AVAI sank to the floor outside our room, my back against the door. The cold, hard surface did nothing to numb the intense pain radiating through my chest. My heart ached with each sob, each desperate plea that went unanswered. I could hear Liam’s movements on the other side, but no matter how much I begged, he didn’t open the door."Liam I am innocent," I cried, my voice breaking into desperate whispers. "You have to believe me. I don’t know who that man is. Please, open the door. We need to talk"My voice was barely above a whisper at this point.My sobs grew quieter, eventually reducing to soft, shuddering breaths.What did I ever do to deserve all of this? Hadn't I endured enough?How can I prove my innocence when the entire family is against me? Who is that man--Denis?! How can he confidently accuse me? Oh Lord.Someone must have sent him to tarnish my image. Could it be Clara? That lady will stop at nothing to ridicule me and throw me out of this house. The silence was suffoca
AVA My eyes twitched and I turned lazily on the soft sheets beneath my tired body. My fingers, slowly gaining momentum, gripped unto the soft fabric, before I fluttered my eyes open.The warm rays of the sun welcomed my sight, seeping through the curtains and feeling the room with its light. At first confusion settled in as I whipped my face around the room, wondering how I got in here.This was I and Liam's room but I don't recall going to bed in this room from yesterday's saga. The memories hit me like a wave, causing a part of my head to throb mildly.I had cried my eyes out last night. Liam wouldn't agree to open the door for me and the jeers and taunts I got from Clara and Davies did nothing to soothe my agony. I remember I had nestled up against the door, sobbing silently as I pleaded with Liam to open up but I got no response from him neither did he open up.Giving up to my fate, I had cried myself to sleep. But now, I am right in this room.And Liam? As soon as the thought o
AVAThe shrill ring of my phone pierced the silence, jolting me from my restless thoughts. I glanced at the screen, my heart sinking when I saw Amelia's name. I hesitated, my thumb hovering over the "answer" button. Whatever she wanted, it couldn't be good."Ava," Amelia's voice was cool and businesslike when I finally answered. "I need you to come to the house.""What do you want, Amelia?" I asked, trying to keep the exhaustion and irritation out of my voice."It's important," she replied curtly. "You need to come now.""I'm not in the mood for your games," I retorted, ready to hang up and end this pointless conversation.Her next words sent a chill down my spine. "If you don't come, you'll regret it."I scoffed, "Why should I believe anything you say? I'm done with your threats and manipulation. I have bigger problems to handle.""Ava, this is serious," she insisted, her tone hardening. "If you care about your future at all, you'll come. Now."My grip tightened on the phone. I didn'
AVAThe drive home was a blur, my thoughts tangled in the chaos that had unraveled earlier. As I pulled up to the house, I felt a sense of dread wash over me. The house seemed eerily quiet as I entered, and I hoped for a moment of peace. Instead, I was greeted by Tamy, our maid, who had a concerned look on her face."Good evening Ma'am" she greeted, her tone melancholic."Evening Tamy. Do you perhaps know where Liam is?" I asked. He was the only one on my mind right now. I needed to talk to him.“Ma’am, Liam went out a while ago,” she replied, her voice tinged with worry. “He didn’t say where he was going.”My heart sank. “Did he seem alright?”I came home to talk to him and now it seems, that too has been robbed away from me.Tamy shook her head. “He seemed troubled. I’m sorry, Ma’am, I wish I knew more.”“Thank you, Tamy" I exhaled, attempting to go up the stairs when Tamy's voice called me back."Mrs Ava, I am really sorry about the way you've been treated in this house recently. I
LIAMMy mind swirled with a torrent of thoughts as I gazed across the bustling cityscape outside. The honking of cars filled the air, their bright red and white lights creating a kaleidoscope of colors. The animated voices of various individuals reverberated through the evening.The cool evening breeze rushed into the office, doing nothing to soothe the heated tension in my body. I had hoped that leaving home under the guise of a check-up yesterday evening would take my mind off the troubles in my life and marriage, but even here, I was haunted by memories of the past.Ava. She wouldn't leave my head. The events of the past few days were like a nightmare, lurking around my every thought and filling my mind with unwanted memories.Why would Ava lie to me and my entire family about not having anything to do with Denis if she didn't mean it? Who the hell is this man, Denis? A spy? One of my family's competitors aiming to ruin us? Or Ava's real lover?It felt like my mind was torn between
John Tyson stepped out of the towering glass building, the heart of his corporate empire, alongside his trusted colleague, Thomas Caldwell. They were deep in conversation, their voices resonating with the satisfaction of a deal well-struck.“That was a masterstroke, John,” Thomas remarked, his eyes twinkling with admiration. “Securing that partnership will set us up for the next decade.”John, his gray hair neatly combed and his suit impeccably tailored, nodded appreciatively. “It wasn’t easy, but it’s a game-changer. We’ve got to stay ahead of the curve, Thomas. Complacency is the enemy.”As they descended the steps, John felt a surge of pride. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow on the bustling city. For a moment, everything seemed perfect. They approached the glass doors and Thomas glanced at John with a curious expression. "By the way, John, I've been hearing some whispers about a man claiming to be your daughter in-law's boyfriend. Do you know anything about it?"John's e
Richard walked into his grand living room with a spring in his step, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight. The headlines were ablaze with news of Ava’s supposed adultery with Denis, and the scandal was exactly what he had hoped for. He found his wife Isabella and eldest daughter Amelia seated on the lavish sofa, their faces expectant.“Have you heard the latest?” Richard said, barely able to contain his glee. “Ava’s infidelity with Denis is the talk of the town. It’s all over the news!”His eyes turned to Amelia, a satisfactory smile settling on his lips, "when you first told me of your plans to teach Ava a lesson, I honestly never thought you could pull it off. But now my dearest daughter, you've made me so proud!" He praised her.Amelia’s eyes sparkled with vindictive satisfaction. “Didn’t I assure you, Father? I told you I would make sure Ava paid for refusing to help us. That little bastard thought she could turn her back on us didn't she" Amelia scowled,Richard nodded app
AVA Tears blurred my vision as I approached the front door of my home. My heart was heavy with the weight of the accusations against me, and the fear that Liam might believe the lies. The thought of him avoiding me gnawed at my soul. I pushed open the door, hoping against hope that I could explain everything and make them understand the truth. As I stepped into the living room, the sight of my bag carelessly thrown on the floor made my heart drop. Uncle John stood there, his face a mask of stern disapproval. Clara was beside him, her eyes filled with disdain. "You need to leave this house, Ava," Uncle John said coldly, his voice brooking no argument. No. It can not be. I dreaded the day this would ever happen but now it seemed like that day was today. At first it felt like I was lost in a daze, my breathing getting clogged in my throat as I stood still, unable to raise my legs to wander further into the house. "What? I do not understand" I whispered, trying to register what I
Months later AVA The morning sun poured through the windows, bathing the room in a warm golden light. I stood in front of the mirror, my hands gently resting on my swollen belly, feeling the soft kicks of our baby. I could hardly believe this day had finally come—our wedding day. Again. I smiled to myself, watching my reflection as my fingers brushed over the lace of my gown. It was simple, elegant, and perfect for the small, intimate ceremony Liam and I had decided on. A fresh start. A new beginning for our family. There was a knock on the door, and Clara walked in, her face lighting up when she saw me. “Ava, you look beautiful,” she said, her voice soft but filled with sincerity. I turned to her, smiling. “Thank you, Clara. I’m glad you’re here.” She walked over, her expression a little more serious now. “I wouldn’t have missed this for the world. After everything… you and Liam deserve this happiness. You deserve a fresh start.” Her words meant more to me than she k
LIAM The silence in the hospital room was deafening. I sat beside Ava, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest, my fingers trembling as I reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from her face. She looked so fragile, so pale. I had never felt so helpless in my life. The day had dragged on endlessly, every hour a brutal reminder of how close I had come to losing her. The doctors had said she was stable, but she hadn’t woken up. I had tried talking to her, whispering reassurances that everything was going to be okay, but there was no response. Just the maddening, continuous hum of the machines monitoring her vitals. “Ava… please, wake up,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from hours of silence. “I need you. We need you.” The door to the room opened, and a nurse stepped in quietly, checking the monitors before giving me a small nod. “She’s doing well, Mr. Liam. It’s just a matter of time now.” Time. It felt like an eternity had already passed. I watched the nurse leave,
LIAM I held Ava tightly in his arms, feeling her tremble against me. Her breathing was shallow, and her skin, pale and cold. Despite everything, she had held on. We both had. As I brushed the dirt-streaked hair from her face, I whispered, “You’re safe now, Ava. It’s over.” Her lips parted as if she was trying to speak, but no words came out. Her fingers clutched weakly at my shirt, trying to ground herself. “I’m here,” I whispered, holding her as close as I could without hurting her. “I’ve got you.” She blinked up at me, her gaze unfocused before she glanced around, her eyes landing on Clara and Davies, who stood near the door, watching us with somber expressions. She looked back up at me, her brows knitting together. Her hand moved to her stomach, resting there for a moment before her eyes widened. “Liam…” “What is it?” I asked, my heart skipping a beat. Her grip on me tightened, and fear began to seep into her gaze. “I—Liam, something’s wrong.” Before I could even pro
LIAM The cold concrete floor felt like it was digging into my bones, and every breath I took was shallow and labored. My body ached, the weight of exhaustion and hunger gnawing at me with every passing minute. Ava sat beside me, her face pale, streaked with dirt, and her once-vibrant eyes dull with fear and fatigue. We had been here for what felt like an eternity, tied up, helpless, malnourished, and broken. I glanced over at her, my heart wrenching as she tried to keep herself together. Every now and then, she would give me a small, strained smile—something to reassure me, as if to say we were going to get out of this. But even her resolve was weakening. I could see it in the way her hands trembled, her breath coming in short, panicked bursts. The room reeked of sweat and desperation, the oppressive silence hanging over us like a death sentence. Then the door creaked open, and the sound of footsteps echoed through the warehouse. My pulse quickened as I turned to see John and El
Clara had been restless, unable to sleep, and decided to head downstairs for a glass of water. As she descended the staircase, her footfalls silent against the thick carpet, she heard voices coming from John’s study. At first, she thought nothing of it. It was not unlikely for him to make calls this late. John often stayed up late for business calls, but as she reached the bottom of the stairs, something in the tone of his voice made her pause. She ducked into the shadows, peeking around the corner, just in time to hear him say something that froze the blood in her veins. “Once they are dead, the property and the company will be ours. There won’t be anyone left to challenge us. We’ve endured far too much and we’ve played those meaningless games with those two pests! Now it’s time to get rid of them forever” Clara’s breath hitched in her throat, her hand trembling as she clutched the banister. She didn’t dare move, didn’t dare breathe. John’s voice was calm, almost bored, as th
AVA I woke up with a pounding headache, my limbs heavy and sore. My eyes fluttered open, the room around me coming into hazy focus—a cold, dimly lit space with concrete walls and the faint hum of distant machinery. As I shifted, I realized I couldn’t move my arms. Panic set in, and my breath quickened. My wrists were bound tightly behind me. A groan escaped my lips as I tugged at the restraints, but they wouldn’t budge. It was then that I noticed Liam, slumped beside me, his head hanging low. “Liam,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “Liam, wake up.” He stirred slightly, groaning before his eyes slowly blinked open. “Ava…?” His voice was rough, groggy. “What… where are we?” “We’re tied up,” I said, my voice trembling as I fought back the fear rising in my chest. “Liam, I don’t know what’s happening.” His eyes darted around the room, assessing the situation much quicker than I had. He tugged at his own restraints, his jaw tightening when he realized there was no immediate escape
LIAM I stood outside Ava’s house, nerves tearing through me. It had taken me far too long to realize how deeply I had hurt her. I had been a fool—letting my own uncle, John, manipulate me into casting her aside. My heart raced as I stared at the door, hoping, praying, she would listen. I lifted my hand to knock again, but the door suddenly opened. Isabella, her stepmother, stood before me. The hostility on her face was unmistakable, her lips curling into a sneer as she crossed her arms. “What are you doing here, Liam?” Her tone was icy. “I need to see Ava,” I said, my voice pleading. “I need to talk to her. Please.” She laughed bitterly, stepping forward, almost blocking the doorway. “Talk to her? After what you did? You have no right.” My heart clenched, but I refused to give up. “Isabella, I know I made mistakes. I just need five minutes—” “No,” she cut me off sharply. “You’re not coming in, Liam. She doesn’t need to hear more of your excuses.” I was about to respond when, s
Clara paced nervously in the hallway outside her brother’s room, debating whether to knock. Her heart pounded against her ribs as she rehearsed the conversation in her head. She knew Davies was loyal to their father, John, but after everything that had happened—after all the plotting and scheming—Clara couldn’t keep quiet any longer. She had seen the damage her father had caused, not just to Liam but to the entire family, and it was time to stop it. Taking a deep breath, she raised her hand and knocked on the door. A moment later, Davies opened it, surprise etched across his face. "Clara? What’s going on? It’s late," Davies said, stepping aside to let her in. Clara entered, her steps hesitant as she glanced around his room. "We need to talk. It’s important." Davies raised an eyebrow. "Talk about what? It better be good Clara. You know I don’t like when somebody interrupts my sleep” “Oh shut up. I came to talk about something important. Dad’s plan with Ava and Liam. Don’t yo
In the dimly lit study, the heavy scent of cigar smoke lingered in the air. John Tyson sat behind his large oak desk, fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished wood as his mind churned with plans and schemes. Across from him, Clara perched on the edge of a leather armchair, fidgeting with her hands, her gaze flicking nervously between the door and her brother. "I don’t like this," she muttered, breaking the tense silence. "We’ve done enough damage. Liam’s health has improved since Ava came into his life. Maybe it’s time to let things be." John’s gaze hardened as he turned to face her, his fingers pausing mid-tap. “You think I care about Liam’s well-being, Clara? This isn’t about him. It’s about our legacy, our fortune. Ava’s nothing more than a distraction, and I’ll be damned if I let her undo years of planning.” Clara sighed, leaning back in her chair, her shoulders sagging under the weight of their family’s endless plots. “We’ve been at this for too long, Dad. We’ve done