THE MISTRESS'S SON

ss. Adorned in a meticulously tailored suit, he exuded an air of authority that commanded respect. His piercing, cold, and calculating eyes unveiled a man who wo

eve that if we communicate openly, we can find a path towards resolution. Our relationship is worth fighting for." Mocking laughter escaped Vince's lips. "Worth fighting for? Do you truly believe that? You are delusional if you think I have any interest in repairing things with you." Judith's heart sank, wounded by Vince's dismissive and arrogant demeanor. She had hoped that he would be open to at least having a conversation, but his response only fueled her frustration. Maintaining a steady voice, Judith persisted, "Vince, I beseech you, please, just listen to what I have to say. I yearn to comprehend your perspective and find common ground between us." Angrily, Vince retorted, "Find common ground? There is no common ground, Judith. It is abundantly clear that I operate on an entirely different level than you. I have no time for your trivial matters." Feeling her patience wane, Judith mustered her strength. "Vince, this relationship requires the effort of two individuals. We must work together, listen to one another, and seek a compromise. This is how a healthy relationship thrives." Sarcastically, Vince interrupted, "A healthy relationship? Spare me the clichés, Judith. You simply aren't worth the effort. Now, kindly depart before you further waste my invaluable time." "But I love you deeply, Vince. Please, think about our son," Judith pleaded. "I believe you have forgotten your place, woman. You are merely a mistress, not a wife. Do not mistake one for the other, do you comprehend?" Vince roared as he tightened his grip around her throat. "Y-y-yes, please release me. I'm struggling to breathe," Judith managed to utter amidst her tears. Immediately, Vince released his hold on her. "Now, leave my room," he ordered. Coughing heavily, Judith hastily fled from Vince's chamber, desperate for fresh air ... **BLACKWOOD COLLEGE NYC** Amidst the sprawling grounds of Blackwood College, a prestigious school nestled in opulent surroundings, a vision of grandeur and elegance unfolds. Majestic buildings, adorned with intricate architectural details, proudly rise against the azure sky, casting regal shadows upon manicured lawns and vibrant gardens. This institution, known for its affiliation with Vincent Blackwood, exudes both the beauty of education and the splendor befitting a realm of affluence. As the sun bathes the campus in its golden glow, students from privileged backgrounds gracefully traverse cobblestone pathways, adorned in designer attire. Each step they take exudes an air of confidence and entitlement, a testament to the world they were born into. The atmosphere crackles with ambition and entitlement, mingling with the whispers of success that echo through the hallowed halls. Inside the magnificent corridors of Blackwood Academy, the pursuit of knowledge reaches new heights. Luxurious classrooms, adorned with ornate chandeliers and plush furnishings, provide a backdrop where intellectual curiosity thrives. The walls, adorned with masterful artwork and inspiring quotes, serve as constant reminders of the legac