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
“well, you’re right.”Amelia's eyes locked onto Ava's, her voice laced with accusation. "You know, Ava, I've been thinking. We're not so different, you and I."Ava raised an eyebrow, her expression cold and reserved. "Oh? How so? Please…enlighten me."Amelia's words were laced with venom. "We're both manipulative, willing to do whatever it takes to get what we want."“You’re catching on quickly. Very good.”Ava's smile was thin and calculating. "Yes, Amelia. We are similar in that regard. But at least I'm honest about it. You, on the other hand, pretend to be something you're not only to get what you’re lustful about."“I don’t do that.”Amelia's face reddened with indignation. "I'm not manipulative! I've never had to resort to such tactics."Ava's laughter was low and mocking. "Really, Amelia? Think back. Haven't you ever used your charm and beauty to get what you want? Haven't you ever lied about yourself or withheld the truth to achieve your goals?"Amelia's eyes faltered, her mind ra
Amelia's persistence was unwavering, her eyes locked on Ava's as she asked, "Have I done something to you, Ava? Something that's made you hate me so much?"Ava's expression was calm, but her voice was laced with a hint of curiosity. "What makes you think you've done something, Amelia? What secrets are you hiding?"“Well, for starters, I’ve done quite a lot of damage to people in the past.”Amelia's eyes dropped, her voice barely above a whisper. "I...I manipulated Jackson. I pretended to be ill, and I needed Emily's blood he’s Ex-wife...I made him think I was fragile, and he showed me so much attention..."Ava's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with the implications. She was angry and agitated. She wanted to deal with Amelia but she was holding herself because of all her plans. She didn’t want to blow her cover now and Amelia finding out that she was Emily. Amelia continued, her words spilling out like a confession. "I was nice to Emily's face, but behind her back, I talked bad about he
Amelia's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. "No...no, that's not possible."Ava's laughter was mocking, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Oh, Amelia. You're so predictable. Did Jackson want to divorce you? Hmm?"Amelia's voice was shaking, her words barely audible. She had fallen for Ava’s trap."N-no, he didn't. He loves me, and we're happy."Ava's expression was skeptical, her voice dripping with disbelief. "Save it, Amelia. I don't believe you. He's already confessed everything to me. You're just too blinded by your own ego to see the truth."“What! He told you?”Amelia's face contorted in anger, her voice rising. "That's a lie! Jackson would never do that to me!"Ava's smile was cold, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, really? Then why did he come to me, begging for help? Why did he tell me all about your little schemes and manipulations?"Amelia's hand was still covering her mouth, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "N-no...that's not possible. You're lying!
Amelia's legs gave out, and she staggered back, her eyes fixed on Ava. Tears streamed down her face as she fell to her knees, her body shaking with sobs. "Please, Ava...have mercy..." she begged, her voice barely audible.Ava's expression was unyielding, her voice devoid of empathy. "There's no mercy for what you've done, Amelia. You've played with fire, and now it's time to get burned. You need to retire, and I'm the one to make it happen."Amelia's pleas were laced with desperation, her tears falling like rain. "Please, Ava...have mercy...I didn't do anything to you...why are you doing this to me? I considered you a sister...why have you become my enemy?"Ava's eyes glinted with a sinister light as she leaned in close, her whisper sending shivers down Amelia's spine. "The truth is, I'm Emily Greenfield, and I'm back!"Amelia's eyes widened in horror, her mind reeling with the revelation. Fear coursed through her veins like ice water, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her eyes were
Amelia's eyes narrowed, her voice laced with defiance. "Whatever you want to do to me, Ava, Jackson will have my back. He'll never let you hurt me."Ava's smile was cold, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Good luck to that," she said, her voice dripping with skepticism.With a flick of her wrist, Ava signaled her maid to escort Amelia out of her house. The maid approached Amelia, her hand extended to grasp her arm. But Amelia flung the maid's hand away, her eyes flashing with anger."I can walk by myself," she spat, her voice venomous. "Don't touch me."The maid stepped back, her eyes wide with fear. Amelia stormed out of the house, her head held high, her heart seething with anger and fear. She knew that this was far from over, and she was ready to fight back.Ava's phone buzzed, breaking the silence in her room. She answered, her voice curt. "Yes?"Stanley's voice was on the other end. "Ava, I have some news. I've located the person sending you those anonymous messages."Ava's grip
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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