"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
As the evening arrived, Amelia made her way to the restaurant, her heart still racing from the conversation with Jackson. She pushed aside her worries, determined to enjoy the celebration with Uncle Smith.As she entered the restaurant, she spotted Uncle Smith already seated at a cozy table by the window. He beamed a warm smile, his eyes twinkling with pride.He wore a black blazer suit, with his hair braided backwards. "Amelia, you look stunning!" he exclaimed, rising from his seat to greet her.Amelia blushed, feeling a sense of gratitude towards this man who had believed in her from the start. He had done everything for her to even get where she is today. "Thanks, Uncle Smith. You're looking quite dashing yourself," she replied, taking in his stylish outfit.As they sat down, Uncle Smith poured her a glass of champagne. "To your success, Amelia! May this be just the beginning of your journey to greatness."Amelia smiled, feeling a sense of joy wash over her. "Thank you, Uncle Smi
"And what about Ava?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Uncle Smith's eyes glinted with determination. "Once Luke is out of the way, we'll go after Ava. And this time, we won't hold back." Amelia's eyes widened in horror. "Are we going to...kill them? Luke and Ava?" Uncle Smith's expression was cold and calculating. "Amelia, we've been over this. We do what needs to be done to protect ourselves and our interests. And if that means eliminating threats, then so be it." Amelia's mind raced back to the conversation years ago that she had with Jackson about Emily's disappearance in the fire. She felt a chill run down her spine as she realized the truth. They should have killed her completely. "Uncle Smith, did you...did you have something to do with Emily's disappearance?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.” her body wasn’t found.” “What are you talking about? You strictly asked us to burn her in fire and we did. We didn’t check back because there was no ti
Amelia's phone rang incessantly, the sound echoing through the luxurious hotel suite. But she didn't stir, lost in a deep sleep, her body wrapped in the arms of Uncle Smith. The suite was lavish, with marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline. The bedroom was dimly lit, the only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioning and the persistent ringing of Amelia's phone.Uncle Smith's arms held her close, his chest rising and falling with each breath. The suite was filled with the scent of expensive cologne and the faint hint of whiskey. They had been wasted from yesterday's partying. The bed was a sea of plush pillows and soft sheets, a haven of comfort and deceit.Outside, the city pulsed with life, the sounds of cars honking, people laughing, and music drifting from the nearby nightclub. But in the suite, all was quiet, the only disturbance was the ringing phone, a constant reminder of the world outside, of Jackson's desperate att
Flashback begins:The grand estate of the Greenfield family stood tall, its opulent facade a testament to the family's wealth and prestige. The library, with its floor-to-ceiling bookshelves and rich, dark wood paneling, was a sanctuary for Mr. Greenfield, a place where he could escape the pressures of his business empire.In the heart of the library, a fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the room. Mr. Greenfield, a man in his late fifties with a commanding presence, sat behind his massive oak desk, his eyes fixed on the figure kneeling before him.Uncle Smith, his younger brother, his eyes pleading, his voice trembling, begged for control of the company. "Please, brother, I'm begging you. Give me the company. I'll make it thrive, I promise."Mr. Greenfield's expression was one of disgust. "You ungrateful fool," he spat. "After all I've done for you, you still want to take everything from me? My company, my legacy? You'll never have it, Smith. Never."Uncle Smith's
Not only has Amelia met with uncle smith at the Greenfield mansion but also did she meet him again at coffee shop and this meeting, brought them even closer to each other. Amelia hurried into the bustling coffee shop, her eyes scanning the display case for the perfect snack. As she reached for a pastry, her elbow accidentally collided with a tall figure beside her, sending her belongings tumbling to the floor."Oh no, I'm so sorry!" Amelia exclaimed, as she bent to gather her scattered items.Uncle Smith, the same man she had nodded to earlier, crouched beside her, his eyes locking onto hers as they both reached for the same fallen book.Their fingers touched, and a jolt of electricity ran through Amelia's body. She felt a sudden connection, as if their hands had sparked a flame that ignited a deep recognition within her.As they stood up, their eyes remained fixed on each other, the bustling coffee shop fading into the background. Amelia's heart raced, her mind reeling with the unex
Amelia's recovery was a slow and arduous process, but she finally regained her strength and health. However, she couldn't bear the thought of giving up the attention and sympathy she had received during her illness. So, she made the calculated decision to feign continued illness, convincing her doctors that she still required regular blood transfusions from Emily.Her ultimate goal was twofold: to drain Emily's resources and create tension between her and Jackson. Amelia's plan succeeded all too well, as Emily's health began to deteriorate from the frequent blood donations. The strain on their relationship grew, and Jackson's frustration mounted.In a tragic turn of events, Emily miscarried her and Jackson's baby due to the excessive blood loss. Amelia was secretly overjoyed, her scheme having yielded the desired outcome.One day, while Jackson was away, Amelia saw her chance to escape the hospital and meet up with Uncle Smith. She dressed in a sleek black dress, her hair styled perfe
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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