"Why don't you think for once in your life, Ava?!" The voice boomed loud enough inside that Eva actually paused mid-porch, her heart sprinting through her chest.She clutched the handle of the front door a little tighter, steeling herself as she went in. The living room was indeed an eruptive cauldron of emotions-just as she had guessed it would be. Her father, Richard Wadsley, stood facing her with his arms across his chest, his red face a sure sign of anger. Across from him stood Ava, her raised chin defying anybody to make her back down.“You have the guts to come back after everything!” Richard shouted as his finger traced an accusing arrow in the air at Ava. "Doesn't your conscience ever kick in about all that you've done? Leaving behind a mess everywhere, mass within the family-for your sister?”Ava was cool enough, while speaking, to mask the flashes of rage in her eyes. "I've not come to debate, to score any arguments," she said; "I'm here to fix things.”“Fix things?! "Richar
"What do i do now? She's going to ruin everything" Eva said after having slightly trembled; she stood in her parents living room, staring at the door her twin sister just walked out from. Everyone was quiet, still processing Ava's words and what just happened. Richard broke the silence, his face chiseled into an angry mask. "She tries one stupid thing, she will have to face my wrath. I don't care that she's my daughter.""Richard, stop it," Eleanor said sharply, for a second her usually calm mask cracked enough to show her frustration. "This isn't helping.”Eva turned to face her parents, her voice shaking as she said, “You don’t understand, Dad. She won't back down. She said she wants her life back, everything. That means the company, the social status… that means it will be over between me and Shawn.”“No, it won't.” Richard snapped. “You think I’d let her just walk in here and take everything and ruin everything we built? Over my dead body.”“Richard!" Eleanor flashed him an acid
“You just don't spring a month-long vacation request on me out of the blue, Ava.” Shawn actually laughed, and there was almost a disbelief in that tone, perhaps near dismissal. He leaned closer towards her and pulled her closer to him by her waist, assuming an expression stern from practicality against indulgence. "You do realize what goes on at the office, if I disappear for a whole month, its going to be utter chaos.”Eva's lips arced into a smile, but it was glass brittle. "You're right, it was silly. I just wasn't thinking." She tried to sound light, but the tension in her chest betrayed her.Shawn paused mid-laugh, his eyes narrowing. "You're not usually like that. What's going on?”“Nothing,” Eva replied too quickly, her hand instinctively brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I guess I’ve just been feeling. restless. That’s all.”Shawn’s brow furrowed as he reached across the table, taking her hand gently in his. “Eva, if something’s bothering you, tell me.”The warmth of
"Let's just tell the truth and get this over with?" Eva's voice suddenly came through the thick heavy atmosphere, her loudness good enough to shake crystals cold against her as a blade while her gaze faced Ava.Her eyes constringing slightly when she looked sideways into Ava, Ava crossed her arms muttering strongly, "Talk, Eva. Say your version of whatever you want to say.” Eleanor and Richard exchanged a weighted, uncomfortable glance-the air thick with some sort of revelation, even the walls holding their breath in anticipation of what was to follow."I'll tell them everything," Eva said, her voice firm but shaking. "I didn't want any of this, but you left me no choice."Ava rolled her eyes. "Oh, don't play the victim now. You had choices, Eva.""Enough!" Richard's voice was firm, his face a thin veil to his anger. "Eva, explain yourself. From the beginning.”Eva plunged on with a deep breath; the words seemed to tumble out, as if a confession. "It started with Ava not liking up wi
"I will not be spoken to like that," Ava finally said, crossing her arms. "I am not the one who married him; she did.""And you're the one who left him at the altar," Richard snapped, whip-like. Eva shuddered as guilt swamped her chest. "Dad, please…"No, Eva," Richard spat, wrenching to give her his furious gaze. "Do not even for one second believe you are in the clear on this. You were lying to Shawn just as much as Ava was, if not more so. The moment you knew your feelings, you should have been honest with him.”"I know," Eva whispered, tears slipping down her face. "I know I should have, but I was scared. Scared of losing him, scared of him hating me. I didn't know what else to do.""You could have opted for honesty," Richard snapped, razor-sharp in his tone. "As it was, you opted to live the lie. And now we have to pay because of it.”Finally, Eleanor spoke, the softness in her voice firm. "We need to figure out a way to move on from this. Blaming each other will not change what
"Dad, I need to talk to you" Ava's voice shrill as clear crystal as she burst through the heavy mahogany doors into the boardroom without knocking. Heads turned to her, and her father, Richard Wadsley, froze mid-sentence.Richard promptly excused himself. "Gentlemen, ladies, I'll be back in a moment."He followed Ava outside, annoyance and concern masked on his face. The minute they were out of earshot, Richard whirled on her, the restraint tight in his voice. "What do you think you're doing, barging in like that?"Ava smiled wryly, crossing her arms. "What I ought to have done months ago. I want my office back, Dad. My rightful position. And if you think I'm just about to stand while Eva parades around, play-acting the role of being me-" Ava leaned in, hushing her tone to a hiss "I'll expose everything.”Richard went white in the face. He shut the door behind them. His hand was shaking slightly. "Ava, you just don't get it. Now is no time to-""I don't want to hear any of your excuse
“Doesn't it bother you, Eva?” Ava’s voice cut through the silence of the office as the clock neared the end of the workday. She leaned back in her chair, her tone light but her eyes sharp. “Sitting here, pretending to be something you’re not?”Eva glanced up from her computer, her fingers pausing over the keyboard. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”Ava smiled wryly, playing a pen through her fingers. "Sure, you don't." She drummed the pen on the desk. "By the way, I was thinking about Samantha today. I've not been seeing her around."Eva's face didn't budge, but her hold on the mouse pulled tight. "Samantha?""My best friend, former project manager. You met her here didn't you?" Ava asked nonchalantly, her eyes telling a whole different story altogether.Eva shrugged, forced casual. "Of course, I did. She resigned months ago. Said something about a change."Ava learnt forward, eyes narrowing. "That does not sound like Samantha. She loved it here. Lived practically for it.""Sh
“Dad, I think it's time for a change?" Ava's voice slashed the room like a knife running on heated coals as she walked in without knocking.Eva faced their father in his plush office, getting stuck in a middle sentence. She turned to Ava, face distorted in surprise and irritation."What are you doing here, Ava?" Eva asked, cautious."Taking back what's mine," Ava said, entering the office and closing the door behind her. Ava just let Eva's glare go, staring down at their father, who let out a heavy sigh to ready himself for another battle between his daughters."I am ready to take the reign of the company again," Ava said without hesitation. "Let's be real, Dad-I've been running Wadsley Jewel long before Eva stepped in, and nobody knows this company better than myself. Frankly speaking, I can do it better than her, and you know that."Eva snorted; air released when she lolled back into the chair. "Better than me, huh? Like how you ran off and left it behind, without caring about what
The Wadsley’s mansion was filled with tension. Shawn entered the room, his piercing eyes surveying those already seated in front of him at the table in a row down the long mahogany. His father, Henry Darlington sat opposite Richard Wadsley, who presided at the head of the table, tapping fingers on the wood in a deliberate rhythm, face with an impassive mask, and Ryan Wadsley leaned back in his chair, arms folded, and nodded to greet shawn.“I'm sorry for keeping you all waiting.” he bowed before settling down and didn’t waste any seconds before speaking. "We don’t have much time." His voice cut through the stifling silence. "Uncle Victor and Norman have been one step ahead of us for so long. That ends now."Henry's expression was resolute. "We already know all their plans. With Edward's recording, we've got Victor's confession. But that will never be enough. We need more evidence to expose them publicly in front of your grandfather.”Richard's teeth were firmly gritted. "My name and
Darlington's mansion loomed over him as Shawn grasped the steering wheel with hands tightly clenched, his mind thinking a mile a minute per second. He never imagined that he would find himself here today, but with everything that had just transpired in seconds ago, he had more pressing things to attend to. All he had to do was learn.The instant he drove into the driveway, he cut off the motor and stepped out, teeth gritted in a granite smile. Air was nearly as cold as ice as he strode up to the front door.A servant flung the door wide open for him before he would have gotten there on his own two pounding feet. "Welcome home, Mr. Darlington." The maid greeted with a smile on her face.Shawn tried to greet back with a smile, but he wasn’t in the mood and he couldn’t fake it."Where's my father?" he asked immediately.Her expression changed at his cold demeanour. She could instantly tell that he was in a bad mood."Your father is in his study," She said.Shawn remained silent. He st
The ride home was silent as Ryan drove Ava home in her carAva's knuckles were whitening as her fist clenched on her laps. She could hear the sound of her heartbeat as she thought about what she was going to face when she got home.Ryan gripped tightly on the steering wheel, jaws clenched in a hard line. He was furious and seething, but beneath the anger was something else. He was supposed to be angry and yelling at her, but all he felt was pity for her.She could feel it also, she hated being treated like that- being vulnerable and pitied but that was the only thing she could hold on to now."Are you ready?" Ryan finally said, rolling up in front of the Wadsley house. The house loomed above, the lights flickered through the windows but not stopping the storm raging in Ava's brain.Her head was spinning, she let out in a soft tone "No." She shivered, her voice quivering. "But do I have a choice?”Ryan sighed and relaxed back into his seat. "You always have a choice in every decision,
There was heavy tension in the room, as Shawn's burning gaze was focused on Ava. His eyes sucked the air out of her lungs, and she stood stil with a wide eye, trembling in fear with her fist clenched on both sides."What the bloody hell are you doing here with Norman?" Shawn's tone sliced the air like a sharp blade.Ava flinched at his voice, and she stepped back, still trembling. "I—I can explain," she whispered.Shawn's face went cold. "You better have a good explanation for this."Ava's knees wobbled under her. She didn't know how much he heard or where to start her explanation from. "I didn't mean to do any of it, Shawn." she moved closer to him with tears in her eyes, hoping it would make him pity her. "I was used and manipulated by them. I swear– I would never betray you on purpose. Please believe me.”“Used and manipulated?" Shawn let out a bitter chuckle."That's your excuse?"Ava's heart crushed. He didn’t believe her. "I was scared! I was trapped and didn't know what to do.
Ava wiped her tears and shot a glare at samantha. “You knew about this too?”"Oh, come on, Ava," Samantha teased. "Don't be stupid now. We were business partners. I had no idea about your secret one night stand. I became partners with Norman after your father threatened to ruin my career, because he wanted to protect his beloved family reputation.”Ava went pale and her head spun. She thought samantha really cared about her when she advised her and helped her to get shawn back, but she had came to her with ulterior motives, and Norman was behind her all along. "You joined hands with Norman to hurt me. I've done nothing to deserve this from you, Sam.” She said with tears pouring down her eyes.Norman stepped closer, with a firm expression. “Don't play the victim here, Ava. You did everything you did for yourself. It was for your own selfish needs.”Ava wiped her tears and shot him a death glare "What are you saying?""Don't play dumb with us," Samantha cut in, "Yes, it was part of my
It was already dark when Ava stepped out of her car. The secluded building stood at the outskirts of the area and she had to walk there. Her grip tightened on the big bag she was holding as she got to the door. She took a deep breath and looked over her shoulder one more time before twisting the door handle. The creak of the open door pushed the bitter scent of scorched cement and motor oil back into her nostrils. Samatha leaned her shoulders against a pile of crates, crossed arms, pursed lips curled into a crazed smile as she saw her. Norman Darlington, however, was sitting in a comfortably broken-in leather armchair in the far corner, whiskey sloshing back and forth between his fingers. A whirlwind of excitement churned in his head as Ava walked toward him.She did not even bat an eyelid. She raised the bag she was holding and slammed it on the table in front of Norman. "There," she spat. "There's the money you both asked for. Now stop this madness before my dad's company goes ban
Henry Darlington was on his phone in his home office when he received a message from one of his clients, Edward Langstone. It was a voice message, and he wondered what was in it. He stopped what he was doing and played the message. There were murmurs of far-off voices, glass clinking, and soft music playing a party, then a familiar voice came in. "Richard Wadsley and Henry Darlington thought they were unstoppable and everyone else, or at least wished they were. They were just emotional fools. I sabotaged their business deal to ruin it in their faces, and they did not even know it was a sabotage. After all those years of friendship and partnership, it was so easy to break them apart. Without the support of each other, they are as good as weak, but my main target was Henry, I only wanted to remove Richard from the picture. “Wow, that's brilliant.” Another voice came in. “So how's the result going?” He chuckled. “Trust me, it's going great. Darlington Enterprises hanging by his fing
Ryan forced through the doors of Shawn's office without bothering to knock. His jaw was set in a line of urgency, his head a whirlwind of possibilities. The dim light inside the office cast shadows on Shawn's face, who sat behind his desk with his expression filled with controlled fury. The door slammed into the wall but shattered no portion of his stubborn fury. His fingers drummed slowly and deliberate over the fine polished wood. Ryan's pale blue eyes sparkled. "You said something about an emergency," he said, entering and closing the door. "What is it?” His voice was a little coarse and impatient Shawn exhaled, the weight of it coming down hard as it laid on his chest. He did not even look at Ryan, but instead allowed his eye to track the line of the desk in an attempt to put some sort of control on the anger in him. His tightened on the edge of the desk, and his knuckles whitened."Ava knows something.” Ryan's eyebrows sprang. "Knows something about what?"Shawn's head jerked
Ava shoved Shawn's brown front door wide open and took a deep breath, waiting there as the door creaked shut behind her. The day's activities hung heavy on her shoulders like a damp cape. And she couldn't wait to relax and have a good night's sleep. She walked in expecting to see Madam Tess all over the kitchen, but the house was quiet. It was at this time tonight that Madam Tess would be cleaning the kitchen and also preparing Shawn's study for his arrival from work. Her hand rested on the chill of the console table as she placed her handbag down. The reflex wasn't comforting. A cold, shivery scuttering feeling crawled down her spine as though someone was standing behind her, watching her.And she saw him.Shawn was at the bottom of the stairs, lit by the faint light of the hallway chandelier. One hand was in his sweatpants pocket, the other clumsily holding a tumbler of amber liquor. His eyes, which met hers, were dark and impenetrable.Ava's heart skipped a beat.She swallowed.