Ava walked towards the East Beach Cafe, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the salty air filling her lungs. The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the bustling cafe. She navigated through the crowd, her eyes scanning the patio area for a familiar face. That's when she saw her - Mia Santiago, Luke's ex, waving her hands cheerfully in the air, catching Ava's attention.As Ava approached, Mia's smile stretched wide, and she extended her hand for a handshake."Hey, Ava! Thanks for meeting me," Mia said, her voice bubbly.Ava shook her hand, her curiosity piqued. "Mia, why did you want to meet up?" she asked directly, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Did Luke know of this?” Mia's expression faltered for a moment, a hint of dissatisfaction crossing her face. "Can we grab a cup of tea and talk? Please?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of desperation.Ava nodded, and they walked towards the cafe, the tension between them palpable. What did Mia want
The atmosphere in the room became heavy with tension. Mia could sense Ava's struggle, but she couldn't ignore the hurt that Ava could bring to Luke. She wanted to help Ava find a solution, but she also wanted to protect Luke from further pain.Ava could tell that Mia was frustrated with her, and she felt ashamed for causing anyone such distress. She knew that her actions were wrong, but she was caught in a web of her own making and didn't know how to get out.Ava took a deep breath and said, "If I were to divorce Luke, it would hurt him even more, Mia. I'm trying to avoid that."Mia's expression turned resolute. "So…you’d continue staying married to him, then. For his sake."Ava nodded, her eyes locked onto Mia's. "I understand. And don't worry, Mia. I have everything under control."Mia's gaze lingered, searching for any sign of deception. Then, she sighed defeated, her shoulders slumping. "If you hurt him, Ava... don't blame me for what I'll do to you."The threat hung in the air,
At the Timberlakes' mansion, Amelia and Jackson arrived for an evening meal, a rare occurrence for Jackson, who had never ventured here during his marriage to Emily. However, with Amelia by his side, he made occasional appearances. As they entered the opulent sitting room, they found Mr. Timberlake seated in his favorite armchair, a cold grin spreading across his face.Before them, a man groveled on the floor, his hands clasped together in a desperate plea. "Please, Mr. Timberlake, forgive me! I don't have the money yet to pay back what I owe!"Mr. Timberlake's gaze remained fixed on the man, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "You should have thought of that before you borrowed from me, Marcus. Now, you'll have to face the consequences."Amelia's eyes widened in discomfort, while Jackson's expression turned grim. He had witnessed Mr. Timberlake's ruthless dealings before, but it never got easier to watch.As they stood there, the atmosphere thickened, heavy with tension and th
“Jackson…”Mr. Timberlake's voice rose, his face reddening. "What is the meaning of this? Who is Emily Greenfield?" Jackson's expression turned calm, his voice reassuring. "Don't worry, Father. I can handle this. Officer Thompson here is just trying to play a prank on me." But Officer Thompson's expression remained serious, his hand dropping a warrant order on the table. Jackson picked it up immediately, scanning the document with a furrowed brow. Mr. Timberlake's frustration boiled over. "What is it, Jackson? What does it say?" Amelia's hand reached out, gently taking the warrant from Jackson's hand. Her eyes scanned the document, her voice trembling as she read aloud: " WARRANT FOR THE ARREST OF JACKSON TIMBERLAKE, SUSPECTED OF INVOLVEMENT IN THE DEATH OF HENRY GREENFIELD... " The room fell silent, the weight of the words hanging heavy in the air. Mr. Timberlake's face turned ashen, his eyes fixed on Jackson with a mixture of shock and disbelief. Officer Thompson's voice
Amelia sat in the deputy officer's room, her finger bitten raw in panic. She had been waiting for what felt like an eternity for news about Jackson. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Jackson walked in, flanked by the deputy officer. Amelia rushed to her feet, embracing Jackson tightly. "Are you okay? What happened? How did it go?" “Smooth thanks to your father.” Jackson nodded at the deputy officer, a smile on his face. “It’s okay, Amelia I got everything under control.” The deputy officer smiled, his eyes warm. "You don't have to thank me. Anything for my baby girl."Amelia's eyes widened in surprise, realizing the deputy officer as her father had helped her this time. She knew he held much power in the authority line, but didn’t know he could be quick to take his actions into effect.As they sat down, the deputy officer asked, "Can I get anything for you both? Water, perhaps?"Jackson shook his head. "No need, thank you, sir. We're just glad this ordeal is over."The deputy offi
Ava stood inside a penthouse, it was a twenty five story building from ground level and Ava was at the first floor, gazing at her reflection in the mirror, a glass of wine held delicately in her hand. The door opened, and Stanley entered, his head bowed. "All plans are set, Ma’am," he said, his voice low. "Partners?" she asked, her eyes narrowing. "All done," Stanley replied, his eyes cast downward. Ava's gaze intensified. "Proceed." Stanley nodded and exited the room, leaving Ava to her thoughts. The next morning, Amelia sat in front of the TV, her eyes fixed on the news casters. Her maids were carefully painting her nails when a breaking news changed the channel. "Breaking news: the Mr. Greenfield case has been reopened," the anchor announced. "New evidence suggests the Timberlakes had a hand in Mr. Greenfield's death, as well as his daughter Emily Greenfield, who died in a fire outbreak years ago. Sources close to the investigation reveal the Timberlakes sought to acq
Jackson was hastily ushered into a private room by his bodyguards, his mind reeling from the sudden turn of events. As he entered, his father was already there, his face red with anger. Before Jackson could even process what was happening, his father grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall, lifting him off his feet."What is the meaning of all this, Jackson?" his father growled, his eyes blazing with fury. "Why are you trying to tarnish my image?"Jackson struggled to free himself, but his father's grip was too strong. He was forced to his knees, his lip bleeding from the force of the throw. As he wiped away the blood, he stammered, "There's been a mistake, Father. They don't know what they're talking about."His father's expression turned incredulous. "A mistake? You call this a mistake?" He shook Jackson hard, his voice rising. "You're going to ruin everything we've built, everything I've worked for!"Jackson's eyes widened in fear as his father's anger reached a
In the morning, Luke sat in the sitting room, sipping a cup of tea, his eyes fixed on the stairs as Ava descended, her hair messy and her eyes still heavy with sleep. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming back soon?" Ava asked, her voice still husky from sleep. Luke shrugged his shoulders. "I wanted to surprise you. But instead, you surprised me." Ava opened her mouth to say something, but paused, her voice catching on a single word: "You..." Luke noticed her hesitation and asked, "How are you, Ava? Last night you were a disaster. Still having sleeping troubles?” She didn’t respond, instead she asked him a question. “how's my mother? How did the surgery go?" Luke’s expression turned concerned. "It went fine, she's still in recovery. But you should have stayed with her, not come back here to fight for nothing." “Like you said, she’s fine! Why are you making it an issue?” Luke's sighs, his eyes filled with understanding. "It's better if you stay with her, Ava. I can
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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