Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The air in the hallway seemed to freeze as Troy Brennan, the man who was more myth than flesh to most of these kids, walked through the doors. It was a rare sight to see him in the flesh, and even rarer to witness him speaking in hushed, deferential tones to a woman nobody recognized. Maja stood silent, her presence commanding the space without a word. Catching her cue, Troy gave a discreet nod to his bodyguard, who promptly shoved Wade into the spotlight. Crashing to the floor, Wade’s earlier bravado evaporated into a crumpled heap of embarrassment. “Grandpa, are you out of your mind? Why would you tie my up!” His face was a mask of rage, betraying his cluelessness about the current situation. The truth was, he had been bound and brought straight from the hospital, with no one bothering to explain why. The grave expressions on the faces of the Brennan clan spoke volumes. Wade was their sole heir, their pride and future. It was unthinkable that his grandfather would sacrifice him like this. “Grandpa!” Wade’s voice cracked as he called out again, but the old man didn’t look at him. Instead, his stern gaze was fixed on Maja, as if awaiting her judgment. Before Maja could respond, Alva, who seemed to take the whole affair as a personal affront, glared at Maja with a kind of manic intensity, “What are you waiting for? Seize this tramp at once!” Troy thumped his cane on the floor in anger, “Shut up! All of you, just shut up! Ms. Pennyfeather here holds the majority of stocks in the Brennan family right now!” Anyone with a smidgeon of business sense knew what that meant. Holding the most stocks equated to wielding the most power. The fate of the entire company rested in her hands. If she felt cornered, she could bring the whole Brennan dynasty crashing down with her. Alva’s eyes widened in disbelief, her mind struggling to process the revelation. The Brennan family’ majority stockholder? How could this nobody afford such wealth? “Is there some mistake? How is this possible? How?!” Her face drained of color, she recoiled from Maja’s steady gaze. Helping Quentin to his feet, Maja ignored the stunned onlookers and turned to a student nearby, “Where’s the nurse’s office?” The student, shaking slightly, pointed in a direction. Though Quentin’s head swam with dizziness, he managed to catch Troy’s words, leaning heavily on Maja as if he might faint at any moment, “Maja, just how much did you spend?” It was the question on everyone’s mind. To gain control of The Brennan family in such a short time, how much had she invested? “Just two billion,” Maja said nonchalantly, as if it were chump change. “Pocket money.” The revelation sent shockwaves through the crowd. With the Brennan family valued at barely six hundred million, Maja’s investment, not even a complete buyout, was staggering. No wonder so many were eager to sell their shares to her. Two billion, and she call it pocket money? Troy’s heart quivered at the thought, knowing his grandson had indeed hit a wall. In Outer Island, wealth was power. With enough money, you could hire hitmen, bodyguards, and now the Brennans had to tread lightly around her. In a blink, Maja’s status had skyrocketed.

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bitter kick to Wade, Troy struggled to contain his fury. But Wade could hardly be blamed. In a place where the gap between rich and poor was so extreme, and the Brennans exploited others without remorse, who could have foreseen someone of such affluence? “Ms. Pennyfeather,” Troy conceded, “I offer up this unworthy grandson to your judgment. The Brennan family will provide you protection.” Without acknowledging Troy’s offer, Maja helped Quentin out of the hallway, the crowd parting before her. Wade, still in disbelief, lunged at her fiercely, “Bitch! I’ll see you dead! I don’t believe a damn thing about your shares. This isn’t real,