Five years had passed since they flew back to their country L; Mrs. Marge was now known far and wide. Blair was no longer the broken woman who had barely escaped death; now she was the wife of the monster of the business world and his partner. They were a fine couple admired by many, but little did they know of the woman behind the powerful man.
Despite the media trying hard to fish out a face to attach her name, her name was all they could get. Blair was a long-forgotten woman, an orphan who had been divorced by her wealthy husband and was last seen before the premises of a popular coffee shop. There was nothing in the news of her after that, like she had disappeared into thin air. No one cared, not her best friend or Ethan, who was now engaged to Sofia Anderson.
They had lived happily for the past six years and were now the parents of a five-year-old baby boy, who was a replica of his mother; his blond hair stood out as his smiles, but that couldn't cover his nasty behavior. Inside, five-year-old Sothan gets ready for the big birthday party of the Marge twins. He barked orders to the servants as they helped him.
"I asked for a blue suit; why bring black?" he yelled. The maids stood at a loss of words. The invitation had a strict dress code, and they weren't going to be the reason for the family's fallout with the Marge.
"Sothan... the dress code says guests in black and white." Sothan tossed the jacket to the side. He was not going to have it. Blue was his favorite color, and that was what he would wear. "Blue.. It has to be blue. Make it right before I have your salary deducted," he walked over to the door, but turned.
"My parents pay you to follow my orders," he added before disappearing into the hallway. The poor maids fell to the ground defeated; this was too much, but they dared not complain. Outside the Moor's penthouse, Ethan stood with his fiancée, dressed in a black suit and a white pocket flower the same color as Sofia's white mermaid gown, and waited for their son. Sothan walked out in a blue jacket, smiling at his parents as always. For a brief second, Ethan lost it.
"What's the meaning of this? I thought the invite carried a dress code? Why are you dressed in blue?" Sofia quickly took, patting him gently on the back, trying to seek him out.
"It's okay; no need to shout at him. It's only a jacket; it can be changed," she instructed the maids, who quickly came with a new black jacket. Sothan stood firm, though angry, but he dared not question his father. Unlike his mother, who would give in to his every whim, his father was different; he valued power and connections over everything. In the car, Ethan turned to his son, who was sitting quietly.
"Marge is not a person we can afford to anger or displease. You should learn to get on their good side. Today's party is not for fun but to make friends with Marge's twin, understood?". Sothan nodded obediently.
"Understood, father," from the side, Sofia wasn't happy. "Don't you think this is too much, Ethan? He is only a child; let him be a child," she quarreled, but Ethan's mind was made up. "No child of mine will be useless," he roared.
"You have to learn to keep this power; I shall not build for my child to demolish... NEVER." Sothan nodded like his life depended on it. Arriving at the prestigious Blue Pearl hotel, one of the many properties of the Marge, Ethan and his family quickly stepped out of their car just like the other families with their children.
On the surface, it was a children's party, but everyone knew the truth. In the business world, there is no such thing as pure enjoyment; every party, gathering, or donation came with an offer, alliance, and connection, and every parent wished for all with the Marge.
Ethan straightened up his suit, holding the hand of his son while his fiancée tucked into the other arm. The host stood at the front, inspecting the invites as it was an exclusive party held only for top tiers. Edward presented that of his family and handed over the gift before walking in; the view was breathtaking. They were wealthy, but not everything money could buy, and getting a reservation at Blue Pearl was one of those things.
Its rooms were presidential suites bought out for some time by major billionaires in and out of the country. It had a good sea view, which perfectly showcased the rising and setting of the sun. Its great halls were perfect for weddings and birthdays, but not everyone could get to rent them. A theme color of black, white, and blue showcased itself perfectly.
"I thought it was only white and black." Sothan turned to his mother, who constantly placed a hand on her lips, making him shut up. Blue was among the colors, but no guest wore a blue dress or suit.
"Go have fun with the children," Sofia ordered, and Sothan couldn't be any happier to escape the eagle eyes of his father. As she mingled into the crowd, she swayed in her mermaid dress, capturing the eyes of the men. Edward did not mind, it would bring them even more favors and investment. He turned a blind eye to his fiancée's obvious flirting, sipping a glass of wine, when a little body ran straight into him.
"You brat" cursed desperately, trying to dry off the wine stain. The young boy stared at him apologetically; his big, charming eyes, like those of a cat, threatened to spill fountains of tears. "I'm sorry… I was clumsy," he said, but Ethan did not have it. "Your parents should know how to raise a proper child," he barged.
"My parents raised a proper child, but it seems someone didn't learn home training and proper manners from his parents," a little voice echoed. Ethan turned to see who it was, and there stood the same child, but two. They looked no older than five, if not the same age as his Sothan, and dressed
Five years had passed since they flew back to their country L; Mrs. Marge was now known far and wide. Blair was no longer the broken woman who had barely escaped death; now she was the wife of the monster of the business world and his partner. They were a fine couple admired by many, but little did they know of the woman behind the powerful man.
Despite the media trying hard to fish out a face to attach her name, her name was all they could get. Blair was a long-forgotten woman, an orphan who had been divorced by her wealthy husband and was last seen before the premises of a popular coffee shop. There was nothing in the news of her after that, like she had disappeared into thin air. No one cared, not her best friend or Ethan, who was now engaged to Sofia Anderson.
They had lived happily for the past six years and were now the parents of a five-year-old baby boy, who was a replica of his mother; his blond hair stood out as his smiles, but that couldn't cover his nasty behavior. Inside, five-year-old Sothan gets ready for the big birthday party of the Marge twins. He barked orders to the servants as they helped him.
"I asked for a blue suit; why bring black?" he yelled. The maids stood at a loss of words. The invitation had a strict dress code, and they weren't going to be the reason for the family's fallout with the Marge.
"Sothan... the dress code says guests in black and white." Sothan tossed the jacket to the side. He was not going to have it. Blue was his favorite color, and that was what he would wear. "Blue.. It has to be blue. Make it right before I have your salary deducted," he walked over to the door, but turned.
"My parents pay you to follow my orders," he added before disappearing into the hallway. The poor maids fell to the ground defeated; this was too much, but they dared not complain. Outside the Moor's penthouse, Ethan stood with his fiancée, dressed in a black suit and a white pocket flower the same color as Sofia's white mermaid gown, and waited for their son. Sothan walked out in a blue jacket, smiling at his parents as always. For a brief second, Ethan lost it.
"What's the meaning of this? I thought the invite carried a dress code? Why are you dressed in blue?" Sofia quickly took, patting him gently on the back, trying to seek him out.
"It's okay; no need to shout at him. It's only a jacket; it can be changed," she instructed the maids, who quickly came with a new black jacket. Sothan stood firm, though angry, but he dared not question his father. Unlike his mother, who would give in to his every whim, his father was different; he valued power and connections over everything. In the car, Ethan turned to his son, who was sitting quietly.
"Marge is not a person we can afford to anger or displease. You should learn to get on their good side. Today's party is not for fun but to make friends with Marge's twin, understood?". Sothan nodded obediently.
"Understood, father," from the side, Sofia wasn't happy. "Don't you think this is too much, Ethan? He is only a child; let him be a child," she quarreled, but Ethan's mind was made up. "No child of mine will be useless," he roared.
"You have to learn to keep this power; I shall not build for my child to demolish... NEVER." Sothan nodded like his life depended on it. Arriving at the prestigious Blue Pearl hotel, one of the many properties of the Marge, Ethan and his family quickly stepped out of their car just like the other families with their children.
On the surface, it was a children's party, but everyone knew the truth. In the business world, there is no such thing as pure enjoyment; every party, gathering, or donation came with an offer, alliance, and connection, and every parent wished for all with the Marge.
Ethan straightened up his suit, holding the hand of his son while his fiancée tucked into the other arm. The host stood at the front, inspecting the invites as it was an exclusive party held only for top tiers. Edward presented that of his family and handed over the gift before walking in; the view was breathtaking. They were wealthy, but not everything money could buy, and getting a reservation at Blue Pearl was one of those things.
Its rooms were presidential suites bought out for some time by major billionaires in and out of the country. It had a good sea view, which perfectly showcased the rising and setting of the sun. Its great halls were perfect for weddings and birthdays, but not everyone could get to rent them. A theme color of black, white, and blue showcased itself perfectly.
"I thought it was only white and black." Sothan turned to his mother, who constantly placed a hand on her lips, making him shut up. Blue was among the colors, but no guest wore a blue dress or suit.
"Go have fun with the children," Sofia ordered, and Sothan couldn't be any happier to escape the eagle eyes of his father. As she mingled into the crowd, she swayed in her mermaid dress, capturing the eyes of the men. Edward did not mind, it would bring them even more favors and investment. He turned a blind eye to his fiancée's obvious flirting, sipping a glass of wine, when a little body ran straight into him.
"You brat" cursed desperately, trying to dry off the wine stain. The young boy stared at him apologetically; his big, charming eyes, like those of a cat, threatened to spill fountains of tears. "I'm sorry… I was clumsy," he said, but Ethan did not have it. "Your parents should know how to raise a proper child," he barged.
"My parents raised a proper child, but it seems someone didn't learn home training and proper manners from his parents," a little voice echoed. Ethan turned to see who it was, and there stood the same child, but two. They looked no older than five, if not the same age as his Sothan, and dressed in a Persian blue suit.
"You brats. I will teach you how to respect your elders," he roared, raising his hands, but a cold voice stopped him in the air.
"Who dares?" It's been six years since he last heard that voice. Edward felt as though his world was spinning, watching the beauty match before him, taking the boys into her arms protectively. "Blair," he murmured, then quickly pulled himself together. "Blair," he laughed.
"You dare sneak your way inside with these two mannerless rascals wanting to beg?
"Beg!!" the three choruses.
in a Persian blue suit.
"You brats. I will teach you how to respect your elders," he roared, raising his hands, but a cold voice stopped him in the air.
"Who dares?" It's been six years since he last heard that voice. Edward felt as though his world was spinning, watching the beauty match before him, taking the boys into her arms protectively. "Blair," he murmured, then quickly pulled himself together. "Blair," he laughed.
"You dare sneak your way inside with these two mannerless rascals wanting to beg?
"Beg!!" the three choruses.