The hospital corridor felt sterile and cold, the fluorescent lights humming above as Harold Robinson paced back and forth like a caged animal. He held the phone to his ear, his voice sharp as a two edge sword. "I don't care what it takes," he snarled. "File the lawsuit. Assault, breaking and entering, attempted murder—I want that bastard buried under so many charges he'll never see the light of day again!" He hung up and immediately dialed another number. "Hello? Yes, this is Harold Robinson speaking. I need a favor. I want the case against Bruce Smith to be fast-tracked. No excuses." Just then, the family doctor stepped out of the surgical ward. Harold straightened up, his anger quickly giving way to concern. "How is he?" he demanded. "Is my son going to be alright?" The doctor nodded grimly. "He'll recover. However, the damage was severe. His jaw was broken in three places. He lost several teeth. He has severe injury to his face and ribs. He'll need reconstructive surgery an

Harold stared at Bruce, raising an eyebrow in doubt. For a long moment, he just sat there, his eyes boring into Bruce's, as if waiting for the punchline of a badly told joke.Then he gave a skeptical laugh. "You're Bruce Dominic Shepherd?" Harold shook his head slowly. "That's impossible. No one has ever seen Bruce Dominic Shepherd's face. You're just some thug with a good lawyer and a grudge."Bruce didn't flinch. He just reached for his wine glass and took another slow sip, keeping his eyes fixed on Harold's."Nothing is impossible, Harold," he said calmly. "Think about it this way: how else could I have the power to bring down your empire? How else could I make the president refuse to take your calls? How else could I beat your son to a pulp without facing any consequences?"Bruce placed the glass on the table and leaned in, his voice lowering to a cold whisper. "Can you think of any man on earth who possesses that kind of power?"Harold's jaw dropped. His eyes widened, and the co

Jake stared at Caro for a long time, his bandaged face frozen in shock. He blinked once, twice, then his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "You want a divorce?" His voice cracked. "Why? Why would you ask for a divorce now of all times?" Caro met his gaze without flinching. "I've been thinking about our marriage ever since that night you beat me." Jake opened his mouth to interrupt, but she pressed on. "That was the first time any man had ever beaten me. Even Bruce, the man you claim to despise, never once raised a hand against me. Not even when I deserved it." Jake's jaw tightened. "I had no choice. You betrayed me at court. I was under pressure from my parents. It was either I divorced you or I punished you." Caro's eyes narrowed. "And the best punishment for me was domestic violence? To be beaten like a pathetic dog?" Jake's voice rose, desperate and defensive. "Well, let's not forget I'm your husband! You shouldn't have betrayed me. Because I loved you, I resorted to b

For a while, Isabella stood frozen, her eyes fixed on the stranger who had stepped out from Bruce's jet.She glanced at Lucy from the corner of her eye and was surprised by how stiff she looked beside her.Isabella couldn't help but notice that Lucy's hands were clenched into fists at her sides, and her face was pale with shock. It was as if Lucy recognized who this woman was and has a harboured hatred towards her. The only woman Isabella knew Bruce was involved with besides herself was Lucy, but who exactly is this woman and why does Lucy seem to hate her?Bruce descended the stairs, his face lighting up with joy as he saw his two fiancees. "I'm home, darlings. Did you both miss me?"None of them answered. They just watched him walk toward them, their eyes still fixed on Caro as she walked a few steps behind Bruce. Caro, on the other hand, was very nervous. On the way here, she wasn't so sure about meeting Bruce's fiancees. But Bruce had insisted on it. He didn’t want to keep anyt

Bruce's car arrived at the hotel entrance, its headlights piercing the evening darkness. He stepped out and opened the passenger door for Caro, who climbed out slowly. "I'm sorry about Lucy," Bruce said softly. "She's just upset, that's all. I've never seen that side of her before." The meeting had ended abruptly after Lucy's outburst. Bruce had suggested that they talk separately. Lucy needed some time to calm down, and Caro needed a place to stay. Isabella had offered to stay with Lucy, to comfort her and help calm her down. Bruce had promised to come back after he settled Caro into a hotel. Caro sighed, wrapping her arms around herself. "It's not her fault, Bruce. She has every reason to hate me. I destroyed her life. I took away her ability to walk. She spent years in a wheelchair because of me." Bruce didn't argue. What Caro had done was unforgivable. But he had also seen the change in her: the remorse, the shame, and the desperate desire to make things right. He knew tha