Emily lay in bed, her mind still reeling from the events of the previous night. She heard the apartment door receive a knock, and Jackson's footsteps as he went to answer it. She remembered how he hadn't even come to check on her after their argument, but had still come into the bedroom to lie down, his presence feeling like an intrusion. And now, this morning, he was up early, already stirring and making noise.Emily folded herself into a ball on the bed, holding her stomach as a wave of discomfort washed over her. She felt a sense of unease, her body and mind still reeling from the tension and anger of the previous night.Just as she was starting to drift off into a restless sleep, she heard Jackson call her name from the sitting room. "Emily! Emily, can you come here for a minute?"Emily's heart sank. What did he want now? She didn't answer, hoping he would go away, but the calling continued, his voice growing louder and more insistent. With a sigh, she slowly got out of bed, he
Emily's voice was steady and firm, her eyes blazing like fire. "If you want those papers signed, Jackson, you'll have to kill me first."Jackson's face darkened, and he took a step closer to her, his eyes flashing with anger. "So you're not going to sign the papers?" he growled, his voice menacing.Emily stood her ground, her chin held high. "No, I won't."Jackson's hand raised, ready to strike her again, but just as he was about to make contact, Amelia grabbed his wrist, holding it firm."Jackson, stop!" Amelia's voice was calm but authoritative. "This isn't the way to handle it."Jackson's eyes narrowed, and he tried to shake off Amelia's grip, but she held tight. Emily took advantage of the momentary distraction to step back, her eyes never leaving Jackson's face."You'll have to do better than that if you want to intimidate me, Jackson," she said, her voice cold and detached.The standoff was palpable, the tension in the room almost suffocating. Amelia's grip on Jackson's wrist w
Emily shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts and compose herself. She pointed a hand forward, her eyes locked on Luke's face. "Are you Luke Richardson?" she asked, her voice slightly shaky.Luke chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Were you expecting someone uglier?" he asked, his tone playful.Emily's lips parted, and she paused, her mind racing back to their previous encounter. "No way..." she said, her voice trailing off as she remembered the kiss. Her face flushed bright red as she looked away, trying to hide her embarrassment."We've met before," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.Luke's expression changed, his face scrunched up in thought. "Ohhh, yes! You're the drunk girl!" he exclaimed, his voice full of realization.Emily's face burned even brighter, and she looked away, her eyes fixed on the floor. She couldn't believe she had made such a fool of herself in front of the man she was about to do business with.Luke's laughter filled the room, and he pat
After finishing their meal, during which Luke had enthusiastically persuaded Emily to try Grandma's special delicacies, they stepped outside into the crisp evening air. Luke turned to Emily with a warm smile and said, "I can't wait for our future working together, Emily. It's going to be a wild ride!"Emily smiled back, her eyes sparkling with agreement. "Likewise, Luke. I'm really looking forward to it."As Luke began to walk away, Emily stood there, watching him leave. But he suddenly stopped and turned back to her, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Hey, aren't you coming?"Emily hesitated, her hand instinctively reaching for her phone. "Oh, I'll just order an Uber..."Luke waved his hand dismissively. "Why bother? I'll take you home. It's on my way."Emily protested, "Oh, no, Luke, you shouldn't worry about it..."But Luke insisted, his voice firm but gentle. "I insist, Emily. It's the least I can do after forcing you to try Grandma's cooking!" He chuckled, his eyes twinkling wit
Luke and Emily rushed to the hospital, their hearts racing with urgency. As they burst into her father's room, Emily's eyes scanned the space, her gaze locking onto the doctor's somber face."What happened? Where's my father?" she demanded, her voice trembling.The doctor's expression was grave. "Emily, please calm down. I'm so sorry, but when we arrived, it was too late. I couldn't help him."Emily's eyes widened in horror. "What do you mean? What happened to him?"The doctor's voice was gentle. "It appears he was poisoned, Emily. And...he left a letter beside his bed. It's possible he took his own life."Emily's face contorted in disbelief. "No, that's not possible! I know my father well enough. He would never do that!"Luke's hand on her shoulder offered a comforting presence, but Emily's gaze remained fixed on the doctor, her mind reeling with questions and doubts.Emily's tears flowed uncontrollably, her legs buckling beneath her. Luke swiftly caught her in his arms, holding her
Emily's voice trembled with anger as she asked, "Why have you called this meeting?"A middle-aged man stood up, his expression smug. "We've called this meeting to discuss the new ownership of Image Corp Enterprise. We can't allow a woman to continue serving as head of this company."He glanced around the room, and the other stakeholders nodded in approval. "If your father were still alive, he would agree with this decision too."Emily's face flushed with rage. "You have no right to talk about my father! None of you even showed any concern when he passed away. Instead, you're here plotting to take away the company he built!"The room erupted into murmurs, with stakeholders whispering to each other. Jackson, who had been playing with a dice cube, dropped it on the table, his eyes flashing with unease. "Let's not listen to her sad story," he said, his voice firm. "All in favor of me becoming the new CEO and owner of Image Corp Enterprise, raise your hands!"Every hand in the room went up
Emily sat in the ward, her eyes fixed on the ceiling as she waited for her therapist to call her in. She was lost in thought, reminiscing about the day she first met Jackson. It was at a superstore, and she had been shopping for groceries. As she was about to pay, an announcement came over the loudspeaker, declaring that no one could leave the store due to the crowds outside.As she searched her bag for her purse, she realized it was missing. The people in line behind her grew impatient, and the receptionist asked if she had enough money to pay. Just as she was about to respond, a deep, masculine voice spoke up beside her. "Take her bills from my card."Emily turned to see a handsome man standing beside her, his chiseled features and piercing eyes making her heart skip a beat. He was wearing a hoodie, but she recognized him - Jackson, the famous millionaire and her long-time crush. She had seen him at concerts she had attended, and his presence had always left her starstruck.The man
Emily swiftly picked up her bags, preparing to rush to the hospital where Amelia was. The therapist called out, "Emily, remember to take care of yourself at all times. Don't let anyone else's needs overshadow your own well-being." Emily nodded hastily, already focused on the urgent situation ahead.At the hospital, Emily rushed to Amelia's ward, her heart racing with anxiety. Jackson confronted her, his face twisted in anger. "If Amelia dies, the blood will be on your head!" he screamed.Emily stood firm, her voice steady. "Just get over it, Jackson. Take my blood and let me get out of here."Jackson's expression turned to disgust, and he snapped at the doctor, "Act fast!"The doctor quickly prepared the equipment and began piercing Emily's skin, drawing out her blood. Emily winced in discomfort, feeling a sense of resentment towards Jackson and Amelia for putting her through this ordeal.As they sat in the hospital room, waiting for Amelia to awaken, Emily turned to Jackson with a de
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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