“I’m pregnant!” It hits her.
Why now? Emily Greenfield sat on the luxurious bed of the presidential suite, a grin on her face as she gazed at the letter in her hand. It was a pregnancy test result, and the news was life-changing. But before she could process the information, the door to the suite burst open, and her husband Jackson rushed inside. Startled, she quickly hid the letter behind her back. "Jackson, what are you doing here? You’re home early." she asked, trying to act casual. But she knew that her heart was racing and her face was flushed. “I have a great new!” She exclaimed but his face remained serious. Before she could tell him the great news, he cut her off. “Amelia is sick again and she needs your blood, now!.” His voice sounded hoarse, “You have to follow me quickly, there’s no time left.” Emily's heart sank as Jackson spoke. She had been so excited to share her news, but it seemed that there were more pressing matters at hand. Amelia, Jackson's best friend, had been sick for a long time, and it was taking a toll on the whole family. Emily understood that her husband was concerned, but she couldn't help feeling disappointed. She wanted to share her joy, but it seemed like it would have to wait. Reluctantly, she followed Jackson out of the room as he pulled her by the arm. The letter still clutched in her other hand. Inside ward 466, Amelia was happily chatting with the doctor at her bedside but when the door to the room opened, she acted like she was shivering to death. Jackson pushed Emily forward into the room. "Take her blood now!" Jackson barked at the nurse, his voice tinged with panic. Emily flinched at his tone, but she knew that Amelia's condition was dire. The doctor nodded and got to work, expertly prepping Emily's arm for the blood draw. Amelia lay on the bed, her face pale and drawn. "I'm sorry," she whispered to Emily, her voice weak and oblivious. "I didn't mean for this to happen, I’m always sick and cause you trouble, I hope you don’t hate me." But it was too late to apologize. The damage had already been done. Jackson and Emily's marriage was contractual and had started out strong, but over time, it had become clear that Jackson's first priority was always Amelia. He spent hours at her bedside, taking care of her needs, while Emily felt increasingly left out and neglected. She had given up everything for him - her family, her career, even her health - and it still wasn't enough. As she sat there, watching the nurse take her blood, she couldn't help but feel like a stranger in her marriage. Was this really happening? Emily sat alone in the waiting room of the hospital, staring blankly at the wall. She could hear the beeping of the machines and the hushed voices of the hospital staff, but it all seemed distant and surreal. Then, she heard the sound of wheels on the linoleum floor, and she looked up to see Amelia approaching her, pushed in a wheelchair by a nurse. When she got closer, Amelia's voice was soft but firm as she spoke. “How are you feeling, Emily?” Amelia asked with a smile on her lips, however Emily refused to respond. "You know that as long as you're married to Jackson, you'll always be my blood bank..." The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. “You’re a fool to remain in this marriage and to think he still doesn’t love me, how I pity you.” Emily's face trailed Amelia's voice. Slowly she stood to her feet and staggered closer to Amelia then leaned in. “If you know what’s better for you, I’ll stop this pretentious act of yours.” She whispered slowly. “Stay away from my husband while I’m being nice.” As the words left Emily's mouth, she realized that she had never sounded so fierce in her life. The last few years had turned her into someone she barely recognized, but she didn't care. All that mattered was protecting her marriage, and she would do whatever it took. Amelia was the problem and she needed her gone. Amelia sat there in stunned silence, the color draining from her face. "What...what do you mean?" she stammered. Emily fixed her with a steely gaze. "Stay away from my husband, or you'll regret it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you." she hissed and turned to leave. But then, Emily heard Amelia begin to laugh. It was a harsh, grating sound that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She turned around to see Amelia standing firm on the floor, looking more lucid than she had in months. The nurse had already left the room. Amelia rushed at her and grabbed hold of her hand. “You think you can just walk away from me?" she sneered. "I'll be your husband's wife, whether you like it or not." Emily struggled to free herself from Amelia's grasp, but it was no use. She was trapped, and she knew that things were about to get much worse. [AUTHOR- Dear readers, please don’t forget to drop all votes for me! Happy reading!]"Are you crazy?" Emily said, her voice shaking. "I don't want to fight, so don’t push me." Amelia's expression turned scornful. "You think you can just walk away from this?" she demanded. "We're not done here." Emily felt dizzy from the loss of blood, and her head was spinning. She had given Amelia a huge number of her blood. Before she could say anything else, Amelia pushed her to the ground, and she fell hard, the breath knocked out of her. Her back slammed hard against a wall. She tried to get up, but Amelia was on top of her, her eyes blazing with anger. "You're not going anywhere," she said, her voice low and menacing. “I’m going to deal with you here and now!!”But after slapping Emily in the stomach for a number of while, she stood to her feet and stretched her hand to assist Emily to her feet. Emily grabbed hold of her hand to rise to her feet but when she was about to stand fully, Amelia held her hands tight and pushed herself to the ground. Whimpering at impact. Emily d
Emily was pulled into the room by a nurse, her feet barely touching the ground as she was dragged along. She was so pale that her skin seemed almost translucent, and there was a dark stain on her skirt that made Jackson's heart stop. However he pushed the care on his face away. The nurse sat her down in a chair, and Jackson turned to the doctor, his voice firm. "Do it," he said. "Start the transfusion." The doctor nodded, and turned to prepare the equipment. Emily's eyes were wide with fear, and Jackson felt a wave of guilt wash over him. But he knew there was no other choice this was the best way. "Jackson," Emily whispered, reaching out a trembling hand to him. But before she could say anything else, Jackson exploded. "What?!" he shouted, his eyes blazing with anger. "You have to understand, I don't have time for this! I need to focus on Amelia!" Emily flinched at his words, and her hand dropped back to her side. "I just need a moment to collect myself," she said, her voice
FLASH BACKIn the city of Redwood, winter had been long in coming, but when it finally arrived, it was not a gentle frosty season but rather a fierce and blustery affair. Hail-like snowflakes pelted the streets, piling up in icy drifts that were as beautiful as they were dangerous. Inside the Ashland Hospital, a young woman lay pale and frail in a ward bed, her breathing labored and her pulse weak. Amelia Clifford was the daughter of a powerful and wealthy family, but even their money and influence could not save her from the grip of death. "Mrs. Clifford," the doctor said, his voice breaking as he turned to face the grieving mother. "She's not going to make it. Without a blood transfusion, she'll be gone in a matter of hours." The doctor's words were like a knife to the heart, and Mrs. Clifford could only look on in shock. Her daughter, Amelia, was lying so still and pale on the bed, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Mrs. Clifford's hands trembled as she reached
Emily opened her eyes slowly, the world around her still blurry and unfocused. All her blood had been drained out of her. As her vision cleared, she saw a familiar face sitting next to her. It was Amelia, with a relieved smile on her face. "Thank goodness you're alive," she said, reaching out to take Emily's hand. Emily could smell malice that she tried to pull her hand away, but Amelia's grip was strong. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you," Amelia said, her smile fading. "I just want to talk." Emily wasn't sure if she could trust her, but she knew she didn't have a choice. Emily eyes looked around in panic. Where was Jackson and why was she left alone with Amelia?Emily's heart was racing, and her mind was spinning. "Where's Jackson?" she asked, her voice trembling. Amelia's smile was gone, replaced by a look of cold determination. "He went out to get something," she said. "He'll be back soon." Emily tried to pull her hand away again, but Amelia held on even tighter. "Pleas
“Now that you’re okay, I’ll opt for your discharge,” Jackson suggested, adjusting his suit. There was a smile on Amelia's lips.“I can’t afford to waste more of my money on you.”Jackson started heading for the door. Emily on the other hand had no say. Amelia winched her fingers at Emily. “I’ll see you soon, Emily, stay strong.”They both exited after. Emily's eyes were so hung in the air that she forgot to breathe. For the past few minutes, she released her breath. At Jackson Apartment. Emily was lying on the full-sized bed. She had just taken her shower. She had planned to drown herself but thinking about it, there was no way she was going to benefit from killing herself. After drying up her wet body and hair, she received a call. She rushed to her phone and a smile came to her face. Maybe it was Jackson. He hadn’t gotten back home yet, maybe he had something to say to her, apologize…When she looked at the screen of her cellphone, she felt disappointed. Lisa. “Hey, Emily.” Lis
*TRIGGERED WARNING*(You can choose to skip this chapter as it contains hate and violence, which might somewhat offend viewers.)Jackson sat on the Luxurious bed, his fingers hovering over the phone as he debated whether to make the call to Amelia or not. But before he could dial, his attention was diverted by a putrid smell that seemed to seep into his nostrils. His face frowned in distaste as he sniffed the air, trying to locate the source of the odor.His nose twitched, guiding him to the motionless form beside him. Emily, his wife, lay still, her body emitting the foul smell that had caught his attention. Jackson's eyes widened in alarm as he quickly tapped her shoulder, his touch urgent and insistent."Emily, Emily, wake up!" he called out, his voice laced with no concern, as he shook her aggressively, hoping she would respond.Emily's eyes went open and she turned around to look at her husband who was doting his eyes at her like some wild animal. “What’s it?” she asked, “What h
Emily collapsed onto the cold, dark floor of the closet, her body shaking with sobs. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the bitter taste of regret and betrayal. She felt like she'd made a monumental mistake, marrying Jackson Timberlake. The contract, once a symbol of security and love, now seemed like a prison sentence."Why did I sign it?" she whispered, her voice cracking with anguish. "Why did I think he loved me?"The memories of their whirlwind romance and lavish wedding now seemed like a cruel illusion. Jackson's charm and charisma had blinded her to his true intentions. He didn't care about her; he only needed her blood to sustain his precious Amelia.Emily's thoughts swirled with feelings of worthlessness and foolishness. She'd sacrificed her freedom and dignity for a lie. The closet, once a temporary refuge, now felt like a suffocating trap, mirroring the confinement she felt in her own life.As she wept, Emily realized she had to escape, not just the closet, but th
Emily's voice was barely above a whisper, her words laced with desperation. "Please, Lisa, take me to the hospital."Without hesitation, Lisa swept Emily into her arms, and in what felt like an instant, they were standing in the emergency room. The doctor's face came into focus, his expression stern and concerned."What happened?" he asked, his eyes scanning Emily's frail form.But before Lisa could even begin to explain, the doctor's gaze locked onto Emily's condition, and his expression turned grim. He nodded curtly, his eyes widening in alarm.The pungent aroma of infection and decay wafted from Emily's body, a stark testament to the severity of her situation. The doctor's face paled, and he quickly ushered them into a treatment room, his team springing into action with a sense of urgency."We need to act fast," he muttered, his voice firm and commanding. "We'll get you taken care of, Emily. You're safe now."In what felt like a blur, Emily was wheeled out of the emergency room and
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Many years later, on a sun-kissed summer day, Ava's daughter Eloise stood radiant in her wedding gown, a vision of loveliness. Her tall, statuesque frame glided effortlessly beside her father Luke, down the lush green aisle, the soft grass beneath their feet.The sound of soft music playing in the background and everyone present, rising to their feet to appreciate her appearance and watch her elegant strode to the alter.Eloise's white wedding gown, a masterpiece of ivory silk, hugged her curves, showcasing her toned physique. Delicate lace adorned the bodice, framing her heart-shaped face and highlighting her bright, porcelain skin. Her raven hair cascaded down her back, soft waves framing her features.Her eyes, a bright, sparkling blue, shone like sapphires, reflecting her joy. John on the other hand, who stood his hands across each other right in front of him, gazed at Eloise as she approached with her father, slowly.Luke’s gray-haired but still dashing, beamed with pride, his
Ava and Amelia chatted and laughed, enjoying each other's company, as they stood on the balcony of the penthouse, far above the glittering city lights. The cool evening breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers from the gardens below.Their conversation flowed effortlessly, sharing stories and memories, until Amelia's smile suddenly faded. Ava noticed the change and turned to her, concerned."What's wrong?" Ava asked, but before Amelia could respond, Ava's gaze shifted to see Gloria Timberlake standing behind her, holding a gun in her hand.“Surprise!” Gloria's eyes glittered, as Ava startled back with Amelia catching her. “Ohh, easy, so you don’t fall.” “How did you get in here? Who let you in and how are you not in prison?” Ava asked quickly but Gloria's eyes blazed with a mix of anger and desperation. "You know, Ava, you should have invited me to this little party."Ava's heart skipped a beat as she took a step back, her eyes fixed on the gun. "Gloria, I ask again, what a
As Ava and Luke mingled with their guests, they were stopped by Mrs. Muse, a prominent socialite, who gazed at them with admiration. "Ava, Luke, congratulations on your remarkable success! You two are the talk of the town, and your love story is truly inspiring."Ava smiled graciously, her eyes sparkling. "Thank you, Mrs. Muse. We're humbled by the support and kindness we've received."Mrs. Muse's eyes sparkled. "Your journey, from overcoming adversity to achieving greatness, is a testament to your strength and resilience. What's your secret to success?"Luke wrapped his arm around Ava, pulling her close. "Being together has been our strength. We've faced challenges, but our love has kept us grounded and focused on our goals."Ava nodded in agreement, her voice filled with emotion. "We've learned to appreciate each other, prioritize our relationship, and support each other's passions. It's not always easy, but it's worth it."Mr. Johnson, a business associate, chimed in, "Your partner
Three years had passed since Ava's ordeal, and she had never been happier. She and Luke were hosting an evening gala at their luxurious penthouse, and the excitement was obvious. The penthouse's interior was a masterpiece of design, with lavish chandeliers, marble floors, and floor-to-ceiling windows offering breathtaking views of the city skyline.The gala's theme was "A Night Under the Stars," and every detail was meticulously planned to create an enchanting atmosphere. The walls were adorned with intricate silver and gold patterns, shimmering like stardust. Crystal glasses and delicate china sparkled on the tables, while the soft glow of candles and string lights created a warm ambiance.The maids were speedily getting the whole tables set. Inside the penthouse, in an apartment Ava stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her stunning gown. The dress was a custom-made, strapless designer masterpiece, hugging her curves in all the right places. The silk fabric shimmered in the lig
Gloria paced back and forth in her prison cell, her eyes blazing with anger. Her lawyer, Mr. Jenkins, sat calmly, his expression stern. "Get me out of here," Gloria demanded, her voice low and menacing. "I don't belong here. This is all Amelia Clifford’s fault. I didn’t see this coming."Mr. Jenkins shook his head. "Gloria, there's no way. You've been convicted of multiple crimes, including abduction and assault. The evidence against you is overwhelming. You just have to stay put and serve your sentence."“Fuck it!”Gloria's face twisted in rage. "That Ava Richardson thinks she's so perfect, doesn't she? She's the reason I'm here. She's always been the reason for my misery." Gloria's curses filled the air, her venom directed at Ava.Mr. Jenkins sighed. "Gloria, Ava Richardson is the victim here. You abducted her and her children and nearly killed her. You need to accept responsibility for your actions."Gloria's eyes flashed. "I'll never accept this. Ava Richardson will pay for this. S
Ava's eyes fluttered open, and she was met with Luke's concerned gaze. He sat beside her, his face etched with worry, his eyes red-rimmed from lack of sleep."What... what happened?" Ava asked, her voice groggy and barely above a whisper.Luke's expression softened, and he took her hand in his. "You fainted, Ava. You've been out for a few hours. I was so scared when I saw you on the floor."Ava's mind fogged, memories slowly returning. She remembered being with Amelia and then to Luke, talking to him about to leave, and then... nothing."The twins... where are they?" Ava asked, her voice laced with panic.Luke's hand enveloped hers, his touch warm and reassuring. "They're alright, Ava. They're safe and sound, sleeping in a room. Stanley is watching over them."Ava's eyes welled up with tears as Luke pulled her into a tight hug."Rest, Ava. Don't worry about anything. You're safe now," Luke whispered into her ear. “After you’re strong enough, we would go see the kids.”But Ava's worrie
Amelia sat beside John on the plush couch in her lavish bedroom, her eyes drinking in every detail of her son's face. She had missed so much, and she was determined to catch up. The warm sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the contours of John's features, and Amelia's heart swelled with love. "John, sweetie, tell me everything about yourself," Amelia said, her voice filled with excitement. "What do you like to do? What's your favorite subject in school? Do you have any new friends?" John's eyes sparkled as he launched into an enthusiastic account of his love for soccer, his favorite teacher, Mrs. Gabe, and his passion for reading. Amelia listened, captivated by her son's animated expressions. "And how's your father treating you?" Amelia asked, her voice laced with concern.”Has he been nice to you? John's face lit up with a warm smile. "Daddy's nice, Mommy. He's always busy, but he makes sure I'm taken care of. He takes me to the park and plays soccer with me whe
As the plane touched down at Rome's Leonardo da Vinci–Fiumicino Airport, Italy, Amelia felt a mix of emotions swirling inside her. Excitement at the prospect of reuniting with her son, John, wrestled with nervousness about facing Jackson again. The warm Italian sunlight streaming through the windows seemed to amplify her anxiety.Ethan, the charming stranger she had met on the plane, smiled warmly as they gathered their belongings. His piercing blue eyes crinkled at the corners, and his dark hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck."It was great talking to you, Amelia," Ethan said, his deep voice filled with sincerity. "I'll call you soon, okay?"“Yeah…sure,” Amelia smiled, feeling a spark of connection. "I'd like that."They exchanged numbers, and Ethan leaned in to kiss her cheek. His warm breath sent shivers down her spine. "Arrivederci, Amelia. Buona fortuna."Amelia’s heart skipped a beat. She had not been expecting the kiss. Was this a sign to go out with him? No, she stil