Ava's phone rang, piercing through the silence of the hospital room. She answered, her voice still reeling from the doctor's revelation. "Hello?""Ava, sweetie, it's Mom." The voice on the other end was weak but familiar.Ava's eyes widened in shock. "Mom? How are you calling me on this line? Don’t tell me… You're...you're back?""I'm home, Ava. I'm finally home."Ava's mind raced as she processed the news. Her mother, who had been recovering in the States for months, was back in the country. And she was alive.Without a word, Ava cut the call and rushed out of the hospital room, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe it. Her mother, the woman she thought she wouldn’t make it through, was back. And she was coming home.As she sped through the streets, Ava's thoughts swirled with emotions. She had so many questions, so many things she wanted to say. But most of all, she wanted to see her mother, to hold her and know she was real.Finally, she arrived at her family’s Pen
Jackson strode into the Image Corp estate, his determined footsteps echoing through the lobby. He bypassed the reception desk and made his way to Uncle Smith's office, his eyes fixed on the CEO's suite.As he walked, employees scurried out of his way, bowing and greeting him with respectful smiles. But Jackson barely acknowledged them, his mind preoccupied with the mystery surrounding Amelia and Uncle Smith.He couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss, that there was more to their relationship than met the eye. Amelia's evasiveness and Uncle Smith's cryptic constant calls had only fueled his suspicions.Jackson's thoughts raced with questions. What did Uncle Smith want from Amelia? What secrets were they hiding? And what did it all have to do with the strange occurrences he had been having with Amelia and how worried she was earlier?He pushed open the door to Uncle Smith's office, his eyes locked on the CEO's imposing figure behind the desk. Jackson's determination tur
Ava's hands trembled a bit as she sent the message, her heart racing with anticipation. She knew the bombshell she had just dropped would shake Jackson to his core.But after the small welcoming of her mom, her conscience started to judge her but then she remembered all they had done to her. It was right she made them pay. Just as she pocketed the phone, Luke walked into the room, a curious expression on his face. "Hey, what's going on?" he asked, his eyes scanning her face.Ava forced a calm smile, her mind racing with excuses. "Nothing, just...just checking my phone," she stammered, her hand instinctively covering her pocket.Luke's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't press the issue. "Okay, well, I'm going out for a stroll with your mom. We'll be back soon."Ava nodded, her eyes avoiding his. "Okay, have fun."As Luke exited the room, Ava let out a sigh of relief. She knew she had to be careful; Luke was getting too close to her and if he figured out what her real intention for
Jackson slumped over the bar, his eyes glassy and his speech slurred. "She's been lying to me, man... my wife... Amelia... she's been lying to me."The stranger beside him, a middle-aged man with a kind face, turned to him with concern. "What's going on, friend? You look like you've lost your last dollar."“This is more than a dollar, man. I’ve lost my purpose.”Jackson's words tumbled out in a drunken torrent. "She's been lying to me about everything... our partnership... our son... John... he's not even mine... I got a message... it said so..."The stranger's expression turned sympathetic. "Whoa, slow down, buddy. Let's take this one step at a time. What makes you think your son isn't yours?"Jackson's eyes welled up with tears. "I don't know... I just know it's true... she's been hiding something from me... and that message... it knew everything... it knew about Amelia's affairs... and John... it knew everything..."The stranger's voice was calm and soothing. "Okay, Jackson. Can I c
The stranger's voice was low and menacing as he spoke into the phone. "Madam, it's done. Jackson is secure. We have him in the warehouse."Ava's voice was icy and detached. "Very good. Make sure no one can trace the location. I don't want any surprises. I’ve been quiet for far too long and I can’t wait any longer.""We've taken care of everything, Ava. No one will find him. And no one will find you or trace a thing to you.""Good. I want to make sure our little secret is safe. Meet me at the usual place in an hour. We'll discuss the details."The stranger nodded, even though Ava couldn't see him. "Yes, ma'am. I'll be there."As the call ended, Ava's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. She had finally gotten what she wanted. Jackson was out of the way, and now she could focus on her next move. Amelia.Meanwhile, Jackson's mind raced as he tried to piece together what had happened. He remembered the stranger, the phone call, and then...nothing. He was trapped, with no idea where he was or w
Uncle Smith's voice was laced with concern. "Amelia, if you're this worried, maybe I should go look for him? Make sure he's okay?"Amelia's response was quick and firm. "No, Uncle Smith, don't worry about it. Jackson can take care of himself. He'll come wandering back when he's ready."Uncle Smith's skepticism was palpable. "Are you sure, Amelia? You're not just trying to cover something up?"Amelia's laugh was forced. "Of course not, Uncle Smith. I'm just confident that Jackson can handle himself. Besides, I have more important things to worry about... like our business dealings."Uncle Smith's tone turned dry. "Ah, yes. The business. Well, if you're sure everything is fine, then I won't worry. But if you change your mind, you know who to call."Amelia's response was curt. "I will, Uncle Smith. Thanks for your concern."As the call ended, Amelia's facade crumbled. She was worried sick about Jackson, but she couldn't let Uncle Smith know that. She had to keep up the charade, no matter
Jackson's eyes narrowed as Ava entered the warehouse, her face hidden behind a mask. "Who are you?" he demanded, struggling against his restraints. "Why am I here? What do you want from me?"“Shhhhs….quiet, you wouldn’t want to alarm the neighbors.”“Help!” He shouted and Ava began to chuckle her voice dropping with disdain. Jackson stopped screaming for help but looked at Ava in fear. “You’re crazy, he said.” “Well, I lied.”Ava's voice was icy and detached. "Don’t worry, you'll find out soon enough. But for now, let's just say you're a guest in my home... for a very long time."Jackson's anger turned to fear as he realized he was tied up, unable to move. "You can't keep me here! I have to get out! Do you know who I am? What my family would do if they didn’t find me?"“I’m not that dumb. I know, Jackson Timberlake.”Ava chuckled, her eyes glinting with malice. "You shouldn't bother trying. You'll be here forever. Get familiar with the room, Jackson. You'll be seeing it for a while."A
Mr. Timberlake burst into the conference room, his face etched with worry. "Where's Jackson?" a reporter asked, thrusting a microphone in his face. "He's supposed to be here, accepting the nomination. What's going on?" Mr. Timberlake tried to sidestep the question, but the reporters closed in, sensing something was amiss. That's when he spotted Ava, sitting calmly in a stunning suit, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. The room erupted into a flurry of camera clicks and questions as Ava stood up, her confidence and poise commanding attention. "It seems my opponent is nowhere to be found," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "I think it's clear who the winner of this election is." “It's not yet over Mrs. Richardson.”A reporter approached her, skepticism etched on his face. "You're being a bit presumptuous, aren't you, Ava? We don't even know where Jackson is yet." Ava's smile never wavered. "I think we can make an educated guess, don't you?" she said, her e
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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