Chapter 2

Brandon made me sign an agreement.

It stipulated that after the divorce, I was not to mention how I had helped him and his sister back then, nor was I to mention to anyone that Brandon and I had ever been married.

I agreed.

Although Brandon and I had been married for over three years, the outside world didn't know about it. Everyone still thought Brandon was single!

After all, our wedding was very simple, without many friends or relatives invited. The only witnesses were the old priest from the church and Tiffany.

Moreover, after the marriage, Brandon started fooling around and deliberately cultivated a single persona.

Tiffany also subtly hinted in many social settings that both she and her brother were single. So, for three years, very few people knew I was Brandon's wife.

After signing the divorce papers and taking the million-dollar check Brandon threw at me, I turned to leave.

Just then, Scarlett laughed mockingly:

"Maya, after divorcing Brandon, you better be careful with that million dollars!"

"I heard Brandon say your crippled, jailed father is getting out of prison soon, isn't he?"

"What did he go to prison for? Killing someone by accident in a fight? Or defaulting on gambling debts?"

"When he gets out, you should advise your crippled father to stop running those shady businesses, and you shouldn't go back to being a nightclub dancer. That million should be more than enough for you two to start a small business!"

Her words, seemingly caring, were actually full of sarcasm.

Tiffany also snorted:

"If I had known her crippled father was in prison back then, I would never have let my brother marry her."

Brandon spoke to me coldly:

"From now on, we have no connection."

"If I find out you've been spreading rumors, I won't go easy on you."

"My sister and I are now involved with business elites and important figures. We can't afford any blemishes on our reputation. Keep your mouth shut, understand?"

I said nothing, suppressing the grief and anger in my heart, and left Brandon's company without looking back.

Back home, I quickly packed my personal belongings, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably.

Who was to blame for reaching this point?

Only myself, for being so blind and soft-hearted to help those ungrateful, two-faced siblings back then!

I dragged my suitcase out of the house, unsure where to go.

Just then, a van suddenly pulled up beside me.

Then, several burly thugs got out of the van.

I recognized them. The leader was Marco, Brandon's company's head of security.

Marco and his crew used to be street thugs, but after joining Brandon, they morphed into company bodyguards.

In the past, they were somewhat polite to me.

But now, they roughly dragged me into the van.

I struggled fiercely, trying to scream for help, but Marco covered my mouth.

He grinned menacingly and said to me:

"We're just following orders, ma'am. If you cooperate, we promise it won't be too painful."

"Ms. Tiffany wasn't too happy about Brandon giving you a million dollars, and we certainly have to listen to her. Since she doesn't like you, we brothers have no choice but to give you a little taste of pain."

"And Ms. Scarlett is about to marry Brandon. We can't mess up the tasks she gives us, either!"

"You're just unlucky. Don't blame anyone else!"

With that, Marco and his men, smirking lewdly, started to pull at my clothes.

Suddenly, the van screeched to a halt.

Marco and his crew almost slammed into the windshield. Their faces contorted in anger, ready to yell at the driver, but the next moment, their angry expressions froze. They looked out the window, horrified.

Several vans blocked Marco's vehicle. A group of muscular young men, armed with guns, approached my van and yanked open the door.

Marco and his men desperately pleaded:

"Gentlemen, have you got the wrong people?"

"We're from Hayes Financial Services. Our boss is Brandon Hayes!"

"Gentlemen, let's talk this out..."

The muscular young men ignored Marco and his crew, bowing respectfully to me:

"Miss Maya, Mr. Blackwood wants to see you!"