Ava's slap echoed through the warehouse, leaving a red mark on Jackson's face. "You don't deserve to say her name!" she spat, her eyes blazing with anger. “Rather, say that you love her. Don’t you dare say that to me ever?”Jackson cowered, his eyes welling up with tears. "Please, Emily...I’m pleading, Emily...why are you doing this? Is it to make me pay? For all I’ve done to you? I’m sorry, I know no matter how many amount of sorry I’m going to say can’t make up for it but please, enough don’t make me pay for my errors."Ava burst into a cold and mirthless laughter. "Pay? Do you think you can pay for what you've done? You killed our child, Jackson. Our child! And you still dare to speak to me about forgiveness? You must be joking. Nothing can amount to that. Nothing at all."Jackson's face contorted in anguish. "I know, I know...I was blinded by my ambition. I overlooked your feelings and paid attention to Amelia more, But I'm seeing my errors now. I'm suffering, Emily. Please, don
Luke gently broke away from the kiss, his eyes gleaming with triumph. Ava's eyes widened, her gaze hungry for more, her lips still parted in anticipation. Luke's smile grew wider as he whispered, "I won."Ava's eyes flashed with realization, remembering the bet they had made. She had promised to give up her revenge if she fell for him, and now she was trapped. Her eyes narrowed, but she couldn't speak, couldn't admit defeat.Luke's smile softened, his eyes filled with understanding. "Don't worry, Ava. You can continue your revenge, but no blood must be spilled. Promise me a fair game, and I'll agree to whatever scheme you want."Ava's eyes searched his face, looking for any sign of deception. But Luke's gaze was sincere, his eyes shining with a promise of support. She nodded slowly, her voice barely audible. "Okay."With a satisfied smile, Luke wrapped his arm around Ava's shoulders, pulling her close as they walked away from the warehouse, heading home. Ava didn't resist, her body re
Uncle Smith's words were final. "Find the money to pay them back quickly, Amelia. I can't stand in for you anymore. You're on your own."With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Amelia feeling panicked and desperate. Her mind raced as she tried to think of a way to come up with the money, but every avenue she thought of seemed to lead to a dead end.She felt like she was drowning in debt, with no lifeline in sight. The company's demand for payment had come out of nowhere, and she had no idea how she was going to meet it. Jackson's injuries and the failed election had left her with nothing, and she was starting to feel like she was going to lose everything she had worked for.Amelia's heart raced as she paced back and forth in the hospital hallway, her mind spinning with worry and fear. She felt like she was trapped in a nightmare, with no way out. Where was she going to get the money? And what would happen if she couldn't pay it back? The thought sent a chill down her spine, and
Luke and Ava sat at the dinner table, sipping their coffee and watching the TV as the broadcaster announced the shocking news."Breaking news, folks. Jackson Timberlake, the former candidate who went missing before the election, has been found and is now in the hospital. But that's not all. The police bureau has just dragged him out of the hospital with a warrant for his arrest."“Seems like a lot is happening under.”Ava's eyes widened in surprise as the broadcaster kept speaking. "What? That's crazy!"Luke's expression was calm, but his eyes gleamed with interest. "Wait, it gets better."The broadcaster continued, "And the reason for the arrest? Jackson is suspected of being the killer of Mr. Greenfield, the former owner of Image Corp Enterprise. The police have found solid evidence to instigate the accusations."“You know about this?” “Yup! When I said I would help you, I wasn’t taking my word for a joke.” Ava's jaw dropped. "No way. Jackson would never do something like that."“Ye
Amelia's smile was enigmatic. "You'll see. Trust me."She excused herself and stepped away, her phone already dialing a number. "Uncle Smith? It's time for you to make the sacrifice."Uncle Smith's voice was laced with concern. "Amelia, what sacrifices are we talking about? What exactly do you need me to do?"Amelia's tone was calm and collected. "Remember our deal, Uncle Smith? You agreed to submit to whatever charges were brought against Jackson, and in return, I would make sure you're taken care of and give you whatever you want. You'll be protected, and your reputation will remain intact, so you don’t have to worry about anything."Uncle Smith's hesitation was palpable. His breath was heavy over the phone and Amelia could notice a brief silence. "I...I don't know, Amelia. I can't go to prison. I have a work to think about, a business to run..."Amelia's voice was soothing, her words dripping with reassurance. "Oh, Uncle Smith. Don't worry about that. You'll be released soon after
Ava's eyes narrowed, her grip on the phone tightening. "Confirm me, Officer Thompson. Is Jackson free?"Officer Thompson's voice was smug. "Yes, Ava. He's a free man. And there was nothing we could do to stop him. They got the proof that Uncle Smith was the real criminal and he's got the upper hand now."Ava's anger simmered, her mind racing with the implications. "How could they do this, Officer Thompson? How could you let him get away with it?"“Sorry…” Officer Thompson apologizes as his voice suddenly turns cold. "You know how it works, Ava. Power and money talk. And Jackson's got both. I’m just a pawn in his game, and I always have been. When I think I’m one step ahead, there’s always an escape route for them."Ava's eyes flashed with fury. "Those monsters, Uncle Smith and Jackson. They’re just as bad as they are from the beginning."Officer Thompson's laughter was mocking. "Maybe so, Ava. But we’re the ones who are going to come out on top. And for now, you're just going to have
Amelia's eyes widened in fear, but she continued to lie. "Of course, John is your son, Jackson. Who told you otherwise?"“Don’t try to act smart.”Jackson's voice rose in anger. "Don't lie to me! I know the truth. Tell me, who is John's real father?"Amelia tried to placate him, reaching out to touch his hand. "Jackson, calm down, please..."But he shoved her hand away. "No, I won't calm down! You've been lying to me for too long. Tell me the truth!"Amelia's voice trembled. "Who told you? It was uncle smith, wasn't it?"“What!”Jackson's eyes blazed with anger. "That's none of your business! Just tell me the truth about John's father!"“You’re his father!”Amelia's eyes narrowed, her voice cold. "I don't have to prove anything to you, Jackson. And if you don't tell me who told you these lies, I won't tell you the truth about John's father."“Want to play tricks with me?”Jackson's voice thundered through the room. "Don't try me, Amelia! I'm warning you!"Amelia's legs fidgeted, her heart
Jackson's eyes blazed with anger as he turned to Amelia, demanding an explanation. "You're the mother, but I'm not the father? How is that possible, Amelia? Tell me the truth for once!"Amelia's eyes darted wildly, her voice trembling. "It's not what you think, Jackson. I swear, you're the father. I don't know what's going on here. There must have been some mistake somewhere."Jackson's face reddened with rage. "Stop your lies, Amelia! You've been deceiving me for far too long. I'm done with this charade. I'm going to divorce you tonight!"“You can’t do that, what of your father? What is he going to say about it? Huh?”Amelia's words became a desperate plea. "No, Jackson, please! Don't say that. I'll do anything, just don't leave me!"“Don’t use my father against me.”But Jackson was unforgiving. He pushed her away, his eyes cold with contempt. "You've lost the right to beg me, Amelia. You've lost everything."As he stormed out of the doctor's office, Amelia collapsed to the ground, her
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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