Shutting the door, Chase's brows furrowed, his expression pensive as he took a step closer to Jada, his hand reaching out to gently brush her cheek. "I don't think Jacob hates you," he said softly, his eyes filled with concern. "There's a complicated history between me and you, and I suppose it's spilled over into his perception of you." "Me and you?" Jada mumbled, her voice barely a whisper. Resting both his palms on her cheeks, Chase looked into her eyes and said, "My whole life has been about running the family businesses. Everything else was a nuisance until I saw you, and you became my distraction. Call it love or obsession... I wanted to have you. But I made the mistake of going about it the business way..." Speechless, Jada's breath hitched, her gaze locked with his, unable to tear herself away from the intensity of his confession. "Let's just say the old you didn't appreciate the business deal between your father and me, and let's just say I was a mess because everything
Mumbling to herself, Maria stumbled through the dimly lit hallway, the scent of alcohol clinging to her like a second skin. Her heels clacked unevenly against the polished marble floor. She was halfway between tipsy and drunk as she approached the grand staircase, her vision blurred. Waiting at the bottom of the staircase, with a stern and disapproving expression etched on his face, was her father. He stood there, arms crossed, his expression of stern disapproval, and as Maria's unsteady steps gave her away, his eyes darkened further. "Maria," he began, his voice sharp and laced with frustration, "Do you have any idea what time it is?" Stopping, Maria squinted at him and mumbled incoherently before her laughter, tinged with the remnants of her alcohol-fueled merriment, bubbled up as she reached the bottom of the stairs. "Daddy, it's called having fun. You should try it sometime." "It's half past two, Maria! You were supposed to be home hours ago." Andrew's face darkened as he la
When the door to Leon's room burst open and Maria stepped in, he scowled, glancing away from his phone. She could see the look of madness on his face, the way he glared at her, his brow creased slightly. "What the fuck is wrong with you now?" Maria mumbled, a bit sober now. "Who else but your bitch cousin would make me fuck up. Did you hear the recording that she released to the press about me?!" Leon roared, and Maria shrank back a little. "It's like she's a whole different woman!!" Stepping back hastily, Maria flicked as he threw his phone across the room at her, watching as it shattered on the tile, and then she looked back up into his dark eyes. "She recorded our conversation that day! No wonder she was so unruly with her words, bitting me into talking my head off so she could use it against me." He growled. In fear, Maria's mouth fell open a little in shock as Leon stalked towards the table and flipped it over, picking up a book and smashing its cover on the ground before
On a crisp Sunday morning, the Hudson mansion exuded an air of tension and excitement. The scent of blooming roses saturated the grand halls as sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting golden rays on the polished marble floors, creating a mesmerizing dance of light and shadow. In the grand foyer, the maids, dressed in pristine white uniforms, moved with grace and precision, their diligent hands meticulously arranging fresh flowers in elegant vases. Their collective efforts transformed the space into a floral paradise, a symphony of vibrant colors and delicate petals that seemed to come alive with each passing moment as Mrs. Jenkins, the head maid, stood at the center of it all, her sharp eyes surveying the preparations with a mix of authority and pride. Outside the grand entrance of the mansion, the first to arrive was Andrew Hudson, the embodiment of refined elegance and authority. As he stepped out of his vehicle, his tall figure cast a commanding shadow on the gr
Soon, the Hudson mansion was crawling with immediate family members, crowding in the living room, but Mr. Hudson looked unpleased by their sight. "Good morning, Father. Happy birthday." Andrew said, walking over to the old man. "You.. you don't look happy." "The only one of you who brought pride to my legacy is dead, and with everything that has happened with Jada, I don't know if she would show up. How can I celebrate and be happy in the midst of a bunch of failures!" Silence settled in the room as the sibling's faces fell in shame. After several moments, Mr. Hudson frowned, shaking his head as he mumbled, "I should have waited to die before sharing my inheritance. At least that would have spared me from seeing my own failure as a parent in raising you lowlife!" "Father, please, you know your health is not good. You must take better care of yourself and-" "Shut up, boy! Don't preach to me when it is all because of you all that I live in stress all day long. Somehow, you manag
The room was silent for a moment, the guests frozen in shock at Jada's announcement. But then, the mumbling slowly began. Everyone knew that Jada rejected Chase to get married to Leon, and now, she has divorced Leon to marry Chase. The scandalous of the entire situation had become the talk of the town, and the guests couldn't help but whisper amongst themselves, their eyes darting between Jada, Chase, and Leon. But despite the murmurs and the disapproving looks, Jada stood tall and proud, her eyes locked onto Mr. Husdon. "I know this might come as a surprise, grandfather," she said, her voice steady and unwavering. "But Chase and I love each other, and we want to spend the rest of our lives together." "Mr. Hudson, please, talk some sense into my wife. She had suffered a lot of trauma to her brain after getting shot in the head, and Mr. Aniston knew that! In fact, he visited my wife the entire month she was in the hospital, and when she woke up, he was the first face she saw. Like a
The tension in the grand hall started to intensify, but then Mr. Hudson's words broke through as he chuckled and said, "Let's not let the night go to waste by wallowing. There's enough food for you all to fill your bellies and wine to get wasted on, so let's make my seventy birthday a night to remember!" His words erupted laughter and cheers as the guests started to loosen up, and soon, the tension that had hung in the air dissipated. The room buzzed with conversation and laughter once again as people began to mingle and enjoy the festivities of Mr. Hudson's seventieth birthday. Chase, however, couldn't shake off the unsettling words Maria had thrown at him. The venom in her voice had cut deep, and doubts began to creep into his mind. As the festivities continued around him, he found himself retreating into a secluded corner of the grand hall, seeking solace in the dimly lit space. Leaning against a decorative pillar, Chase's mind swirled with conflicting emotions. He had always b
Silently, Jada's heart sank as she watched her grandfather, the man who looked so tough a couple minutes ago, express such vulnerability, and she took a seat across from him. "Grandfather, I don't want to make you hopeless," Jada whispered, her eyes flaring with sadness. "Why would you say that?" "Mr. Aniston is an extremely powerful man. His heart is not to be trifled with," Mr Hudson replied, his voice trembling with emotion. "If you don't love him, then stop whatever game you are playing while he is still considerable to you. Just because you were lucky the first time, it doesn't mean-" "You too... Even you believe that my feeling for Chase is fake." Jada felt a lump form in her throat as she struggled to hold back tears. "I saw how much you fought to be with Leon. Your father and you were on awful terms back then because he accepted the contract from Chase and set the date for your wedding. I remember when you came crying to me years ago, you said that he was selling you to a
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The morning sun danced through the lace curtains, casting a warm glow across the spacious room. Beaming, Jada stood in front of the grand mirror, her reflection a vision of ethereal beauty. The ivory gown hugged her slender frame, cascading down in layers of delicate lace and silk. A symphony of beaded embellishments adorned the bodice, shimmering like stardust on a moonlit night. As she admired her reflection, her heart swelled with excitement and anticipation. The room buzzed with the sound of laughter and joy as Sarah, Katherine, and Ivy, gathered around her. Their faces were aglow with love and pride, mirroring Jada's own emotions. With gentle hands, they carefully fastened the buttons on her gown, each intricate detail an homage to the love she shared with Chase. Suddenly, Sarah wiped away a stray tear that escaped the corner of her eye. "Oh, Jada, you look positively radiant. Chase is one lucky man to have you." "Indeed, my dear. Your love story is one for the ages. It warm
One Year Later The screeching tires echoed through the deserted parking lot as Ben expertly maneuvered the black car to a smooth stop. A symphony of engines ceased their purring, one after another, as the sixteen vehicles following in his wake mirrored his actions. For a while, Jacob, his sharp eyes never leaving the screen of his phone, got down with the other, and then he finally glanced up from the glow of the device. His commanding voice cut through the stillness. "Master Chase and Lady Jada are coming outside with young master," Men clad in impeccably tailored black suits emerged from the shadows, their presence commanding attention. They fanned out around the car, forming a protective circle, a formidable wall of security. Each man radiated an aura of strength, their eyes scanning the surroundings with a practiced vigilance. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the airport in a hazy twilight. The flickering glow of the streetlights above bathed the scene in an othe
A look of fear crossed Jada's face, her voice quivered, and her eyes darted anxiously around the room as she cried, "The police... Why would the police come to us?" "Don't worry, rest yourself, and this will all be over," Chase said, stroking her cheeks to calm the stress that itched on her face. As he was about to leave the bed, Jada grabbed his hand, her grip tight and desperate. She looked up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes and said, "I want to come with you." "No, stay," Chase said, gently but firmly. "I am not some dog!" "Babe, you know that's not what I mean," "Stress is not good for our baby," "That's why I don't want you to come," "If I stay back, I am going to die from anxiety." Silence settled between them, the weight of their emotions intensifying in the dimly lit room, and Chase brushed his palm over his face and mumbled in his head, 'This is either going to break us up... or you love me beyond what I can ever imagine.' Then he nodded at her, a tiny smile
Panicking, Melissa sat in the private room of Greenland Restaurant, staring at Chase's message on her screen, "Meet me there by 12." But it was 12:30 and he had not shown up yet. With a scowl, she glanced at the empty glass, knowing that the bottle was also empty. Suddenly, the door opened, and in walked Chase. His eyes met hers and the was this coldness that flashed across them. "What is it?" Melissa asked worriedly as he sat down next to her on the table and put his arms behind his head, letting out a yawn. "You killed Maria, didn't you." Chase's eyes flashed dangerously in amusement, as a smile tugged at the corner of his lips, despite the anger seething within his chest. "You bought Lennon Haven, set a trap with Maria helps to kill Jada, and when your plans were falling apart, you left Maria in that building and triggered the bomb, blasting the building and killing her inside. Truth or truth?" Chase asked as a cruel smile played upon his face. "Who told you those lies?" sh
The sound of water dripping echoed in Leon's ears, reverberating through the dimly lit room. He sat in a chair, his wrists tightly bound behind the backrest, feeling the cold metal dig into his skin. The chill in the air seemed to seep into his bones, adding to the discomfort that already plagued him. As his head throbbed with pain, he struggled to make sense of his surroundings. The air smelled musty, like a forgotten cellar left untouched for years. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps grew louder, resonating in his ears and sending a shiver down his spine. The dread of the unknown gripped him, his heart pounding in his chest. And then, in one swift motion, the blindfold was yanked from his face. His eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, and fear washed over him as he found himself staring into Chase's cold, unyielding eyes. The look of rage etched on Chase's face was raw, causing a lump to form in Leon's throat. Before he could utter a single word, Chase's fist slammed into his nose w
As Chase's eyes bore into Derry Lennon's trembling form, the weight of his threat hanging heavily in the room, the CEO's face drained of color as he struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation he found himself in. Sweat glistened on his forehead, a testament to the fear that coursed through his veins. With wild eyes, Derry's voice quivered as he stammered, "Two... two weeks? But... but I... I don't deserve this! I didn't know what Melissa was planning! I never wanted any harm to come to Jada!" Glaring down at him, Chase's expression remained cold, his voice devoid of empathy. "Your involvement, whether intentional or not, led to an attempt on Jada's life. I could easily have your blood spilled on this very floor, but I'm showing you mercy. Two weeks, Derry. Two weeks to turn yourself in and face the consequences." The feeling of Chase's men's eyes on him made Derry's hands clenched into fists as he struggled to find his voice. "I... I can't just... I have a family, a reput
When Jada walked into their bedroom, she froze at the sight of Chase taking off his shirt, and the deep scar on his back made tears well up in her eyes. The scars from the burn on his back made her heart hurt, and she took steps toward him, stopping. Then her fingers rested on his skin. When Chase felt her touch, he closed his eyes, leaning into Jada’s hand on his back, and mumbled, "It has healed nicely, hasn't it?" "Our baby is so lucky to have a dad like you," Jada whispered, tracing the scars on his skin with delicate fingers. "You're such a good man." She mumbled, kissing his back, and Chase turned around, smiling down at her. Then he squatted, resting his palm on Jada's stomach, whispering, "Hey, bubby... Are you enjoying yourself in there?" "I can't believe Peanut is five weeks now." She pouted. "Peanut?" "Did you see the Ultrasound? Our baby was so small." A laugh left Chase's mouth as he kissed Jada's temple, saying, "Peanut if only five weeks, my love... and don't
Meeting his eyes, Jada hesitated, the weight of her past pressing down on her as she contemplated sharing the most intimate details of her childhood with Chase. But she knew that he deserved to understand her perspective, so she began to speak, her voice soft and filled with emotions. "Growing up, my world was a bit of a paradox. On the one hand, I had the privilege of being raised in a wealthy and influential family, but on the other hand, I felt a sense of isolation and detachment from it all. My parents, especially my father, were deeply immersed in the world of business. The HH Corporation was everything to him, and he had little time or inclination to be a father. I think he believed that providing for me financially was enough." Calmly, Jada approached the bed, sitting by him, and took his hand in hers, staring down at the floor. Then she squeezed his hand and said, "I was closest to Maria the most. She was older than me, and I looked up to her like a big sister. Maria was t