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
Lisa nodded, her eyes filled with concern. "Okay, Ava, I understand. I just want you to know that I'm here for you, and I'm worried about your safety. Your revenge against Amelia seems...personal. You're playing with fire, and I don't want to see you get burned."Ava's gaze narrowed, her voice firm. "Lisa, don't get involved in this. It's none of your concern. I can handle Amelia on my own. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time, and I won't let anyone stand in my way."Lisa's expression turned sympathetic. "But Ava, since you're getting revenge for Emily, I want to help. You know I cared about Emily too. We all did. She was a sweet girl, and Amelia's actions were unforgivable. But revenge won't bring Emily back, Ava. It'll only lead to more pain and suffering."“You don’t understand anything.” “But-.”Ava's response was swift and decisive. "No, Lisa. I appreciate your loyalty, but this is my fight alone. I can't risk anything happening to you because of my vendetta agains
“For this night, please.”Amelia's voice was laced with desperation, her eyes pleading as she begged, "Just allow me to stay for the night, Jackson. Please. I'll leave tomorrow, I promise. I'll go back to my father's house and never bother you again. Just don't make me leave like this, not in the middle of the night, not with our son watching. Think about John, think about how this will affect him."“Hmmm…”Jackson's expression remained unyielding, but his voice softened slightly, his resolve weakening. "Fine. You can stay in the visitor's room, but don't try anything crazy, Amelia. I mean it. You'll sleep there, and in the morning, you'll leave. No drama, no scenes. Just leave. And don't think this is a reprieve or a second chance. It's just a temporary arrangement for John's sake."Amelia's face contorted in a mix of relief and gratitude. "Thank you, Jackson. Thank you so much. I promise I'll be gone by morning. I'll be out of your life forever. Just please, don't make me leave now. L
Amelia's eyes scanned the cold, gray prison walls, her heart heavy with despair. She had never felt so alone, so helpless. But then, a familiar figure appeared in the visitation room, and her heart skipped a beat. "Dad!" she exclaimed, rushing into his arms.Mr. Clifford's expression was somber, his eyes filled with regret. "Amelia, my dear, I'm so sorry. I wish I could take you away from this place, but I have no power to free you." He held her tight, his voice cracking with emotion.Amelia's grip on him tightened. "What do you mean? You're the head chef! You can do anything!" She pulled back, searching his face for answers.Her father's face was etched with sorrow. "Ava Richardson's influence is too strong, Amelia. She has connections, power, and resources that I can't match. I've tried every possible way, but I can't get you out. She has the upper hand, and I'm afraid I'm powerless against her."Amelia's eyes widened in shock. "What did I do to her, Dad? What did I ever do to deser
Amelia's sobs echoed off the cold walls of her cell, her body shaking with uncontrollable grief. But as she cried, she started to hear voices in her head, blaming her for her predicament. "This is all your fault, Amelia," the voices hissed. "You should have thought of the consequences before you acted."Amelia's mind raced as the voices grew louder, more accusatory. She felt like she was losing her grip on reality, her thoughts spiraling out of control. "No, no, no!" she shouted at herself, her voice hoarse from crying. "It's not my fault! I didn't mean for this to happen!"Just then, the door to her cell creaked open, and five women inmates entered, their faces hardened and cruel. "Well, well, well, look what we have here," one of them sneered. "The little princess is crying."“Isn’t she proud, Amelia?” Another said. “What happened to you, princess, your world is falling apart?” They mocked and laughed.Amelia's eyes darted up to meet theirs, her heart racing with fear. "Leave me alo
Ava's eyes seemed to gleam with a sinister light as she continued, "You see, Amelia, my next move is already in motion. I've taken care of your precious Uncle Smith, and now he's rotting in prison, just like you. And next, I'll be moving on to Jackson."Amelia's eyes widened in horror as she realized the extent of Ava's plan. "No, please, Ava. Don't hurt him. He has nothing to do with this. He's innocent."Ava's laughter was cold and mirthless. "Oh, but he does, Amelia. He chose you over his wife, over me. He neglected me and ignored me, and now it's his turn to pay. You all thought you could hurt me and get away with it, but I've been waiting, planning, and now it's my turn to strike."Amelia's eyes filled with tears as she begged, "Please, Ava. Have mercy. Don't hurt him. I'll do anything, just spare him. I'll take his place, punish me instead."Ava's expression didn't change, her eyes still cold and hard. "Your begging won't stop me, Amelia. Nothing will stop me now. I've come too
Ava's expression didn't change, her eyes still cold and hard. "Why should I, Jackson? Why should I forgive her when she showed me no mercy?"“Please….please.”As Jackson pleaded with Ava, Amelia was being dragged back to her prison cell, her body struggling and her eyes streaming with tears. She knew she had to find a way to escape the hell hole, if not she was going to die, but for now, she was at Ava’s mercy. And she knew that it was still dangerous. She had to flee. Ava's eyes seemed to bore into Jackson's soul, her gaze piercing and unforgiving. "You want me to forgive her, Jackson? You want me to forget what she did to me? She took everything from me, Jackson. My reputation, my career, my dignity, my everything I ever owned. She left me with nothing."Jackson's face contorted in anguish, his eyes filled with tears. "Ava, please. I know whatever happened to you was wrong, but Amelia is not a bad person. She's innocent, and she doesn't deserve this."Ava's laughter was cold and mi
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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