The next morning, Ava woke up in Luke's bed, her head nestled on his bare chest, his steady heartbeat lulling her into a sense of tranquility. As she opened her eyes, she was met with the most breathtaking sight - Luke's handsome face, his hair scattered messily across his forehead, his eyes closed in slumber.Her hands slowly slid down his chest and felt his packs and his hard biceps. Her heart skipped a bit. The morning sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the sharp contours of his features, making him look like a work of art. Ava's heart swelled with love and gratitude as she gazed at him, feeling like the heavens had finally granted her every wish.The room was filled with a warm, golden light, casting a magical glow over everything. The soft sheets and blankets enveloped them in a cozy embrace, making Ava feel like she was wrapped in a cloud. The air was filled with the sweet scent of Luke's cologne, mingling with the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting fro
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Stanley's voice was urgent, "Ava, I'm so sorry, I misspoke earlier. Jackson is about to leave with John, but they haven't departed yet. They're still at the airport."Ava sprang into action, jumping out of bed and rushing to put on her dress. "I have to get there, Stanley. I have to stop him."Luke, still lying on the bed, sat up, concern etched on his face. "Ava, Are you going to leave now? What can I help with?"“Like you have just overheard.”Ava's hands moved swiftly, zipping up her dress. "Jackson's taking John away. I have to get to the airport, now."“Okay, operation stop Jackson from sending his son out of the country.”Luke threw off the covers, getting out of bed. "Do you want me to drive you?"“Uhhh…”Ava's eyes met his, gratitude shining in them. "Yes, please. We have to hurry."Luke nodded, already moving towards the door. "Let's go. We'll make it to the airport in time."Ava grabbed her purse and followed Luke out of the room, her heart racing with anxiety. She had to get t
Luke's eyes scanned the area, his mind racing for an alternative. "Ava, follow me!" he whispered, pulling her towards a side door marked "Authorized Personnel Only".They slipped through the door, finding themselves in a narrow corridor behind the scenes of the airport. Luke led the way, his long strides eating up the distance."This way, we can avoid the crowds and get to Jackson before he boards the plane," he explained, his voice low and urgent.Ava nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. They were getting close.But just as they turned a corner, they were confronted by two burly security men. "Halt! Where are you headed?" one of them growled, blocking their path.Luke tried to think fast. "We're, uh, airport staff. We need to get to the...uh... baggage handling area."The security men exchanged skeptical glances. "I wasn't notified of any staff needing access to that area," one of them said, his hand resting on his hip.Ava's mind raced. They couldn't afford to be delayed. She sp
Luke and Ava finally caught up to Jackson and John, stopping them in their tracks at the front of the entrance to the plane. Jackson's eyes narrowed, his expression darkening as he took in the sight of Ava and Luke."What are you doing here?" Jackson demanded, his voice low and menacing. “And why are you blocking my part?”“Isn’t it obvious?”Ava stood tall, her eyes locked on Jackson's. "I'm here to stop you from sending John away," she said, her voice firm and resolute.Jackson sneered. "Why do you care? He's not even your son."Ava's eyes flashed with determination and bitterness at the fact she had no child. "I know why you're doing this, Jackson. John is your weak point, the only thing that can bring you down. You're trying to protect yourself by sending him away."“Funny,” Jackson's expression faltered for a moment before he regained his composure. "You don't know what you're talking about," he snarled.But Ava pressed on. "Does your son know about our past, Jackson? Or know abou
Amelia sat in the crowded prison cafeteria, her brutally disfigured face drawing curious glances from the other inmates. Her once beautiful features were now marred by scars and burns, a constant reminder of the fire that had ravaged her body.As she ate her meager meal, a tear slowly slid down her cheek, her eyes welling up with pain and despair. She thought inwardly, "I'll never see the daylight again. I'll never be free to live my life as I want. I'll never be able to acquire all the wealth and power I desire."Most of all, she thought, "I'll never have Jackson to myself again. He's gone, and I'm left here, alone and broken."Amelia's thoughts consumed her, her mind a jumble of regret and longing. She had lost everything: her freedom, her beauty, and the man she loved. The only thing that matters to her is not even her son John. As she struggled to eat, her disfigured hands shaking as she held her spoon, Amelia felt a sense of hopelessness wash over her. She was trapped, trapped i
Jackson stepped off the plane in Europe, his mind racing with thoughts of his son, John. He had finally brought him out of the country, away from Ava's influence, and he was determined to make things right between them. The weight of his mistakes hung heavy on his shoulders, and he knew he had a long road ahead of him to regain John's trust.As they made their way to the hotel, John remained silent, his eyes fixed on the floor. Jackson tried to engage him in conversation, asking about his flight, his thoughts, anything to break the ice. But John refused to respond, his silence a palpable force between them.When they arrived at the hotel, Jackson tried again to talk to John, hoping that the change of scenery would help ease the tension. “How did you enjoy the flight?”He asked but John just shook his head, his eyes flashing with anger, and said, "Stay away from me, Father. I don't want to talk to you."Jackson was taken aback, feeling a stinging sensation from his son's rejection. He
As Amelia was being escorted back to her prison cell, she suddenly started screaming at the top of her lungs, her voice echoing off the cold, grey walls. "I'm a queen! I'm a goddess! You can't keep me locked up!" she shouted, her eyes wild and unfocused, her face contorted in a mixture of rage and madness. Such a drama queen she was. The female warden, trying to maintain control, told her to stop acting crazy, but Amelia just kept saying nonsensical words, her voice rising to a fever pitch. "Purple monkeys are dancing on the moon! The sky is made of cheese! I can fly, I can fly!"The warden tried to grab Amelia's arms, but she struggled free, her strength surprising given her slender frame. She pulled out a small pocket knife she had hidden on her person and began to slash at her hand, cutting deep gashes into her skin. Blood flowed freely, but Amelia didn't seem to notice, too caught up in her delusional world and pretense.Other wardens rushed to detain Amelia, trying to subdue he
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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