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Chapter 3 FERDINARD'S MANSION

Word Count: 2370    |    Released on: 24/11/2024

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nged glances, nodding as my words ignited a spark of enthusiasm. A senior director, his hair dusted with grey and sharp glasses perched on his nose, leaned forward, a glimmer of respect in his eyes. "Mr. Ferdinand, your vision has always steered this company to success. We trust your instincts implicitly." I offered a curt nod, appreciating the affirmation yet remaining focused. Praise was nice, but it was my ambition that had crafted this empire. I had taken the reins from my father when Albert Ferdinand's health began to falter. Under my leadership, the company had transformed from stability to dominance in the global market. As the meeting drew to a close, my assistant slipped into the room, her eyes filled with with urge

The father of the Ferdinand dynasty, once a formidable force, now bore the marks of time, health weighing him down. "Dad," I said, my deep voice slicing through the stillness as I crossed the threshold. Albert looked up, his weary eyes suddenly lit with warmth, a tired smile breaking across his face. "Dante, my boy. You're home early." I crossed the room in a few purposeful strides, gently lifting the papers from his hands and placing them aside. "I told you to stop overworking yourself. Your health comes first." He chuckled, a sound that echoed both memories and resignation. "Old habits die hard. I built this company with my bare hands, son. Letting go is not so simple." "And you don't have to," I responded, my tone softening. "Bu

him and offered it to Albert, my voice leaving no room for argument. "Drink this." He sipped slowly, the coughing subsiding just a fraction. A faint smile flickered on his lips, but it didn't reach his weary eyes. "I'm alright. No need to fuss," he said, trying to assure us. "No need to fuss?" I shot back, my voice laced with frustration. "You've been pushing yourself too hard again, haven't you?" Dad leaned back, a hint of defiance in his posture. "I'm just not used to sitting idle. But I promise, I'll be fine, son." Tears glistened in Cherry's eyes. "Dad, please take care of yourself. We can't bear the thought of losing you." I placed a steadying hand on her shoulder. "He'll be fine," I declared, though my words held an undercurrent of warning as I turned back to my father. "But only if he starts taking his health seriously. No more late nights, no more stress. Got it?" my father chuckled softly, the sound brittle. "Understood, son. You've inherited your mother's stubbornness, that's for sure." Instantly, the room fell silent, as if the air had thickened with unspoken words. Across from my fat, my stepmother stiffened, her smile faltering as her jealousy flickered to life. Though she quickly masked it, I caught the tightening of her fingers on the armrest, the polished nails sinking into the leather. She forced a laugh, slicing through the quiet. "Albert, you make it sound like no one else in this family cares for you as much as Dante does." Albert's brows knitted together, genuinely puzzled by the sudden tension. "That's not what I meant, my dear. It's just that Dante possesses his mother's tenacity. Her spirit. She always faced challenges head-on." My stepmother's lips pressed into a pinched line, though she carefully maintained her composure. "Of course," she replied sweetly, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "It's wonderful to see Dante stepping up. After all, that's the essence of family, isn't it?" Cherry glanced anxiously between my father and stepmother, her smile dimming. Opening her mouth to speak, I cut her off witha calm yet authoritative voice. "Let's focus on the matter at hand," I interjected, redirecting the energy back to the engagement plans. Once Albert had recovered and the room settled, all eyes turned to Cherry's fiancé, Michael. I sat at the head of the table, my gaze fixated on him as the atmosphere shifted with anticipation. "So, Michael," I began, my voice carrying authority, "tell us about yourself. What do you do?" He swallowed hard, his nerves palpable. "I-I'm an architect, sir. I run my firm specializing in sustainable designs." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "An architect? Impressive. But running a firm isn't just about creativity; it demands discipline, foresight, and the grit to face setbacks. Are you capable of building a life with my sister?" His resolve faltered for a moment. "Y-yes, sir. I love Cherry, and I'll do everything I can to make her happy." Liam chimed in, leaning forward with a smirk. "Everything? That's quite the promise. What guarantees do we have that you won't crumble under pressure?" Cherry shot him a glare. "Liam, enough already!" But I pressed on, unyielding. "Marriage is more than love, Michael. It's about commit

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