Irene*

I paced around with folded arms while contemplating.

Her face was sullied with tears, a beauty shattered by a CEO, deserved justice.

She didn't put herself in the mess, she was forced into it and then he ruined her.

"I don't want that wedding to hold." Mrs. Jasmine said with a pitiful look.

"We need to do something about it and we need to do it quickly," I told her.

"Who does he loves best in his family?"

"I guess it's Mrs. Laura, his mom but now I think it would be his would-be wife, ...