“She's a good girl? Hayden, I'm your sister! She once cut my precious hair and slapped me before so many people. No one had ever dared to do such a thing to me! She used to suck up to me. And now, she's so arrogant because she's Mrs. Hilton. I swear I'll make that title mine.

Hayden, you still Love her, don't you? How about this? We'll figure out a plan to destroy their marriage.“ Portia grabbed Hayden's arm and looked at him with a hopeful expression in her moist eyes.

Hayden pulled away from her and said coldly, “She's married to Carlos, not Emmett. You want me to fight against Carlos? Are you crazy?" He had tried to steal Debbie from Carlos more than once. But whatever he did,

Carlos would find out immediately and get back at him with no delay.

Portia crashed into a nearby couch, frustrated. The very thought that

Debbie was Carlos' wife was torture to her. She had no appetite and she could barely fall asleep at nights.

“Hayden, do you know how Debbie managed to get married to Carlos?" Portia asked angrily.

She hated that Debbie could easily live a life that she had dreamed of. ‘And he spoils her so much. Everyone in Alorith...no.... in the world knows Debbie is Mrs. Hilton and how much Carlos loves her.

She must have saved the world in her previous life. What else could explain her never ending streak of luck?’ Portia thought to herself in dismay. Not long ago, she had dreamed of marrying Carlos. But then, he had made his confession to Debbie in public at the expo.

Exasperated by her outburst, Hayden tried to coax his sister, "It doesn't matter how she managed to become Mrs. Hilton. It has nothing to do with you. Carlos will never marry you. Just go back home and behave yourself. If you don't, he has many ways to wipe you out. Portia, I'm your brother. I don't want to see you get hurt. So, don't do anything stupid."

With her arms crossed over her chest, Portia sneered and retorted stubbornly, "Behave myself? And did you behave yourself? If you had, then Carlos wouldn't have dealt a blow to the Gomez Group and it wouldn't have been at risk now. Even you allowed your emotions to get the better of you. You are not qualified to lecture me about the way I behave!"

“Debbie and I used to be lovers. What about you and Carlos? You two are not even on friendly terms with each other. Yes, he did attend the fashion show and the expo with you. But that doesn't mean he has a thing for you. Otherwise, he wouldn't have shut you out of the entertainment circle without any mercy. He is ruining your career for

Debbie's sake, and he doesn't give a shit about it."

Hayden took a sip of the water to moisten his sore throat and then continued, “Do you still believe that you are somehow special to him?

If you two meet on the street, he won't even cast a glance at you."

Hayden knew how cold and uncaring Carlos was.

He also knew how much Carlos spoiled Debbie.

He loved Debbie to the core of his being, and wouldn't give her up for the world; he knew that now. He didn't want his sister to feel the same pain as he did. Not to mention, Carlos and Portia were merely strangers. He didn't think Portia Loved Carlos. He knew his sister well

-she loved Carlos’ money and power

“NO! I AM special to Carlos. I'm sure he has a thing for me. The reason why he keeps me at arm's Length is that he's married to that wretch and that he is concerned about his reputation," Portia yelled. She was trying to deceive herself, and as she repeated this fictional plot in her head, she eventually started believing that this was the truth.

Whenever she couldn't fall asleep, she would coax herself with this lie.

Hayden's expression changed dramatically. As far as he could see,

Portia had become a little... mentally unstable. He put his hands softly on her shoulders, and looked her in the eye.

As an experienced businessman, he had dealt with a lot of different people, and was much more sophisticated than Portia, who had been spoiled rotten by their parents and was, in his eyes, an innocent girl.

He tried to make her understand by saying, “Portia, listen to me.