When Serenity Silver got released from jail, she only had one main priority to get what she lost and with how the game was going now, she needed help from the women who knew her the most, her sisters. As all four women show the life of hard working...
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After a successful meeting with Veronica, my mind remained fixated on the name "Ocean." It triggered a flood of memories and mixed emotions. Ocean and I were once inseparable, practically the dynamic duo. We grew up in the same neighborhood, attended the same schools, and, truth be told, we even shared romantic encounters with the same women. He was my best friend until greed drove a wedge between us. We both worked for my father, but when money became our main focus, Ocean's betrayal of my dad became inevitable. He wanted us to start a business together, but I declined due to concerns about the family name. That decision severed our friendship, and what followed was an unspoken rivalry that lingered until today.
"So, where are we headed now?" Serenity asked, her face radiating excitement as if she hadn't ventured far in her life.
"Remember the gala?" Jester reminded me, prompting a sigh from me as I contemplated the event.
"The gala? Am I going too?" Serenity asked, her tone tinged with curiosity, and I shook my head as we climbed into the car.
"It's an annual event my father attends, a dinner party for the board members and families of Caremakers," I explained, noticing a hint of redness in her face.
"The same company that tore down homes and displaced countless people to build those overpriced condos?" she rolled her eyes, taking a seat across from me.
I understood her frustration. When my father first mentioned it, I too was outraged. But after further explanation, I realized his intentions.
Serenity remained silent as Jester drove us to our next destination. She stared out the window, her upset expression lingering even after learning about the gala.
"I mean, how can you associate yourself with such a corrupt company?" she finally spoke up, and I sighed, meeting her gaze that captivated me.
Her eyes were mesmerizing, promising yet hardened. Beneath her tough exterior, I glimpsed the vulnerable girl with softer emotions.
I took a deep breath, delving into the past. "When my father aligned with Caremakers, it was with the intention to protect the community, create programs for children, build parks, stores—anything to make our area more appealing to tourists. With my father involved, Caremakers had to go through him for any projects in our neighborhood. But then came the colossal condos, mini-malls, and all of that," I reminisced about the times when people were confined to their homes during my younger years.
"My father didn't know they were evicting families. When he confronted them, they offered him a stake in the business. Caremakers controlled everything from importing and exporting to illegal workers and property. They threatened to expose my father whenever he tried to challenge them. So, now we're stuck attending the gala—it's a lifelong commitment," I explained, memories of those difficult times resurfacing.
