Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 369

“Alicia, I’m sure you’ve heard—I was deeply in love with my wife…” Reginald managed a bitter smile.

In his entire life, there was nothing he loved more than his wife, Margaret White.

He’d started out as a nobody, an orphan with nothing to his name. People looked down on him; he’d picked through trash on the street, washed dishes in diners, taken whatever odd jobs he could find just to get by.

It wasn’t until he met Margaret White that his life took a dramatic turn.

Back then, the White family in Harboridge City had only one child—Margaret. Her parents poured everything they had into her, all their hopes and their family’s fortune. Naturally, they expected her to marry someone of equal standing. But Margaret had her own ideas; she insisted on choosing Reginald.

There was no persuading her otherwise, so in the end, the Whites relented. They let Reginald marry into the family, taking their surname. With Margaret’s unwavering support—and the family’s resources—he built White Corporation from the ground up, transforming it into the powerhouse it was today.

But let’s be clear—the White family’s century-old legacy? That belonged to Margaret’s side. Reginald owed it all to her.

“Forgive me, Grandpa, for asking, but if you and Mrs. Margaret White were so devoted to each other… how did Brandon come to be?” Alicia’s question was bold—she knew it—but she couldn’t help her curiosity.

If Reginald had a child out of wedlock, it was a betrayal, plain and simple.

Reginald’s expression darkened. “Back then, Brandon’s mother was just a maid in the White household. My wife was kind-hearted—she gave the girl a roof over her head, a steady job, a chance at a better life. But who could’ve expected such treachery in return? That woman tried everything to seduce me, again and again, hoping to start some sordid affair behind Margaret’s back!” He was righteous and indignant, his voice sharp with old anger.

The White family was already under scrutiny, and there was no denying the truth—Brandon was Reginald’s son.

Even though Margaret trusted her husband, even though she knew the circumstances were sordid and not his fault, the media spun their own stories. No one believed that Reginald and the maid were innocent.

With pressure mounting from all sides, Reginald had no choice. Three years after Margaret passed, he brought Brandon and his mother’s family into the White home.

He’d never forgiven himself for it. Out of guilt toward his late wife, he made Brandon sign an agreement—he would never lay claim to a single cent of the White inheritance.

But Brandon, it turned out, was every bit as ambitious as his mother. From the very start, he’d had his eye on the family fortune, scheming to take what was never meant to be his.