"Why won't you sign the divorce papers? Are you really that desperate for my money?" "Desperate for your money? Jane, two years ago you promised me—you swore—that the day I got out, we'd finally have our unfinished wedding. And now... what is this?" In the dingy visitation room of Boston State Penitentiary, Donald's fists clenched tight as he stared across the table at his wife, Jane, and the divorce agreement lying between them like a death sentence. The woman who once said she'd love him forever now leaned back in her chair with casual contempt, savoring his pain. Jane let out a short, cold laugh. "Wedding? Don't make me laugh. I thought you were smart enough to realize I was just stringing you along." She raised her hand, flashing the diamond on her finger, her eyes mocking. "Wilson Enterprises is worth hundreds of millions now, and I'm the rising star CEO of Boston's business world." Her gaze deliberately lingered on his filthy prison uniform. "You really think someone like y

Donald didn’t expect that before he could get around to dealing with Jane’s betrayal, she would come to him first. Upon hearing Jane’s sharp words and seeing Jaxon’s provocative look from a short distance away, he sneered, leaning back in his chair.“You flatter yourself. I didn’t come here for you. You’re not worth the effort. I’m here at someone else’s request.” Her smile flickered, but Jaxon’s laugh cut through the tension. “Someone else’s request? Oh, this I’ve got to hear. Who in DeGrand Corporation would lower themselves to invite trash like you?” “Unless… DeGrand needed an ex-con to do the grunt work. Maybe security. Maybe sweeping floors. That would fit. A washed-up criminal like you would make a fine doorman.” Donald smirked, unbothered by Jaxon’s words. "I can see you know nothing at all,” he said coldly, stepping aside to move past him because he didn't want to see that pair of scumbags anymore.But then, Jaxon’s hand clamped down on his arm, and defiantly blocked his

Ivy sat back in her chair, studying Donald as her fingers delicately drummed against the armrest. Donald was much younger than she had expected, and far simpler in appearance than the solemn way her father had spoken of him.The daze in his gaze unsettled her. Her father’s warnings echoed in her mind: “Treat him with respect. Do not underestimate him.” Yet now, with the man standing in her office, she struggled to see anything remarkable about him at all. Ivy found herself doubting those words. How could someone like this be worth such caution? She thought.Still, Ivy was her father’s daughter. She had been taught to hide her feelings, to cover doubt with respect, and never let her true thoughts show. So she only bowed her head slightly, speaking politely.“Mr. Smith, tonight I’m hosting a charity gala. Powerful and wealthy people will be there, and I plan to use it to secure new allies. I’d like you to come too. Watch the guests with me, and help me decide who would make the

That night, Jaxon and Jane arrived at Liverpool Hotel, the venue for the charity gala.Several important guests arrived in luxury cars that stretched down the block, each disembarking in finely tailored suits and gowns worth more than most people’s yearly salaries. Every major family in Boston had sent representatives, and rumors swirled that Ivy would announce new partnerships that could reshape the balance of power.As soon as Jaxon and Jane entered, eyes turned.“Look—it’s Jaxon Brown and Jane Wilson,” someone whispered from behind a champagne glass.“I heard they might formalize their engagement tonight.”“If Jane manages to tie herself to the Browns, her family would be more rich and influential.”The two had become the talk of Boston lately, and rumors of their engagement filled the tabloids and gossip circles. Ever since Donald’s scandal two years ago when he was accused of rape, no one thought he and Jane were a match anymore. In the eyes of society, it was only natural, ev