Quest For Acceptance

Chapter Two“I know you can never amount to anything,” Mr. Jackson sneered, his words laced with contempt. “Yes, I warned my daughter about you, but she doesn’t listen.” He turned his attention to Sandra, his voice dripping with scorn. “I told you this man would never amount to anything. I received a call from his office that they just terminated his contract. Even the money he earns isn’t enough to feed himself, let alone support you and cover your expenses. You mentioned he was going to fund your birthday party on Saturday. Did you even stop to consider whether he could fulfill that promise?”“He will fail because he is a magnet that has being destined to attract misfortune everywhere he goes,” Mrs. Jackson interjected, adding her voice to the chorus of disapproval.Sandra’s face went pale. She looked from her husband, to her father, then back to her husband. An unbelievable expression etched her face as she found it difficult to believe what her ears are hearing. “I — I don’t know

Chapter FourSandra’s words filled the air as she expressed her desire to continue managing Salvador for the moment. “Mum, I think I still want to manage him for now. It’s satisfying to have someone to boss around,” she confessed, planting a loving kiss on her mother’s cheek. With a purposeful stride, she approached Salvador and effortlessly flung her bag towards him.“Let’s go,” she commanded, and Salvador obediently followed her instructions. They made their way to the garage, the tension between them evident. Without a word, Salvador opened the car door for her, silently acknowledging her status as the one in control. As Sandra settled into the car, Salvador took his place in the driver’s seat. He maneuvered the vehicle towards their destination, driving with a focused determination.Upon arriving at the venue, Salvador hurriedly stepped out of the car and quickly moved to open the door for Sandra, a gesture of chivalry that was met with an icy disdain. As they entered the building

Chapter 5“And what the hell are you discussing with her?” Sandra exclaimed, her finger pointed accusingly at Alexa as soon as he approached her. Alexa sighed and disdainfully rolled her eyes before turning and heading towards her car.“Did you see the insult you brought upon me? She only had the audacity to do that to me because you gave her an audience. You didn’t even have the decency to respect me as your wife!” Sandra’s voice grew louder as she yelled.“Are you jealous right now?” Salvador questioned, his words slipping out before he could fully process them. Sandra, taken aback by the unexpected comment, burst into laughter.“You must think you’re some sort of king? Jealous? Of whom? You?” she chuckled, her voice laced with sarcasm. “You two are seemingly more compatible, but you should at least show some respect for me whenever we go out,” she retorted.“But please remember, I am not here as your husband, I am here solely as your driver,” Salvador replied, his tone neutral as h

Chapter SevenBen's father, assuming the role of an inquisitive observer, inquired, "So when is the marriage?" As Salvador entered the room, he noticed Ben seated next to Sandra, who wore an expression of anger and frustration.Sandra, refusing to entertain the idea of marrying another person while still being bound in matrimony to her current husband, retorted, "I can't possibly enter into a marriage with someone else." At that moment, Salvador cleared his throat, revealing his presence, and drawing attention to his unexpected presence in the room."Thank goodness you're here," Mr. Jackson exclaimed, his voice filled with mixed emotions of surprise and relief. "Are you supposed to be at this party? You should be at home assisting the maids. However, now that you're here, I have something important to discuss with you." He handed Salvador a divorce paper, stating firmly, "I'm sure overheard about Ben and Sandra planning to get married next month. But she can't go through with it whi

Chapter 8 One of Salvador's guards rushed forward with a towel, collecting the spilled liquid as Salvador moved closer, his face twisted in a scoff. "Did you really empty that on me?" Salvador asked, his voice dripping with amusement, as he chuckled. "Yes, she did," Mr. Jackson stepped forward, his eyes flashing with anger. "Why will you do that?" he demanded. Salvador's butler, Tyler, stepped forward, his expression stern. "I guess you don't know who you're dealing with," he said, his voice low and menacing. But Salvador just laughed. "That's not necessary, Tyler. Get me water, two bottles, immediately," he ordered, his eyes glinting with mischief. The guards quickly rushed to bring the water, and before Mrs. Jackson could react, Salvador had already emptied one bottle over her head, soaking her. Then, with a swift motion, he emptied the second bottle over Mr. Jackson's head, drenching him too. Mrs. Jackson's eyes widened in shock, her mouth opening in a silent gasp.