Avery I sniffled, tears streaming down my face as I walked towards Nathaniel's car. The tension between us was palpable. "Avery, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you. I was just worried," Nathaniel's voice was laced with regret, filling the air as we drove. I remained silent, unable to speak through my sobs. Nathaniel's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white. "I shouldn't have screamed at you. Please forgive me," he pleaded. I shook my head, trying to calm down. The city blurred outside the window, a kaleidoscope of colors. "It's so wrong of me, I know that. It was just that..." Nathaniel paused, glancing at me. I turned to look at him, his eyes searching for forgiveness. "It's fine, Nathaniel. You should stop apologizing. Okay?" I said, trying to reassure him. Nathaniel nodded, his expression still etched with concern. We arrived at the mansion, and I hastily exited the car, eager to compose myself. Nathaniel followed closely, his concerned eyes n
Nathaniel I sat in my office, staring blankly at the paper in front of me. The cryptic message sent to Avery's phone had been weighing heavily on my mind. Who could have written such a thing? And how did they know she was alive?"Impossible," I muttered to myself. "No one knows her new contact information."My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door."Enter," I called out.Oliver stepped inside, his expression professional. "Sir, the investigation regarding the charity event is complete.""And?" I asked, my eyes still fixed on the paper."Nothing out of the ordinary, sir. The Montgomerys seem clean," Oliver replied.I nodded, though my mind was still on Avery's message. "Very well. I'll attend the event to oversee things personally. Ensure everything runs smoothly."Oliver nodded. "Yes, sir. Shall I—""Just keep digging, Oliver. I want to know if anything suspicious has been going on with the Montgomerys," I instructed.Oliver's expression remained neutral. "As you wish, sir
AveryI paced back and forth in my living room, the phone still glued to my ear. Clara's reassuring voice calmed my frazzled nerves, but my mind raced with questions."Avery, slow down, what's going on?" Clara asked, concern etching her tone."I got this weird message," I explained, trying to steady my breath. "No name, no number. Just those chilling words. I don’t know how this person got my contact with the fact it’s a new one and I didn’t share it with people, something terrifying must be going on!” Clara gasped. "Oh my god, that's terrifying! I know how you must feel right now but you need to calm down, Do you think it's related to Ethan or the Montgomerys?”"I have no idea," I admitted, frustration creeping in. "That's what's driving me crazy. I've been racking my brain, but nothing comes to mind.""Don't worry, Ave," Clara soothed. "I'll dig into it. We'll figure out who's behind this."Just as Clara was about to continue, a knock at the door interrupted our conversation."Hold
NathanielI glanced at my wristwatch for what felt like the hundredth time, sighing heavily as I rubbed my temples. Another summons from Grandma. I loved spending time with her, but lately, our conversations had become predictable and annoying."The Montgomerys this, Sasha that," I muttered to myself, shaking my head. Grandma's fixation on their family was starting to grate on me.But I had promised Avery I'd play along. Time to put on a show. I gathered my thoughts, grabbed my jacket, and headed out of the office.The drive to Grandma's mansion was a short one, and before I knew it, I was pulling up to the grand entrance. The butler greeted me with a nod, and I made my way to Grandma's favorite sitting room.As I entered, Grandma's warm smile greeted me, and she opened her arms for a hug."Nathaniel, dear! I'm so glad you came," she said, squeezing me tightly."Sorry about last time, Grandma," I apologized, trying to sound sincere. "I had something urgent to attend to."Grandma's eye
Nathaniel I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my anger still simmering from the encounter with Ethan. Who did he think he was, laughing at me like that? I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the irritation. As I drove back to the mansion, my thoughts shifted to Avery. I needed to ensure her safety above all else. I wouldn't let anyone harm her, especially not the Montgomerys. My gaze wandered to the side of the road, and I noticed a small flower shop. On a whim, I pulled over and parked the car. A bouquet of flowers might lift Avery's spirits, and I longed to see her radiant smile. I stepped into the shop, greeted by the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the warm smile of the florist. "Welcome to Petals and Posies! How can I help you, sir?" Her bright blue eyes sparkled, and I found myself returning her smile. "Hi. I'd like to get a bouquet for someone special. Something to brighten her day." "Aww, that's so sweet!" She nodded enthusiastically. "What's her favorite flowe
AveryI woke up feeling refreshed, my body stretched out across the soft mattress. For a moment, I forgot about the chaos that had been brewing inside me. But as my gaze drifted to the person lying beside me, my face flushed with embarrassment. Nathaniel, with his chiseled features and piercing eyes, was watching me with a gentle smile.Oh no, oh no, oh no. How could I have asked him to stay over? I thought, mortified. The memories of last night's desperation flooded back, the tears, the pleas, the vulnerability. I had broken down in front of him, and now, I couldn't bear to face him. I had always tried to remain or look strong but it seems the wall I had spent so much time building suddenly started cracking yesterday. I quickly grabbed the pillow and covered my face, trying to hide from my own embarrassment. "What am I doing?" I whispered to myself."Avery, are you okay?" Nathaniel's deep voice asked, his hand brushing against mine.I hesitated, still hiding behind the pillow. "Yeah
Mrs. Montgomery sat behind her sleek, mahogany desk, scanning through the files spread out before her. Her eyes narrowed as she scrutinized every detail, her mind racing with strategies and counter-strategies. Sasha suddenly burst into the room, her face twisted in anger."Mother, have you seen the event plan?" Sasha demanded, her voice low and urgent.Mrs. Montgomery looked up, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Of course, dear. What's bothering you?"Sasha paced across the room, her heels clicking on the polished floor. "They're going to mention Avery at the end of the event. Why bring her up now? Everyone's forgotten about her."Mrs. Montgomery leaned back in her chair, steepling her fingers together. "That's exactly why we need to bring her up, Sasha. You still have a lot to learn if you want to survive in this world."Sasha stopped pacing, her brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"Mrs. Montgomery's smile grew wider. "Avery's not just anyone, Sasha. She's a threat. And she's s
Avery’s POV I paced around my living room, frustration simmering beneath my surface. Nathaniel had forbidden me from attending the charity event, citing safety concerns. I understood his reasoning, but it didn't quell my desire to be there, to witness the proceedings firsthand. I snatched my phone and settled into the couch, flipping through the channels until I found the live broadcast of the event. The camera panned across the crowded room, showing familiar faces and lavish decorations. Sasha took the stage, her confident smile radiating through the screen. "Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests, welcome to tonight's charity gala. Tonight, we gather to support a noble cause, one that touches the hearts of many." I listened intently, my anger simmering as Sasha spoke about the Montgomery family's philanthropic efforts. I kept on watching and I saw the bidding people made, I knew that my stepmother had used this as an opportunity to milk from the elites, I groaned at each interval
Sasha paced in her room, Avery’s words echoing in her mind. “Father is not my father.” How could everything she knew about her life be a lie? She had always been Mr. Montgomery’s daughter, raised in the mansion, treated as his own. It didn’t make sense. Avery had to be wrong, but part of her wasn’t so sure.Her thoughts were interrupted when the door creaked open, and her mother entered, immediately sensing something was wrong.“What’s bothering you, darling?” Mrs. Montgomery asked, her voice filled with concern.Sasha stopped pacing and turned to face her mother. “Nothing,” she said quickly, trying to hide her feelings.Mrs. Montgomery didn’t buy it. She took a step forward, her sharp eyes assessing Sasha’s expression. “You’re a terrible liar,” she said with a slight smile, though her tone remained concerned. “Now, come on. Dinner’s ready. I’ll get you something to eat, and you can tell me what’s really going on.”She followed her mother to the dining room. As they sat at the table,
AveryThe warmth of the conversation between Clara, Nathaniel, and me was a welcomed reprieve from the chaos that had been unfolding around us. For the first time in what felt like forever, I could finally breathe a little easier. My father had woken up, and though his condition was still delicate, he was awake alive and that was all that mattered to me right now. I could finally smile again, and laugh again. The burden that had been pressing on my chest for so long was beginning to lift.“Clara, you have no idea how relieved I am,” I said, as I leaned back in my seat beside Nathaniel, my heart still beating a little faster with excitement. “I never thought I would see him open his eyes again.”Clara smiled back, her expression warm and understanding. “You’ve been so strong, Avery. I’m happy for you.”Nathaniel, sitting beside me, reached out and gently took my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We’ve all been through a lot, but things are looking up now,” he said, his voice stead
Sasha paced furiously around the room, her mind spinning with the information that Ethan had just unloaded on her. Each thought bounced off the walls of her head like an unrelenting echo. How had Nathaniel and Avery met? More importantly, how had she missed the connection between them? There was never a moment she noticed them being close before Avery was supposed to be dead, it felt like they were two people that lived in a different world so how did it all happen? When are where had they met? It was just like a puzzle she couldn’t solve and as she thought about it, it only confused her the more… feeling more baffled than she will ever admit. "How did I not see this?" she muttered to herself, clenching her fists. She couldn't wrap her head around it…Avery and Nathaniel? How had he come into her life? And why had he interfered when they were so close to finishing their plans? She had to know the truth. She had to understand how deep this betrayal ran.She couldn’t help but wonder if
Avery“Are you okay?” I suddenly heard Nathaniel’s voice beside me and I tilted my head to look at him, I had a smile on my face as I nodded my head to let him know I was fine. We had decided to visit my dad today and I was a bit nervous, hoping he was finer than the way he was the last time I visited.The room was quiet, save for the soft beeping of the machines monitoring his vitals. My eyes immediately went to the bed, where my father lay, connected to a series of tubes and wires. His face was pale, almost ghostly, but I could still see the familiar features, the sharp jaw, the soft lines around his eyes, and the dark hair that was now more salt than pepper. A tight knot formed in my stomach, seeing him so vulnerable, so broken. I had spent time wondering if I would ever hear his voice again.Nathaniel gave my hand a gentle squeeze. “He’ll wake up, Avery. He’s strong. Your father’s been through worse.”I nodded, but the ache in my chest didn’t go away. I wanted to believe him, but
“I can’t believe this inspector, it looks like you are imposing on us,” Mrs. Montgomery stated trying to hide the anger brewing deep inside of her. “I am not imposing please, I am only stating based on what is written here, I dare not impose on you Mrs. and Miss Montgomery,” the inspector replied and Sasha clenched her hands beside her. She hated the fact they didn’t take her and her mom seriously, it seemed like they had become a subject of mockery, the once respected family as become nothing to them, something they could talk and trash just the way they deemed fit, she hated this, the hated the feelings and she looked at her mom. For the first time in the whole of her existence, she saw that the woman was dumbfounded, and had nothing to say… of course, they had nothing to say at this point, how would they ever be able to defend themselves, it wasn’t an easy one at all. She had always been the one in control, the one who kept her family's secrets close, the one who maneuvered thr
AveryI burst into laughter, my head lolling back as Nathaniel continued speaking, I never knew he had this goofy part of him, it was beautiful to watch and his beautiful face in the darkness made it better, I watched him as he looked serious quite enjoying the conversation just like I do. “I swear, Avery,” he chuckled, his voice warm, “You can’t possibly be serious. The way you’re acting is enough to make anyone believe you’re planning world domination.” He grinned at me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “It’s not bad if you do I ate the world, I am very sure everyone will readily go on their knees to worship the empress!” I burst into laughter, shaking my head. “You don’t understand. It’s all about strategy. You have to think ahead. Like chess, Nathaniel.”He raised an eyebrow, feigning interest. “Oh? Tell me, Queen Avery, how would you take over the world? What’s your first move?”I bit my lip, pretending to think. “Well, first, I’d take control of all the ice cream factories,”
The early morning light filtered through the half-closed curtains, casting a soft, warm glow on the room as Sasha paced back and forth. Her thoughts were scattered, emotions roiling within her. She had been up for hours. She glanced at the large clock in the sitting room and it was past eight in the morning, her mother never slept out and she wondered where she had spent the night, it was so unusual, something that never happens which left her worrying, she had called her several times and she is not picking up the call. As if on cue, the door creaked open, and Mrs. Montgomery walked into the room. Her eyes fell on Sasha and her gaze hardened immediately. "Mom," Sasha said, her voice calm but strained with underlying frustration. "Where were you last night? You didn't come home. And... I need to know what you have been into."Mrs. Montgomery froze for a moment, her body stiffening at the question. Then, without meeting Sasha's gaze, she walked further into the room, her heels click
The room was quiet except for the sound of their breath, heavy and in sync. Mrs. Montgomery let out a long, shaky sigh as Joe rolled off of her, his movements slow and deliberate. He settled onto the bed, his eyes never leaving her. She lay beside him, staring at the ceiling, her fingers absently tracing the lines of the sheets. Joe propped himself up on one elbow, his gaze studying her with a mix of concern and curiosity. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice low. "Even after everything, you still don't look okay." Mrs. Montgomery didn't immediately respond, her mind racing with the events of the past few hours. She wanted to find peace, wanted to push the anger and frustration aside, but it was like an unshakable weight pressing on her chest. Her fingers clenched into fists at her sides, and she finally turned her head to meet his eyes. "I'm still angry," she said, her voice tinged with frustration. "Angry about what the officers did to me, to my family. And now the company…” She p
AveryI lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to shake the nagging thought that had been plaguing me all night. No matter how hard I tried to close my eyes, the images and questions kept racing through my mind. How long had it been going on? How could she have done this to my father? I had always thought of my stepmother as a picture of grace and loyalty. She was so poised, so calculated in everything she did. Never in a million years did I imagine she could betray my father like this. He loved her, he had trusted her completely, and now, I had to face the truth that she had been unfaithful.The thought of it made my stomach churn. It was a bitter pill to swallow, I felt much more bad wondering how my father was going to feel when he woke up and learned about this, how was he going to react? The woman he had been married to for all those years. I couldn’t stop wondering when it had all started. How long had she been hiding this secret? And why?The room felt too quiet, too still,