Isabella sat in the grand living room, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the arm of the leather chair. Mr. Harris, the family lawyer, had just finished going over the documents. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss.“Mr. Harris,” she began, her voice steady but laced with concern, “I noticed Amelia’s name is absent from any of my husband, Richard’s assets. Is there a reason for this oversight?”The lawyer adjusted his glasses, a look of discomfort crossing his face. “Mrs. Ray, it’s not an oversight. Richard’s will and asset distribution were deliberate. A significant portion of his major assets, including the estate and business shares, are in Ava’s name.”Isabella’s eyes widened. “Ava? But why? Amelia is his legitimate daughter, born within wedlock. How could he favor Ava, the child of a woman he considered nothing more than a gold-digger?”Mr. Harris sighed, sensing the depth of her distress. “Richard made his decisions with specific intentions. He might have hi
The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm golden glow over the Ray's estate as Isabella returned home from a long day at work. She stepped into the house, dropping her keys onto the console table by the door. The house was unusually quiet, and she welcomed the respite, her thoughts still swirling with the unsettling revelations from the day before.As she walked into the living room, Isabella froze. Amelia was there, but she wasn’t alone. Caught in a passionate embrace, Amelia was making out with a man on the couch. The scene was shocking not only for its intensity but also for the disarray around them—packs of cigarettes littered the coffee table and the floor, their smell heavy in the air.“Amelia!” Isabella’s voice cut through the room like a whip. “What is going on here?”Amelia and the man sprang apart, both of them wide-eyed and breathless. The man scrambled to his feet, hastily adjusting his clothes. Isabella’s eyes blazed as she took in the sight of him.“You,” she point
The morning sun filtered through the kitchen windows, casting a warm glow over the tidy space. Ava hummed softly to herself as she moved about the kitchen, preparing breakfast. She took great care in arranging the plates of scrambled eggs, toast, and fruit, wanting everything to be perfect. She knew how much Liam appreciated a good breakfast, and it brought her a sense of peace to know she was taking care of him in this small way.As she imagained the many ways Liam would jump with enthusiasm on seeing the food, a warm smile spread across her lips.As she set the last plate on the counter, she heard footsteps approaching. Clara walked in, her expression as sour as ever. Ava felt a familiar tension rise within her but forced a polite smile."Good morning, Clara," she greeted.Clara barely acknowledged her, brushing past her to grab a glass of water. Ava turned away, focusing on wiping down the counter. She didn’t see Clara’s quick, calculating glance toward the stack of plates on th
Ava wiped a stray tear from her cheek as she made her way upstairs, her mind still reeling from the morning's events. The shattered plates and Uncle Tyson's harsh words echoed in her mind, amplifying her frustration and sadness. She reached the bedroom she shared with Liam and closed the door behind her, leaning against it as her composure finally broke. Tears streamed down her face as she sank to the floor, her shoulders shaking with quiet sobs."Why is this happening to me?" Ava whispered to herself, her voice barely audible. "What did I do to deserve this? Why did I ever agree to marry into this family?"She hugged her knees to her chest, feeling the weight of her misfortune pressing down on her. The constant tension, the feeling of never being good enough, and Clara's relentless schemes were wearing her down. It felt like no matter what she did, it was never right.A soft knock on the door startled her, and she hastily wiped her tears away. The door creaked open, and Liam peeke
AVA DAYS LATER The sun hung low in the sky as I made my way to Uncle John Tyson's study, my steps slow and measured. I had received a summons from him earlier in the day, and although I tried to remain composed, my heart was beating faster than usual. Uncle Tyson rarely called for me unless there was something serious to discuss. I knocked lightly on the door, and his gruff voice called me in. Pushing the door open, I stepped inside, my eyes meeting Uncle Tyson's cold, calculating gaze. He sat behind his large oak desk, his fingers steepled together, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "You wanted to see me, Uncle John?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. "Yes, Ava. Sit down," he replied, gesturing to the chair opposite him. I sat down, my hands clasped tightly in my lap. I waited for him to speak, the silence in the room thick and oppressive. "Liam's aunt Margaret is arriving this evening," Uncle Tyson said, his voice devoid of any warmth. "It's important that he
Ava It had been another exhausting day, filled with subtle jabs and hostile glares from Clara and Davies. I sighed, wiping my forehead with the back of my hand as I continued preparing lunch for Liam. Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me and swiftly pivoted to see that it was Tamy who slipped quietly into the kitchen. Her expression was grave, and I could tell she had something important to say. “Ava,” Tamy whispered, glancing nervously over her shoulder to make sure we were alone. “I need to talk to you.” I put down the dish I was holding and turned to face her, concern etching my features. “What’s wrong, Tamy?” She took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly. “You need to be careful, Ava. Uncle John… he’s not what he seems. He’s sly" My heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?” She glanced around to make sure we were alone. "I need to warn you about Uncle John. He’s dangerous. He’ll do anything to get rid of you." Tamy looked around the room again, then leaned i
AVALiam and I were in the boutique, sifting through racks of clothes, trying to find something special for the family dinner coming up. I was grateful for these moments of normalcy amidst the chaos at the Tyson household. The boutique was elegant, filled with beautiful garments and accessories that sparkled under the soft lighting. The pleasant chatter of other customers created a comforting background noise.“Look at this one, Ava,” Liam said, holding up a delicate, emerald-green dress. His eyes sparkled with excitement. “It would look good on you.”I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me. “It’s beautiful, Liam. You have great taste.”He chuckled, a sound that always managed to lighten my heart. “I’m just trying to make sure you look so so so so so good like a doll. Go on, try it.”I took the dress from him, feeling the soft fabric between my fingers. As I stepped into the dressing room, I caught a glimpse of Clara out of the corner of my eye. She had been hovering nearby, her
The commotion in the boutique escalated as the shopkeeper returned with the manager, a stern-looking man with a clipped tone. Ava stood frozen in disbelief as the manager approached, his eyes narrowing in contempt.“What’s going on here?” the manager demanded, looking at Ava with disdain.“This woman,” the shopkeeper pointed at Ava, “was found with these earrings in her bag. She’s a thief.”“Excuse me, what is happening here?” John Tyson’s authoritative voice cut through the tension. He entered the store, followed closely by Davies, both of them clearly disturbed by the uproar. The manager’s expression shifted to one of shock and recognition.“Mr. Tyson, I apologize for any inconvenience. But this woman was caught in a shameful act,” the manager insisted, pointing at Ava."No she wasn't!" Liam yelled back. "I was with Ava the entire time. She's innocent uncle John!" Liam protested."Ava what's this nonsense? What have you done?!" Davies questioned."I didn't do anything. I don't--I d