Badmus wasn't picking up her calls— Sixteen missed calls, yet he didn't return any of her calls right from the time she left the bank. She desperately needed to find out something about her Ex-husband. Had Kane built an asset behind her back during their three years of marriage?! He stumbled into her apartment and tossed her designer bag on the sofa. She strutted into her bedroom, her heels clicking sharply against the marble— The same bedroom she'd once shared with Kane. She stood in the centre of the room scanning everywhere, her arms balanced on her waist. The room felt empty and void. At that moment, the silence shattered loudly like glasses clattering on steel— she felt Kane's absence. Loneliness clawed her heart as the feeling of kane's absence struck her soul. Memories of the sweet and bitter moment in their marriage flooded back in waves. The night he would come home with a carton of pizza and they shared it with kisses. The unforgettable moment he would stay up late at

**********Leonard cornered Carl after the gathering ended. His finger dug into his shirt and he shoved him against the wall. He shot a ferocious glare, his face a few inches away, his voice dripping vulgarity and venom. "You p*ssy! How the fuck did you know about that!? Who the heck are you?!" He hissed, his breath reeking of beer and nonsense."Let go of me." Carl simply said, his voice calm but it carried unmistakable weight that could shattered ice.Leonard grinned dangerously, daunting him. "And if i don't, what the fuck is your shit gonna do, Huh?" He taunted. "You gonna call the cops? Call some of your wretched lackeys as backup?" A jagged and condescending laughter erupted from his lips.Carl chuckled quietly. He drawled. "Leonard Barnard, you're a man of big talk and small doings. You don't want to push me too hard." He toned, threat low, voice dangerous.His confidence angered Leonard more. He clawed his shirt tighter, shoving him hard against the wall. Carl didn't flinch.

**********Leonard cornered Carl after the gathering ended. His finger dug into his shirt and he shoved him against the wall. He shot a ferocious glare, his face a few inches away, his voice dripping vulgarity and venom. "You p*ssy! How the fuck did you know about that!? Who the heck are you?!" He hissed, his breath reeking of beer and nonsense."Let go of me." Carl simply said, his voice calm but it carried unmistakable weight that could shattered ice.Leonard grinned dangerously, daunting him. "And if i don't, what the fuck is your shit gonna do, Huh?" He taunted. "You gonna call the cops? Call some of your wretched lackeys as backup?" A jagged and condescending laughter erupted from his lips.Carl chuckled quietly. He drawled. "Leonard Barnard, you're a man of big talk and small doings. You don't want to push me too hard." He toned, threat low, voice dangerous.His confidence angered Leonard more. He clawed his shirt tighter, shoving him hard against the wall. Carl didn't flinch.

The sheer thought of everything got Caspian Roderick berserk.His finger dug into his palm to the acute point his knuckles popped visibly.He gritted his teeth, sneering. "You dare sleep with my woman, and now you bastard is preaching me," He hissed, his voice rattling the restroom fixtures. "I swear, you're dead!"He didn't know what disgusted him more; Was it Ragner's calm composure? or his confidence quietness and stance. Or maybe the fact that his plans fell through at the last minute.He could have been the one to sleep with Cassandra. That was his long time wish. He carefully planned it. Now, it's all ruined!The outweighing thought of the flop skyrocketed his anger. His eyes bloodied like hungry demon's, and so he moved. Raw kinetic energy in motion— a cocktail of anger, bitterness, and frustration weaving into rage.At the last moment, Ragnar simply sidestepped, his movement fluid, almost invisible. Impossible.Caspian's destructive force pushed him forward. His knuckles smas

His wife. His woman. She walked in. She was the icon. The woman with a million dollars net worth which they rumoured about earlier. She walked in, her stride full of style, each step clicking sharply as she swayed regally. She clad...barely clad; Crimson gown that stopped far away from her knee, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her thigh was on full display, neckline dropping too low, deliberately. Revealing too much of what should be close up. Amos's soul vanished. For some moments, he couldn't feel a thing. He couldn't feel his own body as shock transfixed him. The hall buzzed, screaming her name. Male admirers deliberately brushing shoulders with her regardless of the hefty man— bodyguard that escorted her in. Paparazzi hovered around, cameras flashing on her face. The hall screamed her name like her name was a blessing they long awaited. And Lisa. She smiled. Smiled like she was used to everything. Like it had been long she'd been in the business. Wasn't she the sam