r of strength. Deep down, she was worried if her cancer was back. After her two years cancer miraculously disappeared, they had been

in pushed her way through the crowd into the not so friendly hands of the heavy r

d to take her to whenever her cancer acted up. As Yazmin navigated through the street, her mind raced with a lot of thoughts. Wha

rable the combination of walking eight boring miles in a

e hospital, the reality of her situation became painfully clear. The

, mixing with the rain and turning the

e desk, asking about her mother but she could feel some sets of eyes digging holes into her skin.

n the way she looked at her but Y

e asked the doctor as she

u have nothing to worry about. Your mother passed out due to stre

ted off her shoulder. She rested on Janelle who was evi

she exchanged an understanding glance with Janelle whi

was basically an adult-she was eighteen-but even so, she seemed to have a

her a brownnoser. Yazmin wasn't sure what exactly that was, but she could tell it wasn't a good thing b

"I'm happy mum's fine" she stopped abruptly as she scanned her eyes

r sister. "I agreed to model for a wedding dress brand and you c

, "Well, I hope the dress is free

ly for her mom to wake up but she was still asleep. It was already dark outside and the rain had

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ack. Anger surged through him, evident in his sparking eyes and flaring nostrils. Knotting his

e carelessly revealed her true identity as his wife to the press? The ve

ealed her identity, even her name, from the public eye. The plan was simple: marry her,

e brink of retirement. He had offered a merger of their respective compan

off marriage for good. His sole focus had been on taking care of his daughter, Ayra and building his own company, multibillion dollar company, Sin

tle did he know that she would betray him by fleeing on the day of the wedding. And now, not only was he dea

le knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. His grandfather, Trent Gaberman, entered the roo

hint of pride in his voice. "I saw your bride running in the

dn't forgotten Hattie, his ex-wife. The tattoo of her name etched on his lo

mbly, neither confirming n

on his cane for support. "Well, let's see how your marriage h

year seemed unfathomable, almost unbearable. With an attempt to mainta

I believe you'll thrive," Trent decla

If he wanted the merger to proceed, he had to find a way to contact the wedding pl

s number. It was time to take matters into his own hands a

ed, his voice firm and determined. "I don't care what it takes. Use all

efore Greg responded, "Of course, Mr.

ips. The merger with his grandfather's company was hanging in the balance, and if he didn't

her pay for the havoc she had wreaked upon his carefully orchestrated plan. He had

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t mor

y. She sat up from the long bench realizing it was morning already. She felt a sting in her back due to the stiffness of the

r pocket to call her but she no

ngling with the remnants of drowsiness. "Hey,

lieve what's happening!" Molly exclai

the phone, and curiosity started to replace he

re the most trending topic online right now! It's all over the news! And, wait for it... yo

The news hit her like a bolt of lightning. Her mind rac