Betrayal At The Altar

Everyone in the Johnson family was against Rachel’s relationship with Louis Smith after they learned that she had fallen for someone who wasn’t in the same social status. Rachel, being the stubborn mule of the family, estranged herself from her family, hid her status as the grandchild of the Johnson family, and joined the Smith family in toiling in the name of

love

Angered by her choice, Old Mr. Johnson cut all financial support as the ultimatum to force Rachel to return to the family.

Hence, he lost Rachel for three whole years.

Everyone in the Johnson family had waited for Rachel to change her mind for three years. Little did they know, they received the news of Louis ditching Rachel.

Rachel Grey was a descendant of the Johnson family and was entitled to the privilege of rejecting others, not the other way around.

What a nerve Louis Smith had.

Tom Johnson would not allow Louis Smith to escape unscathed after hurting Rachel. He would make sure this ungrateful man learned his lesson.

“Haven’t you laid out the plan for me, Uncle Tom?” Rachel smiled. She glanced at Tom, amused by his question.

plan for you is for you to return to the family. The old man is aging fast, and it is becoming difficult for him to manage the company. You know your Uncle Adrian and I are interested in something other than taking over the family business. So, we would be thankful if you could take over the family business.” Tom gazed at Rachel lovingly. “You can let me know if you have something else in your mind. You know I’m

of assurance flooded Rachel’s

recalled when she went against her family, who loved her unconditionally, for al heartbreaker. She had so wanted to give herself a good

brat.

with all her might. She choked gratitude for

the only niece I have. Who else would I side with other than you?” Tom gently patted her head, his eyes full of adoration for her. “Take care of yourself. I’ll come to visit

Rachel turned to the window. The sun shone brightly through the window, signaling that she should take a walk

knitted sweater, Olivia Cruise watched Rachel from the hospital corridor, who was

Rachel was wearing a typical hospital gown and sitting alone under

of innocence in her look, graceful yet pure. Her beauty was intriguing, one

others couldn’t help turning their heads for a second glance

street.

off–guard, and she automatically turned toward the direction of the voice. Her expression immediately turned