As the engagement party begins, the guests gather together in anticipation, ready to witness the exchange of rings between the happy couple. Among the crowd, Nora's eyes scan the room, searching for that specific person who holds a significant place in her heart.
Suddenly, her gaze pauses, and her body becomes momentarily paralyzed as she stares at Terry Nashville, her husband.
Despite the passage of time, Terry's charismatic features still captivate her. His beard, freshly trimmed, adds a touch of rugged charm to his appearance.
However, there is a weariness in his eyes, a hint of exhaustion that cannot be concealed. Nora senses that he is not entirely happy or satisfied, and a mix of conflicting emotions wells up inside her.
Just as the atmosphere is charge
As Jay Nashville invades Nora's personal space, she musters her courage and swiftly brings her hand up to deliver a resounding slap across his face. The sound resonates in the room, momentarily breaking the tension. A flicker of surprise crosses Jay's face, quickly replaced by a dangerous glare. His voice drops to a menacingly low tone, sending shivers down Nora's spine. "I told you not to touch my face, kitten..." Jay's words hang in the air, filled with a chilling warning. Nora's heart races, realizing the gravity of her actions, yet determined to stand her ground. However, as Nora looks at Jay, an unfamiliar feeling tugs at her memory. Her eyebrows furrow, trying to piece together the puzzle of his voice. Before she can dwell further, Jay steps back, facing her, and begins unbuttoning his shirt. A knot of fear tightens in Nora's stomach as she watches his actions, unsure of his intentions. "What are you doing?" she questions, her voice laced with unease. Jay's response is col
“Come on, Nora! We are late!” a hoarse voice of an old man lingers in her ears as she continues to set her hair into a ponytail. There is a vast smile on her face and as excited as she seems, she believes her day is going to be delightful. This is the first time she is going to the Nashville mansion with her father - before that, she was always used to hearing stories from her father. “Coming, father!” she chirps in her beautiful voice, turning to rush away from the tiny room. The small cottage barely consists of two tiny rooms, one for her with a single bed that makes creaking noises at night, along with a broken mirror that hangs upon the wall, she has a wooden box that carries her few pairs of clothes - the other room is for parents. Reaching outside the small cottage she smiles as soon as she watches the wrinkled face of her father, speaking in a melodious voice, “I am here, father. Have you eaten?” Her father chuckles as he retorts, “Yes, indeed. And I packed a sandwich for you
‘David Nashville has officially announced that he is launching a luxurious hotel along with a casino in LA. Sources tell us that he having back-to-back business meetings with foreign investors in Italy.’A man in his late fifties sits on a sofa chair, his left leg crossed onto his right one. As the smoke releases from his mouth, he takes a giant cigar away from his hand and adjusts his charcoal grey blazer. From his beetle-browed, his expression remains calm and the study room he is sitting in is furnished according to his taste. A man in a suit comes to stand silently by his side, carefully crossing his hands to his front. “Speak, Blackwood -” David Nashville speaks in his usual carefree tone. Clearing his throat before he speaks, the man named Blackwood respectively utters, “Sir, your sons are on their usual activities.” David Nashville takes a moment before he raises a question, “And him? When did he arrive?” Blackwood continues to give him the correct information that he received
Before the business meeting begins, there are a few discussions Terry needs to have with his father. So he makes his way to his father’s newly designed presidential suite - the old office is given to Terry to keep. Passing by the large corridors, he makes his way to the office suite, taking a moment to breathe deeper before he knocks on the door twice. Just when the man sitting inside asks him to come, he steps in with a casual expression on his face.“Dad -” his usual voice is filled with respect. David Nashville lifts his face, his eyes meeting his son, carefully scanning his behavior. “What is it?” Terry comes forward to sit on the opposite chair, parting his lips to speak, “Dad, did you go through the pdf file I emailed you?” his father casually replies, “Yes, why?” Terry continues to tell him the key points he noted before coming in. He knows that his father wants a perfect explanation for the issue he is going to raise, so he learned everything he could before coming in. Discu
The interior design of a five-star restaurant is carefully curated to create a luxurious and sophisticated atmosphere. It features a tasteful lighting, elegant furnishings, plush seating, and stylish décor that reflects the restaurant's theme or concept. Attention to detail is paramount, with an emphasis on creating a visually appealing and memorable dining environment.Terry and his mother, Miranda are sitting together, discussing as they enjoys their drinks in the beginning. Miranda Nashville, a captivating woman who embodies both beauty and modern prosperity. With her striking features and confident demeanor, she effortlessly commands attention wherever she goes. Her timeless elegance is accentuated by a wardrobe that effortlessly blends the latest fashion trends with classic sophistication.Miranda's wealth is apparent in every aspect of her lifestyle. She resides in a stunning contemporary mansion, a masterpiece of modern architecture that boasts clean lines, floor-to-ceiling win
Terry Nashville returns home in his expensive Bugatti Noire and goes straight to his room. While having a shower, he recalls the moment when his father called his younger brother, Jay, commanding him to reach home before dinner. He believes that this time his father is more annoyed than he ever seen him when it comes to Jay. Tonight, David has called the family for dinner, he has arranged a family night and Terry assumes this is something related to Jay. Miranda has also been invited - although no invitation is needed for her to come to her own house and for the last few months she has been living with her mother who is visiting her from Italy. Due to her mother’s sickness, she is staying with her and proviidng her care. She often visits the Nashville mansion only to check up on her husband and children, most importantly on weekends. Terry is sitting in his room, using his laptop, going through his social media platforms when the knock on the door diverts his attention. “Yes?” he c
Jay's emotions run high as he sits silently for dinner, suppressing his anger. He secretly clenches his fist under the table, trying to avoid eye contact with the rest of his family, most specially with his father. He quietly rolls the pasta onto his fork, bringing it closer to his mouth. Jay is not the type of person who enjoys pasta, he prefers steaks. Terry, who is also stuffing his mouth with the juicy steak, exchanges looks with his mother. Miranda is well aware that David is fuming with anger at the moment - spending all her life with this man she knows when and how to speak to him, so she remains silent, letting him do whatever he wants to. David Nashville begins eating his dinner, filling his plate with his favourite meals. He keeps on eating until he finally breaks the silence by informing the rest of them, “I have been very disappointed today. I am embarrassed and I have come up with a conclusion.” Terry is already aware - he knows this is something relating to Jay so he
“No, mom! He sneaked out of the house before any of us were awake. Can you imagine?” On the phone when Terry is informing his mother about the situation of his younger brother, there is David Nashville who is pacing back and forth. With his hands tucked to his back and face screwed up in anger, he has given his right hand man Blackwood a special task to fetch Jay Nashville. “Where did he ran off to?” he mutters under his breath when he twitches his lips, still looking at the wall clock. Terry keeps on talking to his mother and waits for her to speak. She takes a long and deep sigh over the phone and her sweet voice reaches to his ears, “I was afraid this was going to happen. Last night when I went to talk to him, he wasn’t really convinced with my words. I don’t understand what is wrong with attending a business meeting? It’s just a matter of a couple of hours. Isn’t it?” Terry can’t help but agree with whatever his mother just said. This is, after all, very true that ditching at t