Crash!Bramasta swept everything off his desk this time, sending papers, files, and decorations crashing to the floor in chaos.“I’ll make them pay for this! And it’ll be far more tragic! I’ll destroy their relationship—just like Jackson destroyed his with his father!”“Darling, what did all that mean earlier?!”As soon as Jennyfer stepped into Jackson’s private office, she immediately asked the question that had been burning in her mind. She had been dying to know the reason behind everything Jackson had done—especially since he hadn’t told her or even discussed any of it with her beforehand.“Are you still not getting it, my love?”Gulp.Jennyfer swallowed hard when she heard her handsome husband call her that and looked at her with such tender eyes.“Darling... I’m being serious here. I’m not joking, okay? You know how hard this marriage has been for us…”“Yes. And then?”“Why did you do that? Don’t you realize it’ll only make things harder for both of us later? Papa will blame me

Everyone swallowed hard and exchanged nervous glances when they saw Grandma Hima’s tense, furious face. But the truth was, none of them actually knew anything about the situation.It didn’t make sense that someone like Jackson—whose true identity and unimaginable wealth had now been revealed to the world—wouldn’t have made his marriage official. The whole thing left them confused, as if something just didn’t add up.-After finishing their early lunch, Jackson took Jennyfer to one of his active project sites.Bernard was driving slightly faster than usual since the location was quite far.Inside the car, Jackson had Jennyfer nestled in his arms. Her eyelids were drooping heavily from the drowsiness that came after a full meal.“Ahh!”Suddenly, the car jolted over a small pothole, causing Jackson’s chin and Jennyfer’s forehead to bump into each other.“Bernard! Watch your driving!”Jackson’s voice was sharp as he held Jennyfer’s face gently, her eyes now wide open.“S-sorry, Mr. Presid

The car drove at a steady, moderate speed toward the elite residential area of Millennium Raksa Park—Jackson’s private residence. When they arrived, without waking Jennyfer who was fast asleep, Jackson immediately lifted his wife out of the car.With his usual strength, Jackson carried Jennyfer carefully, making sure not to wake her. Even the echo of his steps on the staircase seemed to vanish before reaching her ears.But just as Jackson reached for the bedroom door, Jennyfer stirred.Tap.Their eyes met, and Jennyfer’s breath hitched in surprise.“Huh?! W-why are you carrying me, Honey?!”Still groggy from sleep, she blinked in confusion. The last thing she remembered was sitting in the car.“I was going to let you sleep there, but since I love you, I decided to carry you inside,” Jackson replied with a faint smile, opening the door and closing it gently behind them.He carefully laid Jennyfer down on the bed, then followed, collapsing beside her.“Phew! You’ve been eating so much l

Among the thousands of prisoners there, she might be one of the luckiest to receive such a sudden offer — without even knowing who Bramasta truly was, or why he would be willing to help her. Even her parents couldn’t afford to post bail to have her released.The bail itself came at an incredible price, accompanied by a written agreement signed by both her and Brielle — proof of Bramasta’s strong determination. Losing was not an option for him. Especially not when it came to the woman he desired most.And his greatest rival? Jackson — his half-brother, and his greatest enemy.Once he had secured her release, Bramasta brought Brielle to live in a luxury apartment — his one and only property.Brielle sat quietly when Bramasta told her to sit. She could already tell that Bramasta was quite wealthy; just seeing the apartment made her start to feel tempted by him.If Bramasta wanted her — even just as a mistress — she would gladly agree. She would even let him use her as nothing more than a

Grandma Hima’s voice could be heard from the other end of the line.Jackson had put the phone on speaker so Jennyfer could hear their conversation too.“Oh yes, Grandma. We’re doing fine. Sorry about that. We’ve been a little busy lately,” Jackson replied casually, already guessing why Grandma Hima had called that night.She must’ve heard about the morning announcement—the news that her granddaughter had suddenly become a billionaire.The whole family must have been shocked.But Jackson had no intention of letting that family—who had oppressed and shunned his beloved wife for so long—take advantage of her ever again.“Yes, Grandma understands that. But when will you visit me again? I’m old now. Even though I’m still alive today, that might not be for long.”“Grandma?! Don’t say things like that!”Jennyfer, who had been quietly listening all this time, finally spoke up.She was a woman—with a heart as soft as cotton and as pure as snow.Just hearing her grandmother’s words was enough t