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