Hot Driver - S01 E98

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Hot Driver - S01 E98

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 98

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Bennett Group of Companies – Same Day

Arthur and Diana settled into their office chairs, thoroughly exhausted after another long negotiation, their secretary bringing in two cups of coffee before slipping back out.

“You know,” Arthur said, taking a slow sip, “I actually feel free, now that we’ve told Ivory everything about her real parents.”

“Me too,” Diana agreed softly.

They’d told her weeks earlier — the truth about her mother, Arthur’s own sister, who’d died in an accident alongside her husband when Ivory was barely six months old. Ivory herself had miraculously survived. Her father’s side had no remaining family to claim her, and Arthur and Diana had adopted her properly, raising her exactly as her late mother would have wanted, loving her completely from that day forward.

Arthur opened his arm, and Diana leaned into him without hesitation, resting her head against his shoulder as he stroked her hair gently.

“Thank you,” he murmured, “for being a good wife. For all of it.”

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The Next Day – Celeste’s Eatery

The eatery buzzed with its usual steady stream of customers, delivery drivers coming and going, staff moving efficiently between orders. Celeste was preparing to launch her own line of drinks within the month, one more piece of an empire that had grown far beyond anything she’d once dared imagine.

She pulled up in her car and stepped out, only to freeze at the sight of Peter kneeling on the pavement directly in front of her restaurant, head bowed, utterly unmoving.

Celeste’s jaw tightened, and she moved to walk past him entirely.

“Mama.”

Luis had climbed out of the car behind her, his voice gentle but insistent. “Forgive him. Please.”

Celeste stopped. Looked at her son — grown now, gentle-hearted despite everything he’d lived through — and felt something in her chest finally, slowly begin to loosen.

“I’ll forgive you,” she said finally, looking down at Peter, “because of him. Not because of you.”

Luis let out a shaky breath and wrapped his arms tightly around his mother. Peter rose slowly and joined the embrace, careful, hesitant, clearly braced for rejection even now.

Celeste didn’t pull away.

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Canada – One Week Later – The Duane and Ivory Estate

The estate rose against the Canadian skyline like something out of a dream — sprawling grounds, a modern glass-and-stone mansion with soaring windows overlooking manicured gardens and a private lake beyond. Inside, every room reflected the sheer scale of what Duane and Ivory had built together — he now the richest CEO in the country, she the most successful businesswoman in Canada, having opened a second Ivy Fashion Empire even grander than the original, thriving beyond anything even she had imagined.

She still visited Creston every two months, checking on the branch there, on her family, though her life had firmly rooted itself here now, beside him.

Inside their bedroom, both dressed for a rare day out, they stole kisses between getting ready, laughing softly against each other’s mouths.

Arielle and Ariel arrived carrying two small, already-dressed bundles — Rita and Rina, the twin girls Duane and Ivory had welcomed four months earlier, both bearing Duane’s features almost entirely, save for Rina’s dimples and eyes, unmistakably her mother’s.

“Give me my baby,” Duane said, scooping Rita into his arms and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

Ivory took Rina, and when Duane leaned in to kiss Rita’s cheek a second time, Ivory pouted, feigning jealousy.

“Don’t be jealous,” Duane said, laughing, and leaned over to kiss Ivory too. She nodded, satisfied, like a scolded child granted her reward.

They handed the babies back to Ariel and Arielle, who waved them off cheerfully as the couple headed for the car.

Hazel and Luis arrived just as they were leaving, having flown in the week before and settled temporarily at the Hale estate.

“We’re here to play with the babies!” Hazel announced happily.

Luis pulled his brother into a quick, tight hug before Duane and Ivory climbed into the car and drove off.

Once inside the house, Hazel and Luis wandered toward the sitting room, and within seconds, Luis had backed her gently against the wall, kissing her thoroughly.

Ariel and Arielle came down the stairs at that exact moment.

“HEY! Young kids!” Arielle called out, laughing.

“Must EVERYONE make me jealous?” she continued dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest. “I’m going to get a man soon, I swear. Even my own twin has a girlfriend now!”

She dissolved into exaggerated, theatrical tears, and Ariel simply rolled his eyes, steering her toward the kitchen.

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