"They think they can control me" Ava growled low in her throat, pacing the small hotel room. Her heels clicked against the floor, her anger simmering, threatening to boil over at any moment. She came to a stop, hands clenching on the edge of the desk in front of her. Her reflection stared back at her from the mirror over it, green eyes wild with frustration and hurt.And in Ava's head, those words re-echoed in her mind in an endless feedback-the words deeply engraving in her mind one word after another."You're a disappointment. You dragged the family name in the mud. You've done enough damage.”She snorted, her voice thick with resentful arguments so bitter. "I've done enough damage? Really?" Ava shook her head, the laugh that finally came out seemingly cutting her throat. "Eva stole everything from me, and I am the one that's done enough damage?It was injustice, seared in fire, and she found no room for reason. She hunched backward into her chair, shaking, her hands covering her fa
"Ma'am, are you all right? You've been staring at that screen for ten minutes now," Amelia, one of her employees who brought a report to her office, ventured to ask warmly.Blinking a few times, Eva forced a bright smile onto her face as she quickly minimized the open blank document on her computer that she had seemed to be working on. "I'm fine," she said, but her tone wasn’t convincing. And dismissed her.She was not okay. The storm brewing in her mind for the last couple of days crashed on her ceaselessly. Every time she met Shawn's gaze, her gut roiled with overwhelming guilt and hurt seriously gnawing at her insides. He had slept with her sister, cheated on her without realising, and she couldn't do anything.Her hands had formed into fists under the desk. “It wasn't his fault,” she reminded herself for what must have been the hundredth time. “He didn't know. He couldn't have known.”But that didn't make it one whit easier to bear.Eva thought of the weekend: Shawn had seemed ful
Just as Shawn and Eva sat in the living room, chatting over their evening tea, the doorbell jingled. Their attention went to the main entrance as the sound came up. Madam Tess, ambled toward answering the door grumbling discontentedly with the uninvited guest. Eva's heart leaped high-she had been uptight all day, waiting for Ava's next move. She tightened her grip on the teacup while her stomach churned. “Who could this be at this hour? Are you expecting someone?”"Relax," Shawn said, chuckling at her rigid pose. "It's probably a deliveryman; someone must have sent something.” Then they heard the door open and Madam Tess's voice full of surprise: "Oh! Miss Eva, what a lovely surprise."Eva's blood froze. She put down her tea on the table, trembling; that rattling sound very loud against the stillness of the room. ‘What's she doing here?’Shawn's head jolted, a brilliant smile lighting up his face. "Eva? Really?"No sooner were the words off his lips than Ava appeared in the doorway
"Ready for another tiring day, Mrs. Darlington?" Shawn teased, opening the car door for Eva, a wide grin on his face.Eva forced a small, weak smile and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Do i have a choice.” She replied in a tired tone.She stepped out of the car, holding her purse close to her side. The air was cool that morning, though the weight inside her chest had her feeling constricted. About to return to Shawn's cheerful banter, she suddenly froze.Ava leaned against her car casually, that bright smile of hers blazing like a spotlight toward them as she stood in the parking lot."Good morning!" Ava called cheerfully, her voice as sweet as sugar as she sauntered toward them.Eva's heart quickened as she found herself clutching at her purse. ‘What is she doing here?’"Eva!" Shawn exclaimed, still blind to any of the tension between the women."Good morning. Good to see you.”"Good morning, Shawn," Ava said with her eyes dancing momentarily onto Eva. "And good morning t
Ava Wadsley leaned back in her sleek leather office chair; her fingers tap-danced a rhythmic beat against the mahogany desk as her eyes scanned the drab deluge of emails surging into her inbox. Outside her office, the incessant buzz of action was cozy humming in the background, reminding her that this was indeed an empire burgeoning.She glanced at her sister's empty desk and shifted her gaze to the wall clock before picking up her phone to dial Eva's contact. It rang twice before she answered. "Eva," she said pleasantly, honey oozing in a voice sweet enough to get on her sister's nerves. "Why haven't you shown up to the office today? You have responsibilities, you know.There was a moment of pause, followed by the sound of a soft sigh. "I'm not feeling well, Ava. I won't be coming in today."Ava hunched forward as her lips curled in an arc of sly mockery, her fingers spinning her gold-plated pen between them. The wheels in her brain were working. "Sick? You seemed fine all this week
"How much longer can I keep living this lie?" Eva whispered, shaking, staring at the pregnancy report that lay on the coffee table. The words "Three weeks pregnant" stared at her like a neon sign, burning through her thoughts and piercing her already fragile composure. Her heart pounded without rest, with every beat a reminder of the fleeting time.She let herself sink deeper into the couch, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she felt the beginnings of tears spring. "Shawn deserves the truth," she whispered, clutching the report as if it were both her lifeline and her downfall. "He has to hear it from me,not Ava.”The thought of Ava telling him made her stomach turn. Her twin had turned merciless, a manipulator of the highest order, and Eva knew Ava wouldn't think twice about twisting the story to her advantage. She would spin it, play the victim, and make Eva out to be some kind of conniving fraud.She grasped the report firmly in her clasping fingers as her mind whirled furi
"Shawn, there's something I need to—" His phone boomed loudly across the dresser right between them. "Wait a minute," Shawn rushed to say and then scanned across the screen. "I'm sorry, I need to take this. It's my father" He cast her a sorry look then headed out through the door. Eva opened her mouth to protest, but nothing came out. All she could do was nod as he vanished from the room, leaving her standing there with her thoughts. That moment stirred deep in her chest. Her hand hovered across her stomach, shaking to the beat of her heart-a quiet reminder of what was at stake. And the resolve crumbled, telling Shawn an insurmountable mountain. The screams of her mind wanted to make her follow him, demand his attention, and just bare it all. But fear proved to be a contrary opponent as it kept her glued to the floor. Maybe later. Once the call is done. I’ll try again then, she assured herself, sitting on the edge of the bed, clutching the hem of her dress. The minutes ticked on
Ava continued with her speech and spoke professionally to the crowd, who were obviously confused about who the real Ava Wadsley was. Shawn's jaw clenched as he stood beside Eva. His attention was on Ava, who was standing with confidence on that stage, talking so effortlessly. There was a constant hum of guests present around them, growing louder and louder as whispers whirled like a tempest."Shawn," Eva whispered, and all was said from her trembling voice to her digging fingers in his arm. "She obviously prepared to give the speech in my place, that's why she didn't tell me about the speech.” The furrowing of Shawn's eyebrows turned to her. "Why would she be speaking on your behalf when you are here? It doesn't make sense.” "She probably thought that I wasn't going to come. I mean, I wasn't feeling well, and the invitation last-minute," Eva stuttered, trying to get the words out as her heart ran a marathon while her mind juggled, trying to redeem the situation. Shawn frowned fir
“Lets see what you are up to, Ava.” Ryan said under his breath, hands on the steering wheel as his eyes dart merrily between the rearview mirror and the restaurant across the road. The engine of his car idled gently, its low hum hardly noticeable over the thrashing in his chest. Almost an hour had passed since he had been sitting there, his head turned on Ava, who was inside the café stirring her unattended coffee. His phone buzzed on the passenger seat, and he grabbed it quickly. It was a message from Shawn. Shawn: "Keep your eyes on her; we must figure out where she's taking that money to.”Ryan exhaled, his jaw tightened. He thought relentlessly, typing back a brief response. Ryan: "I'm still watching. She hasn't made a move yet." He set the phone down and tapped his fingers nervously on the top of the steering wheel. Two half-million-dollar withdrawals, and she's merely sipping coffee? It didn't seem right. There's something up.Ava rose from the chair moments later, her chai
Shawn's voice was quiet but fraught with stress as he slumped on the mahogany desk, his jaw clenched with each word;"Are you quite certain about this, Ryan? ".His fingers drummed on the polished surface of the table, a perturbed beat that exposed his anxiety as he sat across from him. “I wouldn't have not come to you if I wasn't. Ava is hiding something, I've been investigating and watching her myself.” Shawn's eyebrows furrowed tightly. The poorly lit study gave them privacy, its thick drapes shutting out the rest of the world, but it did little to relax the weight bearing on Shawn. “You're claiming she poisoned Eva, Ryan. I still can't believe Ava would do that. Even Eva doesn't believe it. Because Ava has no reason to do that.” Ryan let out a nasty sigh, anger rippling across him. "I know you both are finding it hard to believe, but according to Eva's testimony, she is our only suspect.Ryan narrowed his eyes at Shawn, who looked disturbed. “Eva told me she overheard Ava's conve
Ava murmured over the phone, voice chilly and indifferent, "I can't come today either."Shawn's exasperated voice came over the speaker to say, "Ava, what's going on? You keep giving excuses not to come home. Talk to me if something is bothering you.”"Shawn, I'm not giving excuses. I have a lot of work to do and my parents' place is the closest, because I've been working late these days. Please try to understand. " Ava hung up without waiting for his response and flung her phone onto her disorganized desk. The setting sun had long gone down, so Wadsleys Jewels were gently aglow from the office lights. Scattered about Ava's desk were financial records and client files, but none of them really had her attention. She was off, trapped in a hurricane of anxiety and stress. Trying to relieve the increasing headache, she rubbed her temples. She didn't bother to check when her phone buzzed again. She already knew it was Shawn.Eva and her mother had also been trying to talk to her, but th
Richard Wadsley paced the living room, with his fist clenched and, his voice booming throughout the mansion, "Why isn't there any damn answer yet? " Flush with anger, he glared at the detective who stood uncomfortably.“Mr Wadsley, the CCTV from Wadsleys Jewels was damaged. Both the cameras inside Eva's office and leading to it were turned off. Someone obviously understood what they were doing. " The detective explained.Richard sneered, his jaws clamped tight. “Someone tried to murder my daughter, and we don't have even one hint? " The detective’s eyes went down. “We are trying to look for alternative methods to get the culprit. maybe…” "Get out! " Richard snapped.“Mr Wadsley?’’ The detective was caught off guard.Richard Wadsley glared at him and growled. “I dont want to see you, if you dont have anything tangible. Please leave.” The man gave a curt nod, and said. “We’ll do our best sir.” Before turning to leave. Eva was lying on the couch, with hetr hands resting on her stom
"Miss Wadsley, you must tell us everything you remember. It will be very useful for the investigation.” Detective Harris' voice cut through the heavy tension of the hospital room. Eva moved a little on the hospital bed, and the sterile sheet felt rigid and itchy against her skin. Eleanor Wadsley, her mother, sat on the edge of Evas bed with Eva hand clenched in hers like a lifeline. Richard Wadsley paced like an anguished lion across the room, anger seeping from every powerful stomp crashing across the ceramic floor. Shawn was standing stiffly in the corner beside Ryan, with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes fixed on Eva's pallid face, his jaw was clenched, and the muscles twitched gently. Every moment of her silence only appeared to drive the cyclone building beyond his chilling eyes. Ryan squirmed next to him, rubbing his neck back and forth; his irritation practically evident throughout the questioning. "Miss Wadsley," Detective Harris said with a firm but gentle
Apart from the faint beep of the heart monitor, the hospital room was eerily quiet. Sitting in the chair next Eva's bed, Shawn watched her weak body resting against the white hospital sheets his fingers interlocked. Though the steady rise and fall of her chest comforted him, it did not lighten the suffocating weight of emotions he felt. He had been sitting there for hours, waiting for her to wake up, waiting for a solution. The doctor had told him that she'll regain consciousness soon. Eleanor had left a few moments ago telling him that she had to make food for Eva when she woke up. She thanked him for staying beside her. He was lost in the memories of the past they shared together, the betrayal, lies and the pain of their divorce. The news of her pregnancy was the shock of it all. Resting his elbows on his knees, he sighed deeply and his fingers twitched. Since Ryan laid everything out, his head has been spinning with questions. ‘Why didn't she tell me?’He ought to have realized
Ava's eyes were filled with fury as she walked completely into the apartment; she still couldn't believe what was before her eyes. Startled by the unexpected interruption, Samantha jumped from the sofa. It was irritation rather than fear that swished over her face; she knew Ava would come screaming at her door, sooner or later. Ava took a deep breath. “What is Norman Darlington doing here?” Her eyes returned to Samantha, mock screaming on her like a tidal wave. "Sam, I asked what is going on here?” Crossing her legs and sitting back against the couch, Samantha smirked. "I was wondering how long it would take you to solve it.” She said smoothly.Ava clenches her fists. "You have been working together?” Samantha breathed out deeply, head tilted. “Why else would he be here? Quit asking obvious questions Ava, you look stupid.” A wave of sickness swept Ava. She trusted Samantha. They've been best friends since middle school. Samantha made her believe she was helping her and was the o
Shawn drove behind his parent's car as they drove into the parking space of their mansion. He knew his father was trying to keep his cool and not cause a scene in front of the Wadsleys when they almost lost their daughter. His father went in without waiting for him. Shawn took a deep breath before walking in to face his father. “Shawn, what in the world is happening? What was all that?” Henry Darlington asked with barely contained anger. Shawn tried to speak and calm his father down, but unfortunately, he had no words. He understood what his father felt, but he also felt the same way and didn't understand the mess he just got into. His thoughts replayed the doctor's words and Ryan's words. ‘Eva was truly pregnant, and it was his.And now his father is paranoid and angry about the fact that both twins are pregnant with his child. Shawn shrugged wearily. How exactly was he supposed to deal with this? He thought finding Eva unconscious in her office was worse until the doctor co
With clenched fists, Shawn strolled the space by the window. He wasn't saying much, he just wanted Eva to regain consciousness. She still has a lot to answer for, but the memories of how he found her almost lifeless on the floor made his heart sink. Ava went to sit and was stiff in the chair, hands shaking and rolled into fists in her lap. Ryan stood with his back against the wall, his mask like face dull, but the jaw clenched spoke volumes. Richard Wadsley and Eleanor Wadsley were seated together, their distorted heads twisted with horror and fury. Daine Darlington and Henry Darlington sat quietly, their red eyes flicking every which way. Eleanor shot from the chair, her voice quivering on the razor's ranks, "Doctor, what's the update now. How's my daughter?” Richard's deep voice asked, "Is she awake?" The doctor scanned the room. "Are you all the patient's family?” Shawn glared. "Why does any of this matter? Tell us what happened to her.” The doctor stopped and then gave a no