2025-10-11 22:50:43The Beecroft manor
Lord George Beecroft was looking for a suitable husband for his first granddaughter, Olivia Beecroft.
She was a divorced woman who had married her high school love against her grandfather’s wishes and even had a son with him.
Her ex-husband abandoned her seven years ago shortly after she gave birth their son.
They had only finalized their divorce recently because he planned to get married to another woman.
This news of her getting remarried spread like a wildfire within the first two days that her family had put the announcement out.
The manor received so many letters that there were now more than enough suitors for Olivia.
Not surprising because they were an influential family.
Lord George’s fortunes picked up when his old friend who had since passed away had given him one million dollars to invest in his business.
The old man's life changed after that.
Olivia sat at a corner in the large room in the manor with her parents, her blood boiling.
She could not believe that she was being forced to get married again.
She had buried herself into working hard and helping the family business but her grandfather believed that marriage should be her next step.May felt exactly the same way.
Her only child had gone through a depressive phase when she had her son and her ex-husband left her, yet they wanted her to go through the same situation again.
May Beecroft charged at her husband, “Are you going to let them do this to our baby?”
Lord George has two children of his own and his niece in his care.
Kelvin Beecroft was the youngest of them but he was the first to have a girl child. His older siblings and cousin, Justin, Blossom and Ian.
“All you have to do is tell them no, and they will not have her get married to anyone.” May yelled at Kev.
She hated how her husband was weak when it came to his family, he found it very hard to say no to his elder siblings.
May knew how much his sister and brothers disliked her daughter, they were not trying to find her a husband because they were nice.
They had an end goal and she didn't have a good feeling about it.
Of all the grandchildren who worked at the family company, Olivia had started the latest compared to them and she had achieved more milestones than the other kids because she had been diligent with her work.
May noticed how much her in-laws hated that her daughter was doing better than their kid and was starting to gain a soft spot in Lord George’s heart.
She had looked through the list of suitors that submitted their names before coming to the manor. They were all unknown countrymen who were searching to take in a second or third wife.
It was as if someone had required low standard men to apply to marry her daughter.
May had never been a classist woman in the past but the only time she trusted a pauper to marry her daughter, her trust was broken. She regretted allowing her daughter to marry him.
She had always believed if her daughter married a refined man from a reputable family, he would have some decency and not treat her the way her ex had done.
As if that wasn't enough, one of the names on the list belonged to a man whose family went from grace to grass.
No one in high society even heard of them anymore.
Kelvin understood how his wife felt about his daughter’s marriage arrangement.
He was not happy with it either.
Going against his older siblings and his father who shared this same fiery temper while he inherited his late mother's gentleness, was like slipping ice into raging fire, nothing would be done.
“Let’s trust father with this one, May. He loves Olivia and knows what is best for her,” Kelvin said to his wife in hopes that calmed her down but it only worsened things.
“How did I ever agree to marry you? I should have said no to you proposing to me! I should not have married a man who could not fight for me and my daughter.” She fired.
May knew her husband was going to stick to leaving things as they were. He had always been that way but it seemed like he had worsened since he stepped down from his position.
That was one of the terms he gave his father when he asked him to bring Olivia into the company after she had gone ‘astray’.
Olivia knew this was all her fault. If she had not married that man, her father would still have a say in the family. “Mom, please go easy on daddy, it is not his fault that this is happening."
She tugged at her mom’s arm. “You know how grandpa’s taste is, he will not pick someone who is not good enough for me and you know that, Ma.” Olivia tried to comfort her.
“Lord George has finally made a decision, and he wants everyone in the study now.” Secretary Wang announced.
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Andrew handed the boy over to his dad when he arrived at the location.
He left abductors at the scene after he had made a report to the police.
He was happy that he was able to save the little kid and he hoped that the universe would always provide help for his own daughter whenever she needed it.
He got on his bike and returned to his base, settled in and took a shower.
When he got back, he received a text from his mom.
Andrew was surprised to see that his mom texted him, she and his dad had gone no contact as they had planned to retire in the countryside with the rest of their savings.
“The investment we made just yielded a billion dollars, son.”
“It’s all yours now. Your father and I have no plans to return to the city. I know that money can’t bring back the times we lost together.”
“When you have the time, come visit with your wife and little Anna.”
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