Amelia walked into the cozy coffee shop, spotting Uncle Smith sitting in the corner, sipping a cup of coffee. She smiled, making her way over to him. "Uncle Smith, it's so good to see you!" she exclaimed, giving him a warm hug. Though he wasn’t her real uncle but Emily’s, their bond was no other. It came in handy when he held Emily captive and burned her in the fire. It really showed how he would do anything for Amelia. Smith's face creased into a warm smile. "Ah, Amelia, dear, it's been too long! How have you been?" Amelia sat down across from him, signaling the waiter for a coffee. "I've been well, Uncle Smith. Just busy with work and...other things. How’s the company coming along? Hope it’s running smoothly." “Yeah. As the CEO of image corpse and your husband backing, what can I say.” Smith's eyes twinkled with understanding. "I know how that is. I've been keeping busy myself, working on some projects for your...organization, our organization." Amelia's eyes sparkled with g
The look on Amelia's face was serious, her eyes glinting with a hard, calculating light. She had leverage over Smith, and she knew it. She had given him her body, and now she would use that to manipulate him to her advantage.“Just like you did ask me to kill Emily? My own blood?” He retreated back and Amelia nodded pouting her lips. “Don’t tell me you won’t help me…”She wanted to know if he still loved her as he claimed. “Why not? I’d die for you. I just want to know why you’re doing this.” Uncle Smith's eyes narrowed, his voice laced with confusion. "Why would you want me to take the fall for Jackson's crime, Amelia? What's going on?"“It’s not like he really did anything. He’s all innocent. We’re both the ones who ended the lives of the Greenfield.”Amelia's eyes locked onto his, her voice cold and detached. "If Jackson doesn't win this election, his father will kill him. And I'm not exaggerating, Uncle Smith. Mr. Timberlake is a brutal man, and he expects nothing but perfection f
Ava's eyes narrowed, her grip on the phone tightening as she gazed at the image of Amelia and Uncle Smith together. Her mind raced with possibilities, her expression darkening. What could they be doing together? She wondered as she replied to Stanley with a cool mind and dropped her phone down, anger brewing inside of her as she started having flashes of her memory with Uncle Smith and how he appeared out of nowhere at her door and kidnapped her to the basement of her house and then, the rest. The fire and flames flashed in her eyes and then she flinched. The door opened, and then, Luke entered the room, a concerned look on his face. "Hey, Ava, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." Ava's eyes flicked up to meet Luke's, her voice low and tense. "It's Amelia. She's with Uncle Smith." “Your uncle?” Luke's brow furrowed. "What do you mean? Where are they?" “On my phone, Stanley sent a photo to me, of them together.” Ava's eyes flashed with anger. "In a coffee shop,
Ava stood up, her movements fluid and calculated, as she reached for her bag. Her eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief, her lips curling into a subtle smile. She rummaged through her bag, her fingers searching for something specific. Finally, she pulled out a transparent white nylon bag, its contents visible to Luke's curious gaze.Inside the bag, a single hair lay nestled, its dark color stark against the white material. Luke's eyes widened, his brow furrowed in question. "Whose hair is that?" he asked, his voice low and intrigued.Ava's smile grew wider, her eyes sparkling with a hint of triumph. "That, my friend, belongs to Jackson's son, John."Luke's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities. "Why do you have John's hair, Ava? Isn’t that rude of you to do?"“I’m doing nothing wrong compared to what they have done to me.” Ava's expression turned serious, her voice laced with suspicion. "I wanted to verify if Jackson is indeed John's father. I have reason to believe Amelia
Amelia browsed through the racks of clothes, her fingers trailing over the fabrics as she searched for the perfect outfit. Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice behind her."Amelia, my dear, you look lovely as always."She turned to see Uncle Smith approaching her, a warm smile on his face. But as she gazed into his eyes, she noticed the curious glances from the people around them. The whispers and pointed fingers began to make sense."Uncle Smith," she said hastily, her voice low and urgent. "What are you doing here? Quickly come."Without waiting for a response, she grasped his hand and swiftly led him into a nearby changing room. The door closed behind them, and Amelia's heart raced as she leaned in close."What are you doing here, Uncle Smith? You could have called," she whispered, her eyes darting around the small space. "People are talking, and I can't have that."Uncle Smith's expression turned serious, his voice low. "I know, Amelia. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause a scene. B
Amelia took the flyer, her eyes scanning the glossy paper. It looked impressive, but she was still hesitant. Uncle Smith's voice was persuasive. "Come on, Amelia. You have nothing to lose. Just sign the contract, and you'll have all the funds you need to make your business soar. And if you're still unsure, we can always negotiate the terms." Amelia's eyes met his, her mind weighing the pros and cons. She took a deep breath and made her decision. "Okay, Uncle Smith. I'll do it." In a far distant night, Ava gazed up at the dark sky, her eyes lost in the stars. Her employee, a tall and slender man with a bow, approached her with a reverent demeanor. "Miss Ava," he said, his voice low and respectful. "I have delivered the daily information to Mr. Smith, as instructed." Ava's smile was cold and calculating. "Very good," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You will receive your compensation, as promised. Keep up the good work." The employee bowed again, his eyes c
"Lisa!” She said with excitement. “How lovely to hear from you."Lisa's voice was hesitant, apologetic. "Ava, I'm so sorry to bother you, but I need a favor. I've been thinking about our conversation a while back, and I was wondering if you could help me out.""Lisa, I had almost forgotten about you. How are you? What's been going on in your life?"Ava's brow furrowed, concern etched on her face.”what is you what anyways.”Lisa's sigh was audible. "Honestly, Ava, I've been struggling. I want to get out of my small apartment and move into something better, but I don't have the means. That's where you come in."Ava's interest was piqued. "Go on."Lisa's voice took on a pleading tone. "I want to buy a house in the penthouse, but I need your help. I don't have enough money for the down payment. Would you be willing to lend me the funds, Ava? I promise to pay you back, with interest."Ava's smile grew wider, her mind racing with possibilities. "Lisa, darling, I think we can come to some so
Amelia walked into the offices of Golden Opportunity Fundings, her confidence, and poise evident in her stride. She was dressed in a sharp business suit, her hair styled in a sleek bob, and her smile radiated warmth and professionalism. Her eyes sparkled with determination as she clutched her business file to her chest.As she approached the reception desk, the receptionist looked up, her eyes widening slightly at Amelia's striking appearance."Good morning," Amelia said, her voice clear and strong. "I'm here to see someone about a business proposal. I have an appointment with Mr. Smith. He works here and he asked me to come."The receptionist checked her schedule, her eyes scanning the list. "Ah, yes. You must be Amelia Timberlake. Mr. Smith is expecting you. Please, have a seat, and I'll let him know you're here."Amelia smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Thank you so much. I appreciate the help."As she took a seat in the waiting area, she couldn't help but feel a sense
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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