~~~~~ Maxwell's Mansion ~~~~~ Night.Natalie walked back into Maxwell's room after taking her bath, a towel was hanging from her chest to her waist. Her flaming red hair was wet and stuck to her face, she held a towel in her hand using it to dry her hair. She had searched through Maxwell's room but found no clothes she could wear.Walking towards the door, she attempted to open it and walk out of the room to her room or find a maid to get her some clothes when Maxwell entered the room. Her lips parted in surprise and shock, she quickly veered around showing her back to him. Maxwell cleared his throat in embarrassment when he saw she was still naked, preferably half naked he would say. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to leave the bathroom like this. There were no clothes for me in the bathroom, so I wanted to get some." Natalie muttered to clear confusion in the air.Ahem! "Oh! Sorry, I will ask the maid to get you some clothes. Wait here don't come outside." Maxwell mumbled walking tow
~~~~~ Coco Beach ~~~~~Mr. Hawthorne stood outside his vacation house, a stick of Cigarette in his hands. He was staring silently into the night sky, his other hand hanging on the balcony.Jace walked onto the balcony of the house, "Uncle, you called for me?" Jade questioned standing behind his uncle."Pick up a stick kid, hope I am not interrupting your time with your lovely wife." Mr. Hawthorne muttered with a teasing smile tugging at the edge of his lips, he looked completely different from his prim and proper appearance before people."Don't say that Uncle, she just gave birth so I can't possibly spend more time with her. She needs to take care of the baby too." Jace mumbled with a smile on his lips. He picked up his stick as his uncle told him to, lit it up, and placed it on his lips."Child you are good, tsk! I wonder why my stupid son can't be like you, he is so annoying." Mr. Hawthorne remarked in a cold tone. "If that bastard won't get married, then I think I have to force hi
~~~~~ Ace's Mansion ~~~~~In the living room, a glaring contest was busy happening between Lycan and Ace, the Dennison's had come to his mansion faster than he expected."Where is my sister? Why can't I see her anywhere around?" Lycan questioned in an accusing tone, his hands balled into a fist.Mr. and Mrs. Dennison threw their son a scolding gaze, Mrs. Dennison had a little smile at the edge of her lips. She wanted to see her daughter soon, but she bottled up all her happiness."Young master Hawthorne, please don't be upset. Pardon my son for his insolence." Dennis pleaded on Lycan's behalf. Ace turned his eyes towards Natalie's Father, his face expressionless, he was sitting like a king before his subject. His fingers, which were busy clicking and tapping on the handle of his chair, came to a halt."It's nothing Mr. Dennison, I forgive him for his insolence. There's no reason for you to worry." Ace muttered in a calm tone and Dennis nodded his head.Dennis turned his gaze to his s
Natalie Ace Mansion Natalie stared at Ace in startled silence following his unexpected marriage proposal in front of her entire family. Her heart raced as she attempted to digest his bold comments. "Marry you?" Natalie eventually spoke, barely above a whisper. "But...we have only just met. This is quite sudden." Lycan jumped up from his seat, rage on his face. "There's no way my little sister is marrying you!" he exclaimed, advancing to a protective stance in front of Natalie. "She's just a girl; you can't make these kinds of decisions for her!" "Silence," Ace said calmly, extending his hand. "This is between Natalie and myself. I'm offering her an option, not deciding for her." He returned his concentrated attention to Natalie, who wilted under the weight. "Well? What is your response?" Will you marry me? Natalie felt her parents' worried looks sear into her. She understood that marrying Ace would provide their family with financial security for the rest of their lives. But was she
Natalie felt like she couldn't breathe as she entered the sitting room to give Ace her final response. Her family had gathered, their looks expressing the gravity of the situation. Ace stood in front of the fireplace, his back to her, as she entered. As she neared, he slowly turned, his face a mask. "Well?" he asked frankly. "What is your decision?" Natalie's mouth felt as dry as the desert. She looked at her parents and saw desperate hope mixed with worry in their eyes. Then came Lycan, whose features were set in a defiant look at Ace. She inhaled a shuddering breath. For a tiny moment, she pictured herself as Ace's wife, dressed in finery and wanting nothing more than what material wealth might bring. But something inside her recoiled at the thought of that gilded cage. "I...I can't accept your proposal," she finally muttered, dreading Ace's reaction while feeling a strange sort of satisfaction for following her heart. "Please know that I am honored, but I cannot marry you. It would
Natalie felt as if the floor had dropped out from beneath her feet. Sell her soul, her freedom, and her entire life to Ace. The notion was so perverse, so utterly devoid of humanity, that she could scarcely process it. "You're...you're insane," she stammered, unable to fully mask the tremor in her voice. "You can't be serious." Ace's features remained coldly impassive. "I can assure you, I've never been more lucid." He rose from his seat and began slowly circling her like a predator evaluating its prey. "Think of it more as...an extremely specialized form of indentured service. One where the length and terms are indefinite." "This is madness!" Natalie knew her voice had taken on a shrill, desperate edge, but she was powerless to temper it. "You're talking about enslaving me!" Ace tsked softly. "Such an unrefined term. I prefer to think of it as bringing your potential into my dedicated service." He stopped, holding her with an intense stare that seemed to burn straight through her. "Yo
Natalie felt her body tingle with energy and bravado in response to Ace's disguised threat. Some primal part of her seemed to relish the opportunity to fight back against his cruelty. "Is that so?" she said, striving to keep her voice steady. "Well, I think it's about time you got a taste of having your control challenged for once." She leaned further over the desk, revealing Ace's flared nostrils as her defiance struck a chord. "Do you want to attempt breaking me, Hawthorne? Have at it. But I can assure you that you will not appreciate the process. His jaw tightened almost subtly. "We'll see about that." Then, before Natalie could understand the movement, Ace's palm darted out and clamped vice-like around her wrist. She let out a shocked gasp as he yanked her forward, her torso smashing into the desk edge with bone-rattling power. "Get one thing through that pretty little head of yours," he growled, his face mere inches from hers. Natalie could feel the fire in his words and smell th
The days after Ace's terrible treatment of Natalie at dinner were a tumultuous, bizarre game of cat-and-mouse around the huge manor grounds. He seemed to take pleasure in tormenting her at every turn, his presence a foreshadowing of further degradation. But Natalie refused to be the frightened captive he had clearly intended. She shadowed his movements with a barely contained ferocity, like a cat pursuing its unwary prey through the underbrush. Every calculated smile and offhanded remark he sent her way just fueled the banked fires of her hatred. Natalie finally took advantage of an opening during one of these predatory circuits. Ace had led a pair of suspicious business associates on a tour of Hawthorne's immaculately manicured gardens and residential wings. Natalie followed them between shaded archways and groomed hedgerows, watching and waiting. Her moment arrived when the group arrived on the south patio. Natalie struck while Ace leaned against the stone balustrade, telling his gu
Alice’s Promotion:Meanwhile, Arnold's father, impressed with Alice's dedication and competence, names her as the new CEO of the Hawthorne corporate empire. This chapter emphasizes Arnold's father's trust and affection for Alice and lays the groundwork for her new role as the company's CEO. In the aftermath of the chaos that had befallen the Hawthorne business empire, a ray of hope emerged from the gloom. Alice, a persistent and diligent employee, had piqued the interest of Arnold's father, Charles Hawthorne. He was impressed by her unwavering passion and skill and identified in her the attributes required to drive the company forward. Charles had seen Alice's unshakable commitment personally. Following Lily's sad death and Samuel's subsequent imprisonment, Alice remained a pillar of strength, guaranteeing the steady operation of the firm. Her tireless efforts and superb leadership abilities had not gone unnoticed by Charles's keen eyes. One afternoon, when Alice was working at her de
Father's Fury:Lily's father, driven by grief and anger over his daughter's sad death, pursues justice and vengeance. Fueled by his emotions, he takes matters into his own hands, determined to hold those guilty accountable. However, his intentions for vengeance are derailed when he is charged and imprisoned for fraud. This chapter looks into the father's desperate quest for justice as well as the ramifications that result. Samuel, Lily's father, was hit hard by the news of her sudden demise. With grief and rage intertwining within him, Samuel became seized by an intense desire for justice. He refused to accept her awful destiny as an accident and was determined to discover the truth about the events that led to his daughter's death. In the days that followed, Samuel dove into a world he never imagined he'd visit. He worked diligently to gather evidence, examine witnesses, and piece together a seemingly never-ending jigsaw. Sleepless hours were spent poring over records, photographs, an
Lily's Downfall:The discovery of Lily's relationship with Arnold's cousin upends her luxurious existence as a supermodel. The media frenzy and public scrutiny have ruined her reputation and career. Lily becomes insane as a result of her inability to cope with the unexpected setback. The chapter delves into her inner anguish and how it leads to a fatal vehicle accident that ends in her untimely death. Lily had always been a symbol of beauty and achievement. Her face appeared on magazine covers, her runway walks captivated audiences, and her every move was watched by loving followers. However, the discovery of her relationship to Arnold's cousin broke her seemingly ideal existence, throwing her into a dark abyss of depression. As the media frenzy grew, headlines screamed allegations, and cameras followed her every move. Lily's world disintegrated under the weight of public scrutiny, and the once-glamorous supermodel became a target for criticism and derision. The walls of her magnificen
Arnold's Cousin:Exposure Arnold had always thought his family was normal, with no skeletons in their closet. But on that terrible day, his life crumbled into a thousand pieces. It began like any other day: Arnold awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside his window. Little did he realize that his cousin's dark secret was about to be revealed, tearing the fabric of their seemingly idyllic existence. As Arnold walked downstairs to the kitchen, he noticed the tension in the air. His parents were crowded together, their faces filled with worry. Arnold approached them with caution, sensing something was amiss. "What is going on?" "Why do you both appear so troubled?" Arnold inquired, his tone tinted with apprehension. His mother looked at his father, her eyes heavy with despair. "Arnold, we have something to tell you. "It is about your cousin, Mark." Arnold felt his heart skip a beat. Mark, his cousin and childhood playmate, was always mischievous but never malicious. He couldn't compr
A New Beginning:The thundering thunder of gunshots rang across the courtyard, and the pungent scent of cordite stung Arnold's nostrils. He clutched Alice against him, ready for the inevitable shower of bullets that would rip through their bodies and end their lives. But the onslaught never arrived. Bewildered, Arnold opened his eyes to see the mercenary firing line swaying in bewilderment. Their raised weapons' barrels were aimed skyward, sending columns of smoke harmlessly into the night air. Alice awoke in his arms, her eyes wide with the same bewildered apprehension as they gradually untangled themselves from their protective hold. The remaining henchmen in the courtyard were in chaos, their attitudes ranging from combat-ready to completely disoriented. A low, rumbling cadence of rotor blades reached Arnold's ears, quickly increasing in loudness. A big black helicopter banked over the estate, its running lights strobing crimson against the clouds of bitter smoke that remained in t
The Final Showdown:The sleek black automobile raced through the night at breakneck speed, its tires screeching as Alice blasted around bends with reckless accuracy. Arnold's knuckles were white on the door handle, his body tight like a bowstring in gloomy expectation of the upcoming struggle. Finally, the formidable gates to Harris' huge estate appeared ahead, flanked by armed soldiers in defensive positions. Alice grimaced as she pressed the pedal, sending the automobile rushing toward the entryway like a bullet. "Get down!" Arnold yelled, grabbing her by the shoulders and yanking them both into a defensive huddle as bullets exploded. Bullets ricocheted off the strengthened chassis as they smashed through the gates, scattering shattered metal and splintered wood. The car fishtailed wildly before Alice regained control, the tires wailing in protest as she slid across the courtyard in a spray of debris. More armed guards approached them from all sides, raising their firearms and aimin
Arnold's Awakening:The heart monitor's steady beep was the only sound in the dimly lit hospital room. Arnold's unmoving figure appeared pallid and emaciated against the stark white blankets. Tubes emerged from his body, carrying vital fluids and medications. Alice kept a single watch at his bedside, her eyes swollen from sleepless nights and a constant stream of tears. "You have to wake up," she said softly, grasping his limp hand. "The kids need you. "I need you." As if responding, Arnold's fingers trembled almost slightly on her hand. Alice's head jolted up, and new tears welled up as she examined his face, looking for any additional indications of consciousness. Arnold's eyelids flickered open gradually and painfully. He blinked owlishly, his brow furrowing in puzzlement as he took in the sterile surroundings. "A...Alice?" His voice was barely more than a croak. "Arnold!" She leaned closer and cradled his face in her quivering hands. "You are awake! Oh, thank God, you are awake!"
Risky Confrontation:The information I had gathered against Damian and Lily felt like a lead weight in my hands as I walked into the heart of their operations—a generic office building that served as the facade for their massive criminal empire. My instincts told me to turn back and wait for the authorities to handle this sensitive case. But a deeper, more basic drive pulled me forward: a burning desire to look into the eyes of the monsters who had attempted to destroy my family and demand answers. My stomach churned with a horrible sense of anticipation as I walked through the magnificent lobby, my heels tapping on the polished marble with each determined stride. I could feel the weight of interested eyes on me, wondering what business a hugely pregnant lady had in this den of dishonesty and deception. If only they knew the truth: the unassuming figure in front of them was a lady forged in the fires of adversity, a force of nature propelled by unbreakable love and an unflinching sens
Unveiling the conspiracy:The farther I went into Lily and Damian's convoluted web, the more I felt like Alice falling down the rabbit hole, with each new revelation more weird and unnerving than the last. Financial data, once a jumble of numbers and figures, began to take on frightening new significance as patterns formed, portraying a picture of systemic fraud and embezzlement on a scale I couldn't fathom. Damian's deceit appeared limitless. He'd spent years painstakingly siphoning money from the Hawthorne empire, using a large network of shell businesses and offshore accounts to hide his activities. And Lily, that nasty snake, had been his willing accomplice, her beauty and guile providing the ideal distraction as Damian worked diligently to undermine Arnold's authority from within. As the scheme unfolded before me, layer by layer, I felt a surge of righteous rage rise in my chest. How could these horrible, soulless animals attempt to destroy what Arnold and I had built? How could