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
Amelia was rushed into the hospital, her sedated body limp on the stretcher. Nurses and doctors rushed towards her, concern etched on their faces."What happened to her?" one of the nurses asked, eyeing the wardens who accompanied Amelia.One of the wardens stepped forward, explaining the situation. "She had a psychotic break. Started screaming and cutting herself. We had to sedate her to calm her down."The nurses exchanged worried glances, quickly transferring Amelia to award. They began to assess her condition, checking her vitals and examining her self-inflicted wounds.As they worked, the wardens filled out paperwork, detailing the events leading up to Amelia's hospitalization. They explained her increasingly erratic behavior, her refusal to follow rules, and her eventual descent into madness.Meanwhile, Amelia lay motionless, her eyes closed as if in a deep sleep. But beneath the surface, her mind was racing, plotting her next move. She knew she had to keep up the charade, to ma
Two police officers stood guard at the front of Amelia's ward, their eyes scanning the hallway with a mixture of boredom and vigilance. They were there to ensure that Amelia didn't escape or cause any more trouble.Ava walked into the ward, her heels clicking on the linoleum floor. The inside was silent, the only sound was the soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. Amelia lay in her bed, restricted by chains that bound her wrists and ankles. She appeared to be sleeping, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling with slow, steady breaths.But Ava knew better. She could see the faintest hint of a smile playing on Amelia's lips, a smile that said she was pretending, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.Ava's lips curled into a smile, a cold, calculating smile that revealed her true intentions. She knew that Amelia was not sleeping, that she was just biding her time, waiting for the perfect moment to escape.Ava's eyes locked onto Amelia's face, her gaze piercing and intens
Ava's phone rang, shrill in the silence of the room, shattering the tense atmosphere that lingered after her confrontation with Amelia. She picked it up, her voice urgent and laced with concern after hearing Lisa’s voice over the phone. "What's wrong, Lisa?"Lisa's sobs echoed over the line, her voice barely intelligible, sending a chill down Ava's spine. Ava's eyes darted in fear, her grip on the phone tightening as she paced back and forth in the room. "Lisa, okay, where are you? What's happening?"Ava whispered, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios, her imagination running wild with thoughts of something terrible happening to her friend. "I'm coming over. Just stay there, I'll be right there."She cut the call, her movements swift and decisive, her heels clicking on the floor as she rushed out of the hospital. She hailed a taxi, her eyes fixed on her phone, willing Lisa to call back, willing herself to get to her friend as fast as possible.At the penthouse, Ava burst out of
Ava walked into the apartment, exhausted from the day's events. She saw Luke sitting at the dinner table, his eyes fixed on his PC screen. As she approached, he looked up and asked, "How's your day going?"Ava sighed, her hands on her hips. "As always, bad. And it seems Amelia is planning on escaping."“That we shouldn’t be worrying about,” Luke's expression turned serious. "So, don’t worry, you won't let her escape."Ava's smile was cold. "No, I won't. And even if she leaves prison, it would be so difficult for her."Luke's eyes softened. "Enough of that. Come sit on my lap."Ava paused, her hands still on her hips. But Luke's warm smile drew her in. He pulled his chair back, stretching his hands out to her. "Come here."Ava's resistance crumbled, and she let Luke drag her onto his lap. She settled into the warmth of his body, feeling a sense of comfort and security she rarely experienced.Luke wrapped his arms around her, his hands stroking her hair. "You're doing great, Ava. You're
The next day, Ava woke up to the warmth of Luke's body beside her. He was fast asleep, a peaceful expression on his face. They had shared a passionate night, their emotions raw and exposed.As Ava gazed at Luke, she felt a pang of uncertainty. Should she forgive Amelia and Jackson, let go of the past, and move on? But then her mind turned to her father's company and estate, still in Jackson’s grasp. Ava's determination hardened. She couldn't forgive until she had reclaimed what was rightfully hers.Ava sat up, her movements quiet so as not to disturb Luke. She reached for her phone and dialed Stanley's number. "Meet me at the office," she said, her voice low and urgent.After the call, Ava entered the bathroom, her mind already focused on the day ahead. She had a long bath, her thoughts racing with strategies and plans. She prepared herself for work, dressing in a sharp business suit, her hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail.As she left the bedroom, Luke stirred, his eyes opened lazi
The ride to Jackson's father's mansion was a long and arduous one, the tension building in Jackson's stomach like a twisted knot of fear. He couldn't bear the thought of being around his father, a man notorious for his ruthlessness and cunning. The mere presence of him made Jackson's skin crawl.As they approached the entrance gate of the mansion, Jackson's anxiety spiked. The gate was a grand, wrought-iron monstrosity, adorned with gold filigree and towering above the surrounding landscape like a sentinel. It was an expensive, ostentatious display of wealth, a testament to his father's excesses.The limousine glided smoothly through the gate and up the winding driveway, finally coming to a stop in front of the mansion's imposing facade. Jackson's heart sank as he gazed up at the sprawling structure, its walls seeming to loom over him like a physical manifestation of his father's oppressive presence.As he stepped out of the limousine, the first person to greet him was his Aunt Gloria
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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