“Ohh, please, Mrs. Timberlake, don’t talk like that. Mrs. Roslyn here is just joking. Her son is going to apologize to yours, please don’t be angry.” Mrs white rushed to hold Amelia in the hand but her hands were sent flying in the air.Amelia was even more angrier than she was. It was like the reminder of John not being Jackson’s pained her even more. But, was it true? “Until it’s done, then we would continue with this conversation.” Amelia said and stormed out of the room, her son alongside her. At the Same time, in a distance.Luke emerged from a business meeting, his suit immaculate, his expression focused. He entered his office, Stanley by his side, and they continued discussing business strategies. As they approached Luke's desk, he asked, "Stanley, have you been helping Ava lately?"Stanley's expression turned neutral. "Apart from her plan to replace the CCTV camera at the Timberlakes' house, she's left me in the dark about her other plans, sir."Luke's face clouded with a cu
Ava and Amelia accompanied John to the school clinic, concern etched on Amelia’s face. As the nurse tended to John's wound, Amelia's emotions boiled over. "I'm so pissed, Ava! I can't contain the tears," she whispered, pretending to cry.Ava played along, offering comforting words. "Calm down, Amelia. Thank God John is okay. It could have been worse."Amelia's anger and indignation poured out. "How can they treat my kid like that? I'll make sure the school knows about all this. They must pay for the damages they’ve caused to my son. I'm withdrawing John from this school. I won't let them bully him again!"The nurse, oblivious to the acting, continued treating John's wound, while Ava and Amelia maintained their charade, their eyes locked in a knowing glance. Amelia was determined to protect John and bring the truth to light, no matter the cost. But, Ava on the other hand careless.Ava sat cross-legged, her expression calm, while Amelia paced around the room, her emotions in turmoil. "I
In Mrs. White's office, Mia remained seated, her son beside her, looking uncomfortable. Mrs. White, her hands clasped together, begged, "Please, Mrs. Roslyn, you have to tell your son to apologize to Amelia and her son. You're well aware that Amelia is our largest benefactor, funding our school generously. Without her support, we'd lose teachers, even students... our school would suffer greatly."“Like I care…” Mia scoffed, her expression unyielding. "My son won't apologize. What kind of school are you running here, anyway? I expect better from you, Mrs. White. You're supposed to be a role model, teaching our children values like integrity and fairness. Instead, you're catering to Amelia's whims, allowing her to bully and manipulate others."Mrs. White's face flushed, her eyes pleading. "Mia, please, be reasonable. Amelia is a powerful woman... we can't afford to lose her support."Mia's response was icy. "I'd rather see the school close down than have my son apologize for something
Ava and Amelia drove into the parking lot of the penthouse and immediately the car came to a halt, Amelia was seen rushing the door to an open and walking swiftly, her face stained with red blood. Ava and John came out afterward. She walked hand in hand with John until they got inside and took a lift with Amelia who remained silent and her face furious. As the lift to their floor opened, Amelia rushed out and headed for the apartment door. Putting in the passcode, she pulled the door open and stormed inside the apartment. Ava and John tailed her from behind. As she saw Jackson seated in the lightened sitting room, she rushed to him, with a crying face. “Oh, Jackson see what they did to me.” Ava and John appeared behind her, watching the scene unfold before them. “What happened? Who did this to you?” Jackson asked hugging Amelia who was fuming like a child. “Ava.” He looked at her and she just greeted him with a nod. “Evening, Jackson. It was an accident made by Mrs
The Timberlakes mansion loomed imposingly, its exterior a testament to wealth and security. CCTV cameras hung like sentinels, their lenses watching and waiting. Men with guns patrolled the grounds, their dogs straining at the leash, eager to pounce. The atmosphere was tense, foreboding.A faint cry echoed from within the mansion's walls, a sound that sent a shiver down the spine. It was a plea, a desperate cry for help.In the basement, a sinister scene unfolded. William, Ava's former assistant, lay battered and broken. His face was unrecognizable, his body beaten beyond recovery. The men surrounding him, their faces twisted in cruelty, raised their fists again and again, each blow landing with a sickening thud.Just as all hope seemed lost, an frail old woman who looked to be in her late fifties emerged from the shadows. Her eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity as she raised her hands, and the men froze, their fists halted mid-air. The dogs, sensing their masters' unease, wh
Ava lounged in the sitting room of her penthouse, surrounded by opulence and grandeur. The morning sunlight streaming through the windows highlighted her poised figure, her raven hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of night. Luke had left for the office, leaving her alone in the vast space.She reached for her phone and dialed Stanley's number, her eyes fixed on the city skyline outside. When he answered, she spoke with precision, her voice commanding. "Stanley, I need you to schedule a meeting with my partners and a press conference."Stanley's tone was cautious. "A press conference, ma'am? May I ask why?"Ava's smile was a masterclass in politics. "I'm announcing my participation in the upcoming congressional race. I aim to compete with Jackson, and I need the public on my side."Stanley's pause was palpable. "Is that wise, ma'am? I mean, competing with Jackson directly... it's like fighting a dog head-on."Ava's laughter was low and husky. "Do you have a better plan, Sta
Just as the confrontation between Ava and Jackson was escalating, Stanley appeared at Ava's side, his eyes fixed on Jackson with a warning gaze. "Ava, we need to leave," he whispered urgently. "Now."Ava's eyes never left Jackson's face, her expression unyielding. "What is it, Stanley?" she asked, her voice low and even.Stanley's voice was barely audible. "Officer Thompson is waiting for us. We have a meeting."Ava's gaze flickered, her eyes narrowing. "Now?" she repeated, her tone laced with annoyance.Stanley's nod was curt. "Yes, now. We can't keep him waiting."Ava's eyes flashed back to Jackson, her expression daring him to make another move. "This isn't over, Jackson," she hissed, before turning to follow Stanley.As they walked away, Jackson's eyes burned with anger, his mind racing with questions. What was Ava hiding? And why was she to meet with Officer Thompson? The same officer handling Emily’s case. The answers, for now, remained elusive.Inside a room,Officer Thompson,
Amelia hastily arrived at Ava's apartment, her mind racing with determination. She approached the door, took a deep breath, and knocked softly. The door opened a crack, revealing a maid's timid face. "Can I help you, ma'am?" the maid asked, her eyes darting nervously. "Hello, I'm Amelia, a friend of Ava's. I need to speak with her urgently," Amelia replied, trying to sound calm. The maid's expression turned apologetic. "I'm so sorry, ma'am, but Miss Ava is not here. She's at the office, working on her campaign." “Ahhh…”Amelia's eyes narrowed, her mind racing. "Do you know when she'll be back?" “Hmmm…” The maid hesitated, glancing around nervously. "I'm not sure, ma'am. She's been working long hours lately...but I can try calling the office to see if she's available to meet with you." Amelia's smile was tight. "No, that's okay. I'll try reaching her at the office myself. Thank you for your help." As the maid nodded and closed the door, Amelia's eyes lingered on the apartme
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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