Lisa's eyes locked onto Ava's, her voice firm. "Were you friends with Emily Greenfield?"Ava's smile was effortless, her response swift. "Yes, we were friends."But Lisa's instincts screamed that Ava was lying. And then, it clicked - the truth hit her like a ton of bricks. Ava wasn't just friends with Emily; she was Emily. The plastic surgery had altered her features so drastically that it was impossible to recognize her.But Ava refused to reveal the truth, her eyes glinting with a secret she was determined to keep. "Let's just say, Lisa, that I'm friends with Emily. Very close friends."Lisa's mind raced, her thoughts whirling with questions. What was Ava hiding? What was she afraid of? And what did it have to do with her sudden closeness with Amelia?But Ava's expression remained guarded, her secrets locked tightly behind a mask of deception. And Lisa knew she would have to dig deeper if she wanted to uncover the truth.Lisa's eyes narrowed, her voice firm. "What's your motive, Ava
Ava's body began to shake, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and memories that started to resurface. She tried to compose herself, but her voice trembled as she spoke."Lisa, it's time you left."Lisa's eyes narrowed, her voice filled with concern. "What's going on, Ava? Why are you shaking?"Ava's response was barely audible, her eyes darting around the room. "Nothing. It's just... late. Yes, that's it. Late."Lisa's gaze lingered on Ava's face, searching for answers. But Ava's expression was closed off, her secrets locked tightly behind a mask of fear."Okay, Ava," Lisa said softly, her eyes never leaving Ava's face. "I'll go. But promise me you'll be okay."Ava's nod was barely perceptible, her eyes still wide with fear. Lisa hesitated for a moment, then turned and exited the door, leaving Ava alone with her secrets and her pain. As the door closed behind Lisa, Ava's shaking intensified, her body wracked with sobs she couldn't quite release. The memories she had kept hidden for so l
Ava sat nervously in the therapist's office, fidgeting with her hands as she tried to gather the courage to share her secrets. Doctor Veronica, a kind-faced woman with a warm smile, leaned forward, her eyes encouraging."Tell me, Ava, what brings you here today?"Ava took a deep breath, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I've been having these dreams, Doctor Veronica. Terrible dreams. People from my past, people who hurt me... they're all there, laughing and taunting me."Doctor Veronica's expression turned sympathetic. "Who are these people, Ava? Can you tell me more about them? The ones in your dream I mean."Ava's voice dropped to a whisper. "Uncle Smith, Jackson, Amelia... they're all there, haunting me. And Emily... poor Emily. She's always there, too, her eyes accusing me of something I don't understand."Doctor Veronica's eyes narrowed, her eyes calculating and her mind in wonder to what Ava is saying. "Ava, have you experienced any traumatic events in your past? Anything that
Ava let out a sigh of relief as Amelia closed the door behind her. "Thank you, Doctor Veronica, for being tactful with her. I don't think I'm ready for her to know what we're discussing."Doctor Veronica nodded, her expression understanding. "Ava, everything discussed in this office is strictly confidential. I'm bound by patient-doctor privilege to keep your secrets safe. You can trust that what you share with me will never leave this room."Ava nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards the doctor. "Thank you, Doctor Veronica. This means a lot to me. I feel like I can finally be honest about what's been going on."Doctor Veronica smiled, her eyes warm. "That's what I'm here for, Ava. To listen, to support, and to help you heal. We'll continue our session next week, and we'll keep working through your past, one step at a time."Ava stood up, feeling a sense of hope that she hadn't felt in years. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but with Doctor Veronica's help, she was ready to face her
Amelia pulled out her phone and dialed a number, waiting for the person on the other end to answer. When Jackson's voice came through, she spoke in a hushed tone. "Hey, Jackson. It's me. Guess who I saw in the therapist’s office this morning?" “You said you were going to see Ava today, so it should be her.” Jackson's voice was laced with interest and Amelia smiled, feeling like she had hit a jackpot. "What's going on? How's she doing?" “Not too good, that I’m sure of.” Amelia's voice dropped to a whisper. "I believe that she’s not well. She's been seeing a therapist frequently. And today, she was acting suspiciously. I think she's hiding something." Jackson's tone turned serious. "That does sound strange. Do you think we’re getting close to the truth so fast? I mean don’t you think she knows we’re on to her?" “I doubt it.” Amelia's mind raced with possibilities. "Well, I don't know, it’s hard to know what that woman is always thinking under those pretty smiles of hers, but we
Amelia was growing suspicious, but Ava had expertly deflected her concerns. Lisa was still in the dark about her true identity, and the congress was moving forward, with Jackson unaware of the impending doom that awaited him.Ava's mind raced with the next steps in her plan. She would continue to manipulate the situation, pushing Jackson to the edge until he had no choice but to come crawling to her. The thought brought a hint of a smile to her lips as she sat I front of the rooms mirror, staring at her reflection, a glimmer of triumph in her eyes.She stood and collapsed onto her bed, Ava knew she couldn't rest yet. There was still much to be done, and she was the only one who could see it through. With a deep breath, she forced herself to get up, her determination renewed. The end game was near, and Ava was ready to play her final card.Soon her phone vibrated beside her. Ava's phone lit up, and her heart skipped a beat as she saw Stanley's message. Her eyes scanned the screen, and
Lisa stood before the grave of Emily Greenfield, her eyes fixed on the name etched into the stone. She felt a lump form in her throat as grief washed over her. Without warning, her legs gave way, and she fell to her knees, overcome with emotion.Tears streamed down her face as she whispered, "Emily, oh Emily... I wish you were here. I'm so sorry I wasn't there to save you. If only I had been faster, stronger... You didn't deserve to die in that fire."Lisa's body shook with sobs, her mind replaying the fateful night that had taken her friend's life. Regret and guilt consumed her, and she felt the weight of her failure to protect Emily.As she wept, Lisa reached out and traced the letters of Emily's name, her touch a desperate attempt to reconnect with her lost friend. The silence of the graveyard was a stark reminder of the emptiness she felt without Emily by her side.In that moment, Lisa vowed to keep Emily's memory alive, to fight for justice, and to ensure that her friend's death
Ava swiftly walked away from the graveyard, her mind racing with the urgency in William's voice. She didn't notice Lisa watching her leave, her focus fixed on reaching Luke.As she arrived at the Madmus Estate, Ava strode into the conference room where Luke was in the midst of a business meeting. She cleared her throat, interrupting the discussion."Luke, I need to speak with you," she said, her tone firm.Luke's expression turned irritated. "Ava, I'm in a business meeting. Wait for me in my office, please."Ava's eyes locked onto his, her gaze unwavering. "It's urgent, Luke. I can't wait."The room fell silent, the other attendees exchanging curious glances. Luke's face hardened, but he nodded curtly. "Fine. Excuse me, gentlemen."As the meeting adjourned, Luke followed Ava out into the hallway, his voice low and annoyed. "What is it, Ava? What's so urgent?"Ava's voice was equally hushed, but laced with a sense of warning. "It's William. He's in trouble, Luke. And I think we're ru
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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