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
Mr. Timberlake's anger was unrelenting, his words dripping with venom. "Where did you go, boy? Why did you neglect me? Why didn't you tell me about the divorce? Why is Amelia rotting in jail? You're a disappointment, Jackson. A complete and utter failure." Jackson cowered, his apologies falling on deaf ears. "I'm sorry, father...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to hurt you... I meant to tell you but…" “But what! You imbecile. You’re just a waste of resources. There’s nothing I’ve not given you or done for you and what do I receive in return? Nothing but disappointment and failures.” Mr. Timberlake's rage only intensified his slaps and blows raining down on Jackson's face and body like a torrent. Jackson's cries of "Enough!" were ignored, his father's fury unyielding. “Father, Enough!” He yelled and Mr. Timberlake’s hands stopped midway in shock. Finally, Aunt Gloria intervened, her voice calm and soothing. "Let's all cool down, shall we? We should take things slowly. This isn't sol
Mr. Timberlake sat in silence for a while, pondering the weight of Jackson's words. Could it be true? Could Amelia have been deceiving him all along? Could John not be his son? He shook his head, trying to clear the doubts that had begun to creep into his mind. No, he couldn't let Jackson's accusations get to him. He needed to see Amelia, to hear her side of the story. He needed to know the truth. He picked up his phone and dialed a number, his mind racing with possibilities. "Get the car ready, I'm heading to the hospital to see Amelia," he barked into the receiver. "Yes, sir," his driver replied, his voice crisp and efficient. As he stood to leave, his sister Gloria stepped into his path, her eyes filled with concern. "Where are you going, brother?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle. Mr. Timberlake's expression turned cold, his jaw clenched in determination. "That's none of your business, Gloria. Just stay where you are and don't interfere with my business," he growled, hi
Amelia thought frantically, trying to come up with a convincing lie. But as she looked into Mr. Timberlake's eyes, she knew she couldn't escape the truth. She took a deep breath and whispered, "It's Uncle Smith. It happened a long time ago, even before I married Jackson. He...he took advantage of me, raped me, and then blackmailed me into keeping quiet." She covered her eyes, fear trembling in her voice. "I couldn't bring myself to tell Jackson. I was ashamed and scared. If there was a way to get rid of Uncle Smith, I would. I've been trapped in this nightmare for so long." The room remained silent, Amelia's heart pounding in her chest. She slowly opened her eyes, whispering, "Father..." Mr. Timberlake's expression twisted in anger. "Don't 'father' me," he growled, closing the gap between them. His hands wrapped around her neck, his grip tightening. "Who is the father of the child?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing. Amelia flinched, her voice barely audible. "It's...it's
As they sped into the distance, the night swallowing them whole, Amelia gazed out the window, her mind racing with thoughts of freedom. The darkness outside seemed to mirror the darkness she had left behind, but she knew she was headed toward a brighter and better future. Only if she has changed her goal. Meanwhile, back at Jackson's apartment, he sat in his room, surrounded by shadows. The soft glow of the lamp beside him cast a warm light on the old album he pulled out, its pages yellowed with a bit of age. The first photo showed him and Emily, now Ava, on their wedding day. He couldn't help but smile as he remembered the joy and love they had shared.As he gazed at the picture, a flashback washed over him, transporting him back to that magical day.He stood at the altar, his black hair combed perfectly, his eyes fixed on the entrance. The surroundings were bright, filled with sunlight streaming through stained glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the floor. The atten
Ava walked into Madmus Estate, surrounded by a flurry of reporters, all clamoring to ask her questions about the new changes and her feelings about regaining her father's company. The air was electric with anticipation, and Ava's presence only added to the excitement. She had released a press briefing earlier, revealing her true identity as Emily Greenfield, and the media was eager for more. Now, She was the latest trending Hit!Emily Greenfield a.k.a Ava Richardson is Back!The swamp of reporters rushed to block her from entering the estate, to clear their doubts on the new information. As she stopped in her tracks, a reporter from a prominent news channel shouted, "Ms. Greenfield, or should I say, Ms. Richardson, can you confirm that you're officially back and seeking justice against the Timberlake? What does this mean for the future of Madmus Estate?"Ava's expression turned determined, her eyes flashing with a fierce inner light. "I'm officially back, and I will take back everyt
The meeting with the stakeholders was already underway, with everyone seated and waiting for Jackson's arrival. As he entered the room, they all stood up to greet him, except for Ava, who remained seated and relaxed, her eyes fixed on Jackson with a hint of amusement.Jackson cleared his throat, trying to compose himself, and made his way to his seat at the head of the table. "Let's get started, shall we?" he said, trying to sound confident.One of the stakeholders, a middle-aged man with a stern expression, spoke up. "Jackson, before we begin, I have to ask. Did you really steal the company from Ava, or should I say, Emily Greenfield? Because the story you told us about her willing the company over to you doesn't quite add up."Jackson shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to cover his lies. "Well, it's not exactly like that. Ava and I had an agreement, a contractual arrangement..."Ava raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical, but she remained silent, letting Jackson dig hims
Uncle Smith sat in the prison cafeteria, eating his lunch, when a warden approached him. "Hey! Fool, you have a call. Come with me to answer it." The warden's voice was firm and very unkind.Uncle Smith's curiosity was piqued as he followed the warden to the phone stand. Who could be calling him? He hadn't had a visitor in weeks, and his phone calls were few and far between. As he walked, he wondered if it might be his lawyer, calling with some update on his case. Or maybe it was a friend, checking in to see how he was doing.But as he reached the phone stand and picked up the receiver, he heard a voice that made his heart skip a beat. "Hello, Uncle Smith," Amelia said, her voice warm and familiar.He immediately looked around, covering the speaker with his hand, whispering harshly, "Amelia? What’s going on? Why are you just calling me now? Why haven't I been released yet? Have you forgotten about me? I thought you were working on getting me out of here."Amelia's voice was apologetic