"Vennie, I saw Bradley and Rosaria kissing!"

Rayvenne Aldridge's smile froze.

Her expression darkened over Gwyneth Campbell's sudden announcement.

Rayvenne's gaze turned icy. Bradley Ferguson, the man she was supposed to marry in a week.

Rosaria Foster? Even hearing that name made Rayvenne want to gag.

Rayvenne glanced at the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper got the hint and nodded, retracting the dress in her arms.

The shopkeeper waved and scurried out with all the staff.

When she was alone, Rayvenne looked at her fine manicure and asked casually, "Where did you see them?"

Gwyneth answered, "The hospital's maternity department."

Rayvenne arched a brow and chuckled, "That's unusual."

Why would a man and a woman visit a maternity department together?

Gwyneth said, "Rosaria is a total whore. Bradley is a bastard, too! Cancel the wedding!"

Rayvenne was oddly calm while Gwyneth was royally pissed off.

Rosaria had begged so pitifully when she left 2 years ago.

Now, she was back and hooked up with Bradley again?

What gave her the nerve? Maybe Rayvenne had been too kind or too nice in these 2 years.

Gwyneth said, "She hooks up with Bradley when you are about to get married. I bet Rosaria is up to no good."

Rayvenne's gaze turned cold, and she said, "Gotta go."

Gwyneth asked, "What are you going to do?"

Rayvenne replied, "Find my fiancé and his ex!"

Then, she hung up directly.

Looking in the mirror, she examined herself in a white strapless wedding dress before gripping the top.

With a clear sound, she tore off the dress and dropped it on the floor.

Waiting not far away, the staff were frightened by the scene, but none of them dared to approach Rayvenne when they saw her expression.

Rayvenne's phone rang as she changed into her own clothes.

The caller ID told her it was Bradley.

As soon as she picked up, Bradley said curtly, "Come to the office after the fitting."

In these 2 years, Bradley had been sweet and gentle to Rayvenne.

But he changed...

Was it because Rosaria was back?

Rayvenne scoffed and hung up, not bothering to say a word to Bradley.

***

30 minutes later, Rayvenne walked into Bradley's office.

He was making a call in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The sunlight gave Bradley a soft glow to his already handsome face. His perfect jawline would amaze anyone who saw him.

Bradley was blessed to be one of the best-looking men in Hazelport.

At the sight of Rayvenne, Bradley swiftly said to the person on the phone, "Have lunch by yourself. Bye."

Bradley walked to the sofa and sat down.

The gentle expression he wore earlier had gone and was replaced by a stern look.

Looking at Rayvenne, he ordered, "Come here."

Rayvenne met his cold eyes, unfazed.

She walked over, but instead of sitting next to him as usual, she sat across from him.

Bradley's expression darkened as he noticed Rayvenne's distant attitude.

He took out his lighter and flipped it open. The smell of gasoline filled the air.

Offended by the smell, Rayvenne waved.

Bradley didn't care and lit a cigarette. He took a drag and said, "Rosa is back."

He blinked, and there was a gleam of guilt.

However, it didn't stop him. "Let's postpone our wedding."

Rayvenne had seen it coming when she got Gwyneth's call.

She asked, "What do you mean?"

They were postponing their wedding because Rosaria was back?

"She's sick. It's serious."

Bradley took out a file and said, "This is the acceptance letter of Harrington University. Go study. The wedding can wait."

He was treating her like a beggar, his tone commanding.

Rayvenne glanced at the file and did nothing, a knowing smile on her lips.

"You're sending me abroad so you and she can be together?"

Bradley's expression turned thunderous. "Isn't this your dream school? Now..."

"Bradley!"

Rayvenne cut him off, her tone icy.

She grabbed the file and tore it into pieces. Paper shreds littered the floor.

The last piece stuck to her hand. Rayvenne angrily threw it at Bradley.

The remaining warmth in Bradley's eyes disappeared...

Rayvenne's eyes were just as cold. She announced, "Don't bother to postpone the wedding. I'm cancelling it."

Postpone? No, cancelling the wedding was easier!

Bradley looked stunned.

Shocked by her attitude, he stared at Rayvenne.

Cancel the wedding? What was wrong with her? Was she crazy?

Bradley was so mad that his voice shook. "Rosa is sick. She'll leave once she recovers. By then, I'll give you a grander wedding."

"Is she really sick? Or is she pregnant?"

A hush fell over the office.

Bradley looked into Rayvenne's cold eyes and said, "What did you know?"

Instead of answering his question, Rayvenne said, "You went to the maternity department with her, not caring about being seen.

"A grander wedding? Don't you think it's ironic?"

She and Bradley were getting married in a week.

But Bradley visited the maternity department with Rosaria. And he had the nerve to talk about a grander wedding with her?

Cheating on her with Rosaria with little regard for her feelings. Was he confident that she wouldn't ditch him?

Bradley's expression darkened. "Rosa isn't pregnant. She's sick."

"Why did she need you to go to the hospital with her? What's your relationship?"

Bradley's expression turned worse over Rayvenne's retort.

Rayvenne didn't want to stay to put up with his attitude, so she got up and headed for the door.

While leaving, she said, "Since she's back, tell her to stay. After all, she has to pay for all the debts she owes in Hazelport."

For 2 years, their relationship was stable.

Bradley created the first crack because of Rosaria. Rayvenne merely tore it bigger...

A relationship required both sides' efforts. She couldn't do all the work.

Bradley scowled, "Leave her alone!"

Rayvenne scoffed, her hand on the door handle.

Bradley gritted his teeth. "Can you afford the consequences of cancelling the wedding? You think you can return to your family?"

Rayvenne's gaze hardened over the mention of her family.

Those people wouldn't see her as their family. She didn't care even if they turned her away.

The Forster family was her family, but they also raised Rosaria...

Years ago, Rosaria's mother was a maid in the Forster's place. She and Colleen Herrera, Rayvenne's mother, got pregnant at the same time.

Rosaria's father had a gambling problem. Her mother wanted her child to grow up in a wealthy home.

So, she switched the babies in the hospital.

As she wasn't a good person, she didn't bother to raise Rayvenne after taking her away.

Rayvenne was abandoned...

Rosaria returned to the Foster family and continued to work as a maid. She got to watch her daughter grow up in a good home.

It was 3 years ago. When Colleen had a car accident, she found out Rosaria wasn't her daughter.

The truth finally came out.

A big search for the real Ms. Foster started.

Pity that even after Rayvenne went home, the Fosters favored Rosaria as they brought her up.

Bradley was right...

Rayvenne couldn't return to the Foster family. She had no place in that house.

Bradley came over and held Rayvenne's slim wrist. "I'll send her away once she gets better. OK?"

He had softened his tone as if he was apologizing.

Rayvenne glanced at him coldly and retracted her hand slowly.

"Hey..."

Bradley's expression darkened.

Not bothering to say another word to this man, Rayvenne left.

The clicks of her heels were as high and proud as her when she walked away.

Bradley, who was used to people catering to him, was enraged; the veins on his temples jumped. He wouldn't believe that Rayvenne would call off the wedding.

After all, everyone saw how devoted she was in the past 2 years.

With that thought, Bradley decided not to chase after Rayvenne. The office door shut with a loud noise.

***

Staff in the Secretariat overheard the ruckus. It gave them ideas.

The infamous event happened 2 years ago, convincing them that Rayvenne stole Bradley from Rosaria.

They were happy to see that Rosaria was back and made Rayvenne suffer.

One whispered, "Finally, Ms. Foster is back. Serve Rayvenne right!"

"I know. She forced Ms. Foster to leave 2 years ago. It's time that she pays."

Rayvenne heard the gossip.

She strode over in her heels.

As she towered over the two female office workers, the workers kept their heads down and shut up.

Rayvenne held one woman's chin, forcing the woman to look at her. The secretary was young and beautiful.

When she made eye contact with Rayvenne, she was stunned by the cold gleam in Rayvenne's eyes.

"M-Ms. Aldridge!"

Rayvenne squinted her eyes and said, "Having fun gossiping about my love life?"

The secretary's face paled. "N-No, I was..."

"What a coward," Rayvenne thought. She dropped her hand in distaste and looked around the Secretariat, her gaze intimidating.

Scared, everyone kept their heads down and their breaths light.

As soon as Rayvenne exited the building, she saw Rosaria. The woman was getting out of a car.

Rolando Harmon, Bradley's assistant, was holding the door for her. Rosaria even handed the shopping bags in her hand to Rolando.

"Give these to the staff in the Secretariat."

She sounded like the boss lady.

Rolando took the bags humbly and replied, "Thank you, Ms. Foster."

Rosaria nodded softly and turned. Inevitably, she and Rayvenne made eye contact.

Rayvenne squinted her eyes.

Rosaria paused for a second before walking up to Rayvenne. "Vennie."

Her tone was gentle, like a doting sister.

When the Foster family found Rayvenne, they told her that Rosaria was one hour older than her.

Rosaria's gentle was an act meant for Rolando as he was standing behind her.

Her gaze was full of defiance as she looked at Rayvenne.

Rosaria leaned over and said under her breath, "You're Bradley's fiancée, yet he invited me to come over. Still think he cares about your feelings?"

Rayvenne's expression hardened.

She snorted, "As long as I say the word, the Ferguson family will have me. What about you? You can only come to his office. Can you visit the Ferguson family?"

Rosaria's face dropped slightly.

Her gaze was full of venom as she glared at Rayvenne.

Obviously, the answer was no... Rosaria thought, "Those old fools won't agree."

Rayvenne was pleased by her reaction.

Rosaria glared at her and huffed, "Don't be smug. As long as I'm alive, you can never marry Bradley."

Rayvenne merely smiled, her expression relaxed.

"He's not the only man on earth. I don't have to marry him."

Bradley had an unforgettable love. Rayvenne didn't feel pity about leaving him.

It wasn't too late.

Rosaria froze. "What do you mean?"

She looked at Rayvenne in disbelief and thought, "Doesn't she love Bradley?

"2 years, she made such a fuss. Why is she acting chill about it now? She must be lying."

Rayvenne replied, "You don't get it? I can find another man. But you? Only Bradley will marry you. And he can't even give you a former wedding."

Rosaria's expression turned gloomier because of Rayvenne's words.

Rayvenne felt satisfied as she successfully broke Rosaria's mask.

She mused, "How dare Rosaria provoke me? Looks like she forgot how miserable I had caused her."

Rayvenne didn't want to waste her time with Rosaria and walked away.

Rosaria continued her act of an innocent victim. Suddenly, she grabbed Rayvenne's wrist and said, "Vennie, I'm back for my disease only.

"I have no intention of stepping between you and Bradley. Please, don't get it wrong."

Rayvenne said curtly, "Hands off."

Her face twisted in disgust as Rosaria touched her.

Rayvenne tried to take her hand back. Suddenly, Rosaria fell to the ground.

The noise was loud like a frog dropping from the sky. People would wince when they heard it.

Before Rayvenne could do or say anything, she heard Bradley. Standing not far away, he yelled, "Rayvenne!"

No wonder Rosaria put up such an act. The fool who would buy it was here.

Rayvenne looked at Rosaria with half-lidded eyes and glanced at the fountain a few steps away.

She smirked and pulled Rosaria's head up by her hair.

Rosaria screamed in pain.

She couldn't form a coherent word as Rayvenne pinned her head down in the fountain.

The water was cold. Rosaria felt like she couldn't breathe and could only struggle frantically.

But Rayvenne's grip was firm and relentless. She thought, "Rosaria wanted to frame me and play the victim?

"No need to act. I'll make it real!"

"Help! No..." Rosaria yelled the second her head was lifted above the water.

One second later, Rayvenne forced her head down again.

Bradley witnessed the whole thing and hurried over while shouting angrily, "Rayvenne! Stop it!"

Rosaria was choked, her chest feeling like exploding. Her arms were waving wildly.

Bradley came over and pushed Rayvenne away, freeing Rosaria.

Rosaria was drenched from head to toe. Bradley looked at her worriedly, "Are you OK?"

Rosaria was coughing so badly that her lungs hurt.

"I..."

She stared at Bradley with watery eyes, not able to form a full sentence as her lungs hurt so badly.

Bradley glared at Rayvenne, his gaze dangerous.

Rayvenne came over and stomped on Rosaria's wrist. Rosaria let out a painful wail.

Bradley was fuming. "Rayvenne!"

He pushed Rayvenne away again.

Rayvenne hit Bradley's head with her tiny purse.

Dumbfounded, Bradley glared at Rayvenne, his anger piling up.

He thought, "Damn this woman..."

Before Bradley could stop her, Rayvenne landed several kicks on Rosaria's legs.

After much fuss, Rolando finally separated Rayvenne and Rosaria.

Rosaria's face twisted in pain. She looked at Bradley, eyes full of tears. "Brad, I..."

Bradley's expression was thunderous.

He yelled at Rolando, who was still holding Rayvenne back, "Take her away!"

Rayvenne tried to break free, but Rolando wouldn't let her.

He wondered why this woman was so strong.

"Ms. Aldridge, let's go," Rolando cooed.

Rayvenne replied, "Purse. My purse."

She had thrown it at Bradley in a rage. The purse lay on the ground next to Bradley. Bradley angrily picked it up and threw it at Rayvenne.

Rolando caught it and shoved it into Rayvenne's arms. "Alright, alright. You got your purse."

What a mess.

It ended with Rolando dragging Rayvenne into his car.

Rolando wanted to drive Rayvenne home, but Rayvenne refused any help from Bradley or his men. She drove the car away herself.

Bradley had a hard time recovering from the attack.

When he finally got a hold, a disheveled Rosaria and her welts on her legs made his anger burn harder.

He picked Rosaria up bridal style and said, "I'm taking you to a hospital."

Sobbing, Rosaria nodded pitifully.

Bradley ordered Rolando to get the car.

Rolando looked in that direction and found nothing.

"Ms. Aldridge drove the car away."

In the chaos, Rolando planned to take Rayvenne home, never expecting her to drive off by herself.

Bradley's expression darkened.

Noticing Bradley's icy expression, Rolando immediately said, "I'll get another one from the garage."

The car key was in the office, meaning he had to run upstairs first.

***

During a red light, Rayvenne's phone buzzed.

Rayvenne glanced at the screen and saw Colleen's name.

"Come home tonight. I need to talk to you about something."

Rayvenne opened a bottle of water and took a sip before answering, "Can't do. I'm busy."

She knew what Colleen wanted to talk about. Not what she'd like to hear.

Mad at Rayvenne's dismissal, Colleen huffed, "You're busy? About what? I don't see you fussing around Bradley."

Although Rayvenne was her real daughter, Colleen found it hard to love or hate her.

Rayvenne said, "So, you bring Rosaria back to fuss around Bradley?"

Colleen paused for a second.

Of course, Rayvenne was well aware of what Colleen wanted to talk about. 2 years ago, Rayvenne and Rosaria had a major fallout.

If Rosaria didn't leave town, she'd be doing time in jail.

Bradley and the Fosters probably worried Rayvenne would cause trouble because of Rosaria's return.

Colleen realized Rayvenne had found out about Rosaria.

As the secret was out, she decided to be frank. Changing into a gentle tone, she said, "It has been so long. Let it go."

The weather had turned cold.

The car window was rolled down halfway. The cold wind blew inside, chilling Rayvenne to the bones.

But she managed to ignore the chill that froze her blood in a second.

"Mrs. Foster, I nearly died in that car crash. It has only been 3 years. Don't tell me that you already forgot how critical my condition was."

When the Foster family found Rayvenne, she had stayed in a hospital for 2 months.

Rosaria was behind that car crash as she worried Rayvenne would threaten her position in the Foster family.

She planned the accident to kill Rayvenne.

How could Colleen ask Rayvenne to let it go?

Colleen said, "It has nothing to do with Rosaria. Stop thinking the worst of her."

Rayvenne shot the empty bottle into the bin accurately.

"You believe because she says so! Since you believe her so much, why do you want me back? Why don't you just pretend you never found me? Actually, this is a good idea. I'm deleting your number now!"

"Rayvenne, be reasonable! Don't get so worked up every time we talk about this!"

Colleen was fuming.

Every time they talked about Rosaria, they fought. Colleen hated it.

She didn't get to the point until she berated Rayvenne some more about her irrationality.

"I don't care that you targeted Rosa before. This time is different. She's ill. It's serious."

Rayvenne scoffed, "She's sick, so my wedding has to be postponed and Bradley has to stay by her side. Is that so?"

She didn't like Bradley.

But Rayvenne couldn't suppress her urge to upset them. These people had no sense of right and wrong.

Colleen was pissed off. "Rosa and Bradley grew up together. She relies on him.

"Don't worry. Only you will be Bradley's bride. But for now, let's focus on getting Rosa better, OK?"

So, while they treated Rosaria like their most precious baby, they expected Rayvenne to take a step back?

How annoying...

As Rayvenne didn't answer, Colleen asked, "Did you hear me?"

Rayvenne thought, "Hear what? They're sick. I won't be their puppet." Not bothering to say another word, Rayvenne hung up directly.

Rayvenne swiftly put Colleen's number on the blacklist.

She had done it more than once before. Goodness knew who had deleted it every time.

Rayvenne went back to Parkview Estates.

As soon as she entered the lobby, she saw Gwyneth sitting on the couch.

When Gwyneth noticed Rayvenne, she immediately got up and came over to give Rayvenne a hug. "Sweetie, don't let a man upset you. Tomorrow, I'll find you a better one."

Rayvenne said, "OK."

Gwyneth paused. Rayvenne's calm attitude surprised her.

She stood straight and looked Rayvenne up and down. She gasped when she found blood on Rayvenne's clothes.

"You're hurt? Where?"

Rayvenne looked down. Indeed, there were several drops of blood on her beige coat.

"It's not my blood."

Gwyneth asked, "Whose blood is it?"

Her tone was filled with worry.

Rayvenne replied, "Bradley's or Rosaria's."

"What?"

"I hit them. Both Bradley and Rosaria."

Gwyneth arched a brow.

She saw Bradley and Rosaria in the hospital this morning. It was not until noon. And yet, Rayvenne already punished them.

Gwyneth couldn't help but give Rayvenne a thumbs-up.

"Having a temple will get you into many troubles. But it works when it comes to dealing with scum like them."

Rayvenne had every right to be angry. In this case, even Gwyneth wanted to hurt them, thought she was just Rayvenne's friend.

Gwyneth was worried she'd see a crying, heartbroken Rayvenne when she came over.

It was surprising that Rayvenne didn't cry. No, she even beat them up.

Gwyneth was confused, but she had to say it was a pleasant surprise.

In fact, Rayvenne wasn't a hothead. But she'd lose control when it came to Rosaria.

"Don't bother returning upstairs. Let's go to lunch. It's late."

Rayvenne nodded. "You took a leave to see me?"

Gwyneth said, "Yes, I left early. And I need to go back to the office afterward."

Finding out this news a week before her wedding. Gwyneth was worried that Rayvenne would commit suicide.

The two went to a steakhouse.

Rayvenne cut the steak like it was a chore. "Find another place next time. I don't like steak."

She preferred fondue. Gwyneth knew it too.

"My lunch break is short. Next time, let's have dinner. We can have fondue. OK?"

It was a workday. Most people would just grab a simple bite.

Gwyneth asked, "How about you and Bradley? What happens next?"

Rayvenne felt the steak taste worse at the mention of Bradley.

"Please send an announcement for me. Tell people that the wedding is off."

Gwyneth's hands paused.

"Do your family and the Ferguson family agree about this?"

She thought, "How efficient can Rayvenne be? In a few hours, she managed to beat those two up and convince their parents?"

Rayvenne said, "I don't need their agreement."

Gwyneth fell silent.

Alright. It was true.

They didn't ask for Rayvenne's agreement when they set up the engagement.

Once the Fergusons found out Rosaria wasn't a real Foster and was only a maid's daughter, they demanded to cancel the engagement.

The Foster family panicked.

They had projects that relied on the Ferguson family's support. Colleen and Geoffrey Foster, Rayvenne's dad, asked Rayvenne to marry Bradley without asking for her opinion.

2 years ago, Bradley had uncharacteristically sided with Rayvenne in her dispute with Rosaria.

After Rosaria was sent abroad, Bradley had doted on Rayvenne.

At that time, Gwyneth believed it was because Bradley had finally seen through Rosaria.

But given his change of attitude now, Bradley had done those things merely to hold Rayvenne off.

After all, Rayvenne was determined to send Rosaria to jail.

Gwyneth figured out the whole thing and cursed Bradley out, "He's a total jerk.

"In this case, you knew he was a bastard 2 years ago. Why did you agree to engage with him? You even went to pick out a wedding dress earlier today. Do you really want to marry him?"

Gwyneth was at a loss.

After hearing Gwyneth's questions, Rayvenne lowered her eyes. The light in her eyes dimmed slightly.

Why? Because she had an agenda too.

"Stop asking questions. Remember to post the picture of them in the hospital."

Gwyneth didn't press as Rayvenne changed the subject.

Anyway, she was glad that, unlike people had assumed, Rayvenne didn't want to marry Bradley because she was madly in love with him.

"Yes, I'll spread the news now."

Gwyneth picked up her phone.

She was a journalist at a newspaper before. Her account had over 1 million followers.

The Ferguson family was the No.1 family in Hazelport. People had been keeping tabs on this upcoming wedding.

She had to handle this matter delicately, or Rayvenne's reputation would be damaged.

Half an hour later.

There was a new trending topic. It was about the foster daughter of the Foster family who had returned and was seen in the hospital with the heir of the Ferguson family.

The topic below it was new too.

It said that the real Ms. Foster canceled her wedding with Mr. Ferguson.

These two topics were both trending.

The foster daughter. The real Ms. Foster. The vague memories of the scandal 2 years ago had been awakened by the news.

Soon, Rayvenne's phone started ringing nonstop...

Gwyneth watched the screen of Rayvenne's phone go on and off due to the incoming calls.

It just wouldn't stop ringing.

Finally, she spoke up, "Just turn it off."

Blacklist wasn't working as the calls were from unknown numbers.

Rayvenne was sure it was Colleen. She must be using the servants' phones.

Rayvenne turned off her phone obediently.

However, Colleen had begun her punishment.

When Rayvenne paid the bill via her phone, her payment was denied. It showed that her card had been suspended.

A few years ago, when Rayvenne returned to the Foster family, Colleen insisted that Rayvenne use this card for her electronic payment account.

But the card was suspended...

Gwyneth glanced at Rayvenne's phone. "What does it mean?"

Rayvenne said, "They cut me off."

The corner of Gwyneth's mouth twitched. "Because of Rosaria? Are they really your family?"

Gwyneth felt disgusted by the Fosters' action.

How could they punish their real daughter like this because of a foster daughter?

Rayvenne smiled coolly, "Won't be the first time."

Gwyneth said, "I'll pay."

She took out her phone.

Rayvenne stopped her. "No. I have money."

But Gwyneth already paid.

They left the steakhouse and got into the car. Gwyneth said, "I'm transferring 35,000 dollars to you. Don't let them get to you."

Rayvenne was their real daughter. And yet, they were cutting her off. They thought Rayvenne would be pressured into submission by this poor trick?

Gwyneth's kind offer made tears well up in Rayvenne's eyes.

"Not necessary. I have money."

Gwyneth argued, "You won't have much since you don't even have a job. Damn those Fosters."

Gwyneth was so mad that her hands shook.

Rayvenne retorted, "I have my way. Well, it's a long story."

It was hard to explain why she had money.

Although she had wasted 2 years by Bradley's side, she never depended on the Ferguson family or the Foster family.

Gwyneth waved dismissively. "Alright, you have money. But I still want you to take these 35,000 dollars."

She thought, "For 2 years, Rayvenne busies herself around Bradley. Her only income is the Foster family's allowance. She can't have much money."

Gwyneth didn't believe Rayvenne at all.

Rayvenne said, "I don't need it, really!"

Gwyneth said, "Hold on. What are you..."

No matter what Rayvenne said, Gwyneth wouldn't believe her.

To convince Gwyneth, Rayvenne took her to the mall and spent thousands of dollars.

It finally cleared Gwyneth's doubt...

When she saw Rayvenne's unlimited card, her eyes lit up. "Where did you get this card? Who gave it to you? Bradley?"

About how Rayvenne had an unlimited card, it was the only way Gwyneth could think of.

Rayvenne had taken the card in desperation. She paused.

Mixed emotions gleamed in her eyes...

"Bradley? No way."

He would never give Rayvenne his card.

Gwyneth asked, "Then who is it?"

Not Bradley. Not the Foster family.

"You know some big shot that I don't?"

Rayvenne's gaze softened as she thought of the card's owner. She didn't answer the question.

"Let's go."

Arms full of shopping bags, she pulled Gwyneth out of the mall.

***

After saying goodbye to Gwyneth, Rayvenne returned to Parkview Estates. Bradley was waiting for her in front of her house.

His expression was dark. Bradley checked his watch. He had been waiting for 2 hours.

"Why did you turn off your phone?"

Rayvenne said curtly, "Too noisy."

They hadn't called her as many times as they did today this month. But they were blowing up her phone because of Rosaria.

Rayvenne took out the key and reached for the door. Bradley seized her wrist. "Rayvenne!"

Rayvenne stared at him coldly.

"Your unforgettable love needs your accompany in the hospital."

The word "unforgettable love" enraged Bradley.

"Let's talk."

Rayvenne replied, "No need."

She threw Bradley off and opened the door. Once she walked inside, she tried to push the door closed.

Bradley swiftly shoved his arm between the door and the frame, keeping the door open.

As he was about to squeeze in, Rayvenne kicked him, aiming at his crotch.

Bradley said through gritted teeth, "Hey, you!"

As he side-stepped to dodge the kick, his arm moved away from the gap. Rayvenne took the chance to shut the door.

But Bradley's reaction was just as quick. He grabbed the door handle and squeezed through the gap to get in.

Rayvenne looked at him aloofly. "I suggest you get out now."

"Seriously? How dare you?"

Bradley thought, "So rude. She's like a butch."

Bradley directly walked into the living room and sat down on the couch.

Having the urge for a cigarette, he drew out one from his cigarette box. Rayvenne snapped it away from his hand and threw it into the bin.

Bradley's face darkened. "What are you doing?"

Nobody had treated him so rudely before.

When he was with Rosaria, no matter what he wanted to do, Rosaria would let him.

Rayvenne said, "I don't like the smell of cigarettes."

Bradley was speechless.

He thought, "Damn this woman."

Fine. He wouldn't have one.

Bradley gritted his teeth and suppressed his anger. Since the news appeared on the trending topic this morning, his family had been calling him nonstop.

"Is it Gwyneth who posted the news for you?"

He thought, "She is serious about cancelling the wedding? This temper tantrum has gone too far."

Rayvenne didn't answer. She walked up to the fridge and took out a piece of cake.

The steak wasn't enough to fill her stomach, not to mention that she went on a shopping spree with Gwyneth for 2 hours.

Bradley was so mad at Rayvenne's cold shoulder that he felt like his brain was exploding.

"It's our wedding. It's just between us. Why do you have to spread the news?"

Threatening him with cancelling the wedding was one thing. Rayvenne shouldn't blow it out of proportion.

Bradley reminded himself not to forgive Rayvenne...

Rayvenne spoke up, "Is it just between us?"

Things would be so much easier if that were the case.

She shot an icy glance at Bradley and added, "Even if I didn't spread the news, sooner or later, someone would do it. I prefer to have the upper hand."

Bradley knew clearly who Rayvenne meant by someone.

"Would you not treat Rosa like the evilest woman for once?"

Rayvenne chuckled and took a bite of the cake. "If she wasn't so evil, why did you send her away in a hurry 2 years ago?"

Bradley fell silent.

2 years ago?

Bradley's expression turned gloomy once Rayvenne brought that up.

"You were relentless. Rosa had to go, or you'd put her in jail. Am I right?"

Rayvenne took another bite and nodded. "Yes."

Bradley's expression turned gloomier.

While he thought about the past event, he subconsciously glanced at Rayvenne in distaste.

The Foster family didn't like her because she was too much trouble.

But then, Bradley remembered it wasn't the time to cancel the wedding.

He schooled his face into a gentle expression and said, "Rosa is sick. Once she recovers, we'll send her away."

Rayvenne merely gave him a distant look.

Bradley continued saying, "Your parents won't tolerate you much longer. At this rate, you're going to make your life harder."

Bradley knew what the Foster family would do to tame Rayvenne.

If he was right, her card had been suspended.

Bradley looked around the house and said, "How much rent have you paid in advance? When is the next time you pay?"

He remembered Rayvenne rented this place when she moved out of the Fosters' house.

Parkview Estates was an expensive neighborhood. The rent for a house like Rayvenne's would cost at least 1,600 dollars.

Bradley had brought this up to remind Rayvenne that she wasn't in a position to do whatever she wanted.

Rayvenne said, "You should go."

"What..."

Bradley's face darkened.

His phone buzzed, successfully cutting him off. He took it out. It was Rosaria calling.

Bradley didn't see the need to talk in private. He answered it directly, "Rosa."

What was the meaning of this? Because Rayvenne seemed to be the weaker side in this marriage, there was no need to respect her?

Bradley didn't want a fallout. But he thought it was OK to answer his girlfriend's call in front of his fiancée?

After Rayvenne had taken her gloves off, Bradley had dropped his disguise.

He had broken out of the role he had been acting for 2 years.

Rosaria said something, and Bradley stood up hurriedly. "Calm down. I'm on my way."

He hung up and glanced at Rayvenne.

"Think about what I've said. Throw a fit all you want. Rosa's health is our only priority now."

He had made it clear that Rayvenne wouldn't get what she wanted no matter what...

Rayvenne ignored him and walked to the hallway to bring her shopping bags in.

All were from expensive brands.

Bradley stared at the bags and was lost in thought...

"You have money for a shopping spree?"

Didn't the Foster family punish her?

Before, every time Rayvenne caused trouble, the Foster family would suspend her card for at least half a month.

It was to remind her that without the Foster family, she'd be nothing!

Rayvenne glanced at him and said, "Is it against the law?"

Again, Bradley fell silent.

He thought, "Damn her... She surely is good at pressing buttons."

Bradley got in the car, his face tight with anger.

Rolando glanced at him in the rearview mirror. "How did it go, Mr. Ferguson? Did Ms. Aldridge cool off yet?"

Everyone thought Rayvenne was just throwing a fit to push Bradley into sending Rosaria away again.

Bradley rubbed his brow, still irritated. "You think she lets it go that easily?"

Rolando agreed silently.

Rosaria had come back without warning. Of course, Rayvenne was pissed.

"So she's seriously calling off the wedding?" Rolando asked, curious.

Bradley looked up, caught off guard.

Thinking back on everything between them over the past two years, he knew Rayvenne wouldn't go that far. Still, he gave a short laugh. "What do you think?"

Rolando was thinking no, but didn't say it.

The Foster family hated Rayvenne. Marrying Bradley was probably her only option.

And she had put too much into this relationship to just walk away.

The more Rolando thought about it, the surer he was. Maybe she just took it a little too far this time.

***

At Parkview Estates.

Rayvenne stared at the shopping bags, her mind on the wrong card she'd used.

A bad feeling crept in, but she pushed it aside.

It had been a long day—waking up early, trying on wedding dresses, then shopping with Gwyneth. Her legs were killing her.

She took a bath and stepped out feeling much better. Just then, the doorbell rang, loud and sharp.

"Who is it?" she shouted at the door.

Colleen's voice came through. "It's me. Open up."

Rayvenne opened the door. Colleen stood there in an elegant gown, wearing a pearl necklace.

Her makeup was flawless, and her expression was stern.

She walked straight in, sat down on the couch, and fixed Rayvenne with a stare.

Rayvenne closed the door, towel-drying her hair.

Colleen was already fuming, and seeing Rayvenne so relaxed made her snap.

"What are you even trying to do?

"I told you Rosa didn't do it. She just got back, and you hit her.

"Then you go and call off the wedding? Seriously? You want everyone in Hazelport thinking Rosa just waltzed in and took her sister's man?"

Colleen kept going, her anger rising.

Rayvenne tossed the towel aside and met her eyes.

That icy stare only made her angrier.

"You won't be happy till the whole Foster family is a joke, huh? I should've never brought you back."

The moment the words slipped out, Colleen regretted them.

To her, Rayvenne was a curse. If it weren't for her, none of this would've happened.

Rayvenne heard her loud and clear.

"Yeah, you shouldn't have. If you hadn't, I wouldn't've ended up in that damn car crash," she said with a sneer.

She wished they'd never come looking for her.

Colleen snarled, "You—"

Rayvenne cut her off. "Like I said, just pretend you never found me. We're done.

"And you've known from the start how shameless your dear Rosa is. Now you're scared other people might see it too?"

She'd only spent a little time with the Foster family. There was no bond at all.

Colleen nearly lost it. "You... you're gonna be the death of me!"

At that point, the conversation hit a wall.

She stood up. "Think it over. The day you stop going after Rosa is the day I unfreeze your cards."

It was the best punishment she could come up with for now.

Then Colleen walked out, convinced Rayvenne would cave once she ran out of cash.

***

After Colleen left, Rayvenne rinsed an apple and took a bite like nothing had happened.

She didn't even give it a second thought.

Then her phone rang. She picked up. "Hello?"

"Boss, we just landed a big project. Like, really big."

"How big?"

"Triple the usual budget."

Rayvenne smiled and took another bite. The apple tasted even sweeter.

She stood up. "I'm on my way."

She changed quickly and rushed out.

Thirty minutes later, she walked into the studio. Her assistant, Priscilla Dawson, greeted her with a grin. "Boss, this one is huge."

She handed over the project folder, clearly eager.

Rayvenne flipped through it. "Lunaris Global again?"

Their travel division was massive. She'd already done two big projects for them this year.

The design fees were already generous. This one was off the charts.

Priscilla nodded. "Yep. Their representative said our work has been incredible. They want us on everything from now on."

Rayvenne's face lit up with the first real smile of the day. "Call a meeting. All designers."

"Got it," Priscilla replied.

***

After leaving Parkview Estates, Colleen headed straight to the hospital.

Bradley was already there, along with her son, Clifton Foster.

Before she arrived, Clifton had been comforting Rosaria.

They'd grown up together, and Clifton had always sided with Rosaria over Rayvenne.

Now that Rayvenne had hit her, he was even more upset.

When Colleen walked in, Rosaria looked up, filled with guilt. "Mom, I'm sorry. I think I upset Vennie again."

Colleen rushed to her, concern written all over her face. "Sweetheart, that's not on you. I know she's hot-tempered."

Just mentioning Rayvenne's temper made the whole room tense.

Colleen sighed. "I don't know what kind of family raised her to be so entitled."

The only thing they knew about Rayvenne's adoptive family was the surname.

Whether she'd grown up in the city or some backwater town, the Foster family had no idea.

They had asked, but Rayvenne never said.

"What kind of family? Just look at her. She was raised wild. Probably grew up with a bunch of bumpkins," Clifton scoffed.

To him, Rayvenne was cranky, rude, and a pain to be around.

Colleen sighed again.

Clifton continued, "You froze her cards. Just don't let her have access again that easily."

He wanted her to feel it and finally back off.

A flicker of smug satisfaction crossed Rosaria's face when she heard them talking about freezing Rayvenne's cards.

"Nothing in this family belongs to her. I'm the only daughter here," she thought darkly.

Then she masked it with a worried expression. "What's Vennie supposed to do now? She's been living off us for two years. And she doesn't even have a job."

"Rosa, don't defend her," Clifton said. "We need to knock that attitude down a peg."

Rosaria hesitated, then looked at Colleen.

Colleen nodded. "Yeah, he's right. She needs to learn how to carry herself like a proper young lady."

Just thinking about Rayvenne's temper gave Colleen a headache.

In her mind, Rayvenne was still hung up on Bradley, and the whole mess two years ago had been about him.

Rayvenne blamed the car accident on Rosaria, but Colleen saw it as a cover—Rayvenne had been into Bradley from the start.

Rosaria's gaze shifted to Bradley.

He frowned but didn't say a word, clearly siding with Colleen and Clifton.

Colleen turned back to Rosaria and asked, "How's your ankle? Is it bad?"

Rosaria shook her head. "Not really. Brad made me come to the hospital."

"You should still be careful," Colleen said. "Your dad brought in the best specialist. Let's get it checked properly."

"Thanks, Mom."

"Silly girl, you don't need to thank me," Colleen said, filled with guilt.

And just like that, they fussed over Rosaria while deciding what to do about Rayvenne.

They all agreed to cut off her 3,500-dollar monthly allowance, convinced she'd back off and stop going after Rosaria.

They were sure Rayvenne loved Bradley too much to walk away.

And this time, they weren't letting her have her way.

***

Meanwhile, Rayvenne had spent the whole afternoon in meetings at the studio.

It was a major project, with a record-breaking budget in the industry.

It was a big client with big money, and she was all in. She had to land it.

By the time she left the studio, it was already 6 p.m.

"Vennie?" a voice called out nearby. It was Gwyneth, surprised to see her there at all.

It was rush hour, and people were pouring out of the building.

Rayvenne turned just as Gwyneth reached her. "Vennie, what are you doing here? Looking for a job or something?"

This area had three office towers, packed with small companies.

"I offered you money and you turned it down. And now you're out here job hunting?" she went on before Rayvenne could answer.

"Let's grab some food first. I'll explain," Rayvenne replied.

Gwyneth didn't know about the studio, and it wasn't a short story.

They ended up at a fondue restaurant nearby.

It took thirty minutes to explain everything.

Gwyneth stared at her, stunned. "You've had a studio this whole time? You never said a word."

She figured the Foster family and Bradley didn't know either.

"It just never really came up," Rayvenne said. "And whenever it almost did, the conversation kind of drifted."

Gwyneth nodded slowly.

They'd met overseas, and when they hung out, it was mostly girl talk.

Even when work came up, it was barely more than a passing mention.

"You've been running it for a year?" she asked.

Rayvenne nodded. "Yes."

"Is it making money?"

That was what mattered.

If Rayvenne had her own money, she would be able to walk away from both the Aldridge family and Bradley.

"Just a small studio, making about a million. Give or take," Rayvenne replied.

Gwyneth's jaw dropped.

Rayvenne clearly had a different idea of "small." A million in the first year was no small feat.

"A design studio makes that kind of money in year one?" Gwyneth muttered.

Small studios were lucky just to break even in their first year. Rayvenne's was already making a profit.

"If you do good work, it makes money," she said. "Just don't tell others."

Gwyneth nodded. "Yeah. I get it."

Rosaria was a scheming bitch who wanted everything Rayvenne had. And Gwyneth remembered Rosaria had studied the same major.

Bradley wasn't any better. If things got tense, he'd probably sabotage the business behind the scenes.

"Don't let it get to you. Cutting you off is just their way of trying to make you cave," Gwyneth said.

She was stating the obvious.

Colleen and the others were trying to push Rayvenne into letting go of the car accident.

The Foster family was bending over backwards for Rosaria's sake.

"Does Felicia know about the studio?" Gwyneth asked.

"Nope. Haven't seen her in forever. Every time I call, she says she's buried in hospital shifts."

Felicia Cochran was their mutual best friend, a genius in gynecology and the busiest of the three.

Gwyneth nodded. "Yeah, she's always swamped. I haven't seen her in a month."

Talking about Felicia reminded Gwyneth of something.

"Felicia mentioned on the phone that her hospital just approved some new weight-loss drug. Wanna come with me tomorrow?"

Rayvenne took a sip of Coke and gave her an once-over. "Weight-loss drug? Why?"

Gwyneth wasn't anywhere near overweight.

"It's my cousin. He's hitting 100 kg and is practically depressed."

Rayvenne nodded. "Alright."

In her view, life was way too short to stress about looks, especially weight.

Once someone started down that road, it was misery: bland meals, uncomfortable clothes, and a constant sense of not being good enough.

After parting ways with Gwyneth, Rayvenne headed home.

The mess on the couch made her frown.

She sat down beside it, pulled a receipt from one of the shopping bags, and stared at the card info for a moment.

Her phone buzzed, and she checked the screen. It was Geoffrey's secretary.

Rayvenne knew it was about the Foster family and declined the call.

Seconds later, Geoffrey called. She ignored that, too.

***

At the Foster villa.

Geoffrey's expression darkened when he saw that Rayvenne wasn't answering.

He turned to Colleen. "I told you to keep Rosa away from her."

"It wasn't Rosa's fault this time. She... It's complicated," Colleen muttered, looking sulky.

Just mentioning the tension between Rayvenne and Rosaria made her feel helpless.

Geoffrey looked at his phone. Photos of Bradley and Rosaria at the hospital were all over social media.

"Bradley is engaged to Vennie, and he takes Rosa to the hospital? Is Rosa out of her mind, or are you?"

Colleen hesitated. "I..."

"I got her a top specialist. Why did you let him get involved?"

Geoffrey's face contorted with anger.

He was still bitter about the Ferguson family rejecting Rosaria two years ago. But at least now he could see things clearly.

Now that Bradley had moved on and was engaged to Rayvenne, there shouldn't be any private contact that could spark rumors.

"Rosa's really sick. I just wanted to cheer her up. You know she and Bradley go way back; they've known each other since middle school."

"So what? He's with Vennie now. That kind of closeness isn't okay anymore."

His voice was sharp, his expression ice cold.

Colleen fell silent.

Sure, he had a point. But life wasn't always that simple.

He turned to his secretary. "Get the car ready."

"It's late. Where are you going?" Colleen asked, checking the time.

"Parkview Estates."

She figured he was heading to see Rayvenne. "I'll go with you."

"No. You'll end up fighting with her."

Geoffrey had been frustrated for a long time with how she treated Rayvenne.

His words hit a nerve.

"She's the one who always starts it," Colleen shot back. "You haven't seen her lately. She's so damn defiant, like we owe her something."

"We do. We weren't there for her all those years."

That shut her up. Unlike Colleen, Geoffrey felt guilty about Rayvenne.

Just before heading out, he turned back. "Did you freeze her cards again?"

"Uh... yeah. I did," Colleen said.

"You're unbelievable. Are you trying to drive her off for good?"

Doing that right after Rosaria came back would only make Rayvenne hate you more.

Geoffrey was furious.

Colleen tried to defend herself. "You didn't see how she treated me today. I just—"

"Put them back on."

His tone left no room for argument.

Colleen didn't like it, but she didn't push back. "Fine. I'll call the bank tomorrow."

Rosaria stood at the top of the stairs, her ankle still swollen.

When she overheard what Geoffrey said about Rayvenne, a flicker of disappointment crossed her face.

Rayvenne was his blood, after all.

***

An hour later, Geoffrey arrived at Parkview Estates.

He sat on the couch and looked at Rayvenne without mentioning the missed calls.

She poured him a glass of water, her face blank.

"Don't bother," he said. "Just sit."

He'd never really known her or how to get along with her.

Rayvenne had grown up in a different home.

Now she sat across from him.

He rested his hands on his knees, sitting upright. "You had another fight with Rosa?

"You came to blame me, too?" she asked.

Blame had become routine since the Foster family came into her life. She was used to it.

Geoffrey heard the edge in her voice and sighed. "Is this about her and Bradley breaking off the engagement?"

Rayvenne took a sip of water.

She didn't open up to people she didn't trust. And she didn't trust anyone in that family.

Her silence made Geoffrey feel stuck.

Now he understood why Colleen was always frustrated—Rayvenne wasn't letting them in.

"Don't be mad at Rosa," he said. "She's only back for treatment. Bradley took her to the hospital, but I already talked to your mom. It won't happen again."

Rayvenne set down her glass and met his eyes.

"I don't care what's going on between them. You didn't have to show up this late just to tell me that."

"What do you mean? Vennie, this isn't a game. You and Bradley are engaged. You can't just back out."

Calling off the wedding would make the Foster family look bad.

"Exactly. It's not a game. Now that I see things clearly, I'm done."

Her words almost made sense to him.

"But you and Bradley—"

She cut him off. "You're just worried about the family name, aren't you? That's easy."

Rayvenne hit the nail on the head, and it made Geoffrey uneasy. "How?"

He'd been stewing over it ever since the news broke that morning.

"Just tell everyone you messed up. Say I'm not your daughter. Easy fix," she said.

"You... Don't be ridiculous."

She wasn't just canceling the wedding. She was ready to cut ties with the Foster family.

To Geoffrey, that would only make things worse.

His face darkened.

But Rayvenne held firm. "Either way, I'm not marrying Bradley."

"Then who else do you think would marry you? You're supposed to be walking down the aisle in a week. If you go through with this and offend his family, no guy in this city will want you. You and Bradley still care about each other."

Rayvenne gave a sarcastic laugh.

"Oh, you probably haven't heard. Bradley told me this morning that we have to postpone the wedding because Rosaria's back."

"What?" Geoffrey's expression made it clear he hadn't known.

"So, because you're all clinging to his family, dignity doesn't matter? And I'm just supposed to suck it up like you?"

Geoffrey didn't know what to say.

Her words hit hard, and he looked livid.

But she wasn't wrong—the Ferguson family had been keeping their business afloat over the past few years.

"You're—"

"You heard me. There's nothing left to fix between me and Bradley," she said firmly.

Geoffrey's temper flared.

"Don't say that. You're marrying Bradley."

The Foster family couldn't afford to offend the Ferguson family.

Bradley might still have feelings for Rosaria, but his family would never allow the marriage.

Two years ago, Geoffrey had seen what his grandparents could do.

The Foster family did gain something through Bradley, but lost it all once his family stepped in.

"I'll talk to his family," Geoffrey said. "But you need to stop being so stubborn."

Rayvenne didn't respond. She walked to the door and opened it, expecting him to leave.

Her attitude made Geoffrey's blood boil. "You hit Rosa and humiliated Bradley. What more do you want?

"By the way, I told your mother to unfreeze your cards. She'll call the bank tomorrow."

"I'm not marrying Bradley," she repeated.

"You..."

Geoffrey couldn't hold back his anger any longer.

Geoffrey was starting to see why Colleen always ended up so furious.

Just like she said, Rayvenne acted like they owed her and wouldn't budge, no matter what anyone said.

Now Geoffrey had no choice but to get tough.

"Fine. Leave the cards frozen. We'll talk when you've come to your senses."

With that, he walked out.

The place went quiet.

Rayvenne slammed the door and went back to the living room. Just then, her phone buzzed.

Rolando's name lit up the screen.

She'd blocked Bradley, Colleen, and Geoffrey just today.

They could only reach her through someone else's phone.

As expected, Rayvenne didn't answer.

***

Bradley had just left the Ferguson's mansion. He was using Rolando's phone to call Rayvenne, but she declined.

When he tried again, it went straight to voicemail. The number was blocked.

His expression darkened. "Who taught her to ghost people like this?"

Rolando's mouth twitched.

"Pretty sure you're not the only one she's ignoring today."

He said it because he knew the Foster family had gotten the same treatment earlier.

Bradley's head was pounding.

"Take me to Parkview Estates."

Rayvenne had gone too far this time.

Rolando nodded. "OK."

***

An hour later, they arrived.

It was already midnight. Rayvenne was asleep.

Bradley rang the doorbell repeatedly, but no one answered.

Getting shut out only made him more irritated.

He'd had enough. "Call a locksmith."

Rolando hesitated. Just as he reached for his phone, the door opened.

Rayvenne stood there in pajamas, groggy and annoyed, holding a baseball bat.

She looked ready to use it.

Rolando stepped aside, his mouth twitching nervously.

The moment she saw Bradley, her anger flared. She raised the bat and swung it straight at him.

Bradley caught it midair, his jaw clenched. "Woman, you've..."

She'd gotten physical just hours ago.

He figured she was just grumpy about the wedding being postponed, but this felt like overkill.

Once they were inside, Rayvenne tossed the bat aside.

"If you've got something to say, say it."

Bradley walked over to the fridge and opened it. Aside from a few bottles of water, it was empty.

"You don't cook?" he asked.

Rayvenne gave him a look like he'd lost his mind.

He'd shown up at midnight, checked her fridge, and asked if she cooked.

It was absurd, and no wonder she was irritated.

"I haven't eaten all day," Bradley said.

It had been a rough day—missed lunch and trouble at the Ferguson's mansion. Now he was starving.

His words didn't help. Her gaze sharpened with suspicion.

"And you think I've got food here for you?"

After everything, he still thought she'd cook for him.

That was brazen.

His jaw hurt from how hard he'd clenched it. "You don't know how to cook?"

"When have you ever seen me cook?" she said flatly.

Even if she did, she wouldn't cook for him.

Bradley paused, a flicker of realization crossing his face.

She hadn't made him a single meal since they got engaged.

Rosaria, however, could do it all.

She cooked, made soup, and even used to bring meals to his office when she still lived in Hazelport.

Rayvenne caught the shift in his expression and gave a dry laugh. "Thinking about Rosaria?"

She knew Rosaria was good at domestic things.

Back when she first moved into the Foster's villa, Rosaria handled everything. Rayvenne was hopeless with housework.

People compared them, and Rosaria got all the credit.

Bradley's face fell. "The wedding will go ahead as planned. Are you happy now?"

He sounded like he was doing her a favor, expecting her to calm down and appreciate it.

Rayvenne raised a brow. "You said this morning it was postponed. Now it's back on? You flip-flop like a child. So unreliable."

Her comment hit him hard.

"Does Rosaria know?" she added.

She could tell by the look on his face that he'd talked with his family.