he opened them again, he turned to face Jack. "There will be a board meeting tomorrow in the company and I need you to represent me there," Harry said, gently touching his son. "You would make a good CEO." "Thank you, father," Jack replied, his voice trembling. "But I don't think I will go, not when you're like this." Harry nodded weakly. "I understand," he said. "But you can't let this stop you, Jack. You are now the heir and it would be a shame to let it go to the hands of your stepbrother." Jack swallowed hard, "I'll try," he said, looking down at his hands. "But it won't be easy. Besides, I don't really know much about the whole stuff." Harry smiled again. "I know it won't be," he said. " Take Tasha as your valet, she will show you everything you need to kno

Jack didn’t move as the black SUV sped off into the night. The envelope—Agnes’s legal threat—sat heavy in his lap, still unopened. The headlights of their own car cast long shadows across the road, and for a few moments, the only sound was the quiet tick of the cooling engine.Tasha, sitting across from him in the backseat, broke the silence. “Do you want me to open it?”Jack blinked, his hands still frozen on the paper. “No… I need to see it myself.”He peeled open the envelope with careful fingers, the crisp snap of the seal breaking sounding louder than it should’ve in the silent car. Inside was a stack of pristine white papers, heavy with legal ink and arrogant intent.He scanned the first page."Petition for Emergency Injunction: Inheritance Dispute Between Agnes Reynolds (Primary Spouse and Executor) vs. Jackson Turner (Illegitimate Claimant).”His eyes narrowed.Agnes wasn’t just contesting the will. She was trying to erase him.“I knew she’d strike,” Tasha said, peering over h