"Papa, why did you invite Jacob Anderson Gray?" Yvette said loudly when she suddenly entered her Papa Ythan's private room in their mansion.
"He is a Gray. What do you expect? I can't just send invitations to Jackson and Don Vandolf alone. I am not degrading illegitimate children, Yvette. I can just adopt you, but you will become the star of the party later, right? ," Ythan laughed while adjusting his necktie.
"I don't know if you are going crazy or if you are planning something. Do you know that Jacob is married to Mama Rhea's daughter?" Yvette threw the newspaper on her father's table.
Ythan raised his eyebrows. "So? What about it? Rhea already believed that that girl was not her daughter. I even put some skeleton on Freya's coffin before your mom dug it up. Fortunately, my men had sharp ears. They have learned about Rhea's plan immediately. They had warned me. How about you? You have done nothing but question my decisions!" he snorted.
Yvette laughed out loud. "And you are complacent right away! You don't really know mom yet. She's smart. You can't just make her believe in a dead body, especially when she already has a suspicion that her daughter is alive. You are making the situation hard for both of us because of your wrong moves!" Ythan clenched his jaw and started walking towards his adopted daughter. "I am not asking for your opinion. You are too paranoid. If what you are worried about is your inheritance, no one will take it from you! Stay calm and shut your mouth. Maybe because you are so nervous, we will become more suspicious . Learn to keep your thoughts to yourself when I am not asking for it. Is that clear?" He was holding Yvette's cheeks.
Yvette's eyes almost widened because she was so annoyed with her father. It would be great if this was the only thing that would be put in jeopardy by chance. "I warned you, papa. Once this gets out of hand, do not ask for my help. From now on, I will just act for myself." Yvette violently removed Ythan's hands from her cheeks. "You are ruining my makeup," she said before leaving the room.
Ythan licked his lips as his forehead furrowed. "That freak!" His cheeks suddenly turned red when he thought of Yvette. She's wearing a sexy black dress. His perverted side has resurfaced. "She's freaking hot today! I wonder if it's because of that man…Jackson."
While Ythan was screaming inside his private room, Rhea was enjoying her tea. Even before Yvette came to Ythan's room, she was already there in the other room. She had studied the actions of her daughter and husband for several days. She drank all the remaining tea on her cup and smiled widely.
"Good acting!" said Rhea. She stood up from the couch and peered through the glass window. "I did not expect to get answers today. It is too early," she said.
The smile faded from Rhea's lips. Her face suddenly became serious. "It turns out that the people I consider as my family have been playing with me all along. It.is so funny that it makes me feel so infuriated. It turns out that Yvette is not Ythan's real daughter and Yvette already knows that my daughter is alive...but she did not even dared to tell me. For what? For her inheritance? Oh well, even though she and Ythan didn't tell me, I know my daughter is still alive. Does Ythan think I am a fool?"
Rhea laughed softly. 
"I will show them that I can also be a good actress. Freya, I am excited to meet you today but I am sorry. I cannot put your life in danger. I will play with Ythan and Yvette. I will charge them. I will leave them with nothing. They made a mistake by deceiving one Rhea Oligario." When she heard the door of the other room opened, she immediately straightened herself up. She put red lipstick on her lips and then looked at her own reflection in the glass window.
"I'm done being a cat. Now, it's time to become a lion," Rhea whispered.
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Jacob's eyebrows met when he saw Freya's dress. He shook his head.
"What? You don't want this again? Jacob, I am tired of changing clothes! If I get irked, I will decide to not come to the party," Freya said with a frown.
"Freya, you are now an elite so you have to dress and to act as one. I know those clothes are beautiful in your eyes." Jacob pointed to the many clothes on the bed. "I'm sorry but..."
"But?" Freya raised an eyebrow.
"But it's not elegant and it's not attention-grabbing," Jacob replied.
"Are we going to a pageant?" said Freya.
"No. Why?" Jacob answered.
"You still know about attention-grabbing. I don't care what the rich people there will say and think. I'm comfortable being myself," Freya said while taking off the dress she was wearing.
"And I love you just the way you are," Jacob said out of nowhere.
Jacob's words quickly sent shivers down Freya's spine. Suddenly her heart beat faster. The annoyance she was feeling earlier was replaced by excitement.
"But there's nothing wrong if you will let yourself grow. Sometimes, our comfort zone makes us stagnant. It is a hindrance to a better life and a better you. Don't be afraid to try new things. Change is inevitable, wife. You have to adapt to it in order to survive," said Jacob while staring at Freya.
"But I'm not like that, Jacob. I feel like I am trying to change myself just to be liked by other people," Freya said softly. She sat on the bed. She was just wearing a shirt and shorts.
"How will you discover your other self?" Jacob said.
"Huh?" Freya was confused by what her husband said.
"You said that you are not like that because you haven't experienced another version of yourself. You know, you are an heir to billions of property. You also know that you are destined to be filthy rich and be one of the elites." Jacob sat down next to Freya. He slowly brought his hand closer to one of Freya's hands as he also slowly turned his head.
Freya's hands went cold when she felt Jacob take one of her hands. She was stunned. She felt that her heart was about to explode due to its rapid beating.
A few minutes of silence passed between Freya and Jacob. Jacob's hand was still holding his wife's hand.
Jacob tasted it. "Come with me, wife. My make-up artist will take care of your makeover and my stylist will take care of what you wear."
Freya simply removed her hand from Jacob's grip. "Alright. I'm willing," she stammered.
Jacob smiled. "Later, people will feel jealous of me," he said.
"What's that again, Jacob?" Freya stifled a laugh. She knows that her husband is motivated again.
"You will find out why later. For now, come with me and we might be late for the party." Jacob sighed. "Looks like I'm going to wait a long time," he said.
Freya laughed. "You wanted that," she said.
"All the best for my beautiful wife," Jacob said. 'I know you will cry when you find out that your mom, Rhea is still alive. I can't wait to see how happy you will be, wife,' Jacob thought as he carried his wife's bag.