A Surprising Twist of Fates (Sierra and Theo)

Janet grew more convinced that this plan would work. What pleased her the most was her being able to chase that eyesore, Sophie, out once they secured the shares. It was killing two birds with one stone.

The moment Benson stepped out of the room in a white suit with a gloomy expression, Janet immediately pulled him into a corner.

"Benson, if you want those shares, just sweet-talk Sierra. Get her to transfer them to you, and it'll drive Theo mad."

He had lost a lot of weight recently and always looked exhausted. "Cee is already married to Theo, and I'm about to walk into my own grave. There's no chance for us anymore."

His eyes reddened as he spoke in a voice full of regret.

Janet's heart ached at the sight. She patted his shoulder in comfort. "What does marriage matter? As long as there are feelings between you two, that's what counts. Just make sure she hands over those shares. Understand?"

The mere thought of having to call his former lover "aunt" made his chest tighten with suffocating pain, and Janet's words felt like a lifeline, something to cling to.

"Yes, as long as we still love each other, no one can separate us.

"Cee loves me so much. She's just angry. Once she calms down, she'll forgive me..."noveldrama

He muttered these words over and over, successfully hypnotizing himself into belief. When he walked downstairs and saw Sierra, his eyes instantly brightened, and he strode toward her eagerly. "Cee."

His affectionate voice made Theo's face darken, while Sierra instinctively shivered in disgust and shifted away.

"You should be calling me Aunt Sierra."

Benson looked heartbroken, and his voice dripped with devotion. "Cee, I don't love Sophie. I only love you..."

Before he could finish his declaration of loyalty, Theo pulled Sierra into his arms and warned him coldly, "Benson, you're about to be a father. Show some restraint.

"Sierra is my wife. From now on, when you see her, you should respectfully address her as Aunt Sierra. Don't let me hear any more nonsense from you-or you won't like the consequences."

As the two men faced off, Edward descended the stairs with Sophie trailing behind him. Both of them were smiling.

"Sierra, Theo, how do I look?"

"Benson, Uncle Theo, Aunt Sierra."

Edward was dressed in a suit, and his eyes were alighted with genuine joy. It was clear he was truly happy for Benson. Neither Theo nor Sierra wanted to dampen his mood, so they put on smiles and stepped forward to help him to the couch.

"It looks nice." Theo, unable to relate to Edward's excitement or appreciate the bright outfit, gave a half-hearted compliment.

Edward didn't expect much from him in terms of enthusiasm and turned to Sierra with anticipation.

She didn't disappoint and smiled as she praised him. "The color suits you well, and the style complements you. It makes you look especially distinguished..."

With her compliments flowing one after another, Edward let out a satisfied, hearty laugh.

Theo watched her with indulgence as he let out a gentle smile.

Dressed in an elegant white gown, Sophie wore a demure smile, but inside, she was seething. She scoffed at Sierra's ability to flatter, but when she turned her head and saw Theo gazing at Sierra with unwavering focus, how perfectly they looked together, jealousy surged through her.

Why did Sierra always attract men who loved her deeply?

But so what? No matter how good Sierra was at charming men, she still managed to steal her boyfriend.

A triumphant gleam flashed in her eyes as she turned to look at Benson, expecting to meet his adoring gaze.

Yet, Benson wasn't looking at her. He was watching Sierra dote on Edward with longing, and there was even a hint of indulgence in his expression.

Her composure snapped. "Benson, where the hell are you looking?"