The study door opened, and Jacob walked in, staring at Chase sleeping with his head resting on his desk, and a sigh left his lips. "You idiot," Jacob mumbled, walking further into the room. "How can she make you so happy and destroy all at once." He shook his head as he walked closer to his friend, leaning against his desk, and then he frowned when he heard the door open. His gaze darted to Jada as she stood in the doorway, watching the two with hesitation before asking, "Can I-" "Sure," Jacob said, walking away from the desk and approaching her. Then he stopped beside Jada, side-eyeing her, and said, "You know he doesn't stay in the study unless he's stressed about something and wants to drown it out of his head with work, right?" "I…" Jada mumbled, but Jacob walked away before she could say anything else, shutting the door shut. A sigh left her mouth, and then she turned to see Chase still sleeping. She stared for another second or two before walking towards him and sitting
As the tension in the room reached its peak, Jada's unwavering gaze met her uncle's harsh stare. She was unyielding, refusing to be rattled by his veiled words as she asked, "Andrew, Is that a threat?" In an instant, Rob and Rolex were by her side, standing tall and imposing. Their expressions were devoid of any emotion, and they made it clear that they were prepared to take action to protect Jada. As Andrew's frustration grew, he clenched his fists, but he knew he couldn't push this any further. He took a step back and sighed, his anger evident. "Take it as you see it," he muttered, his tone seething. "But remember, blood is thicker than water." With a chilling calmness, Jada responded, "Then I take it as a threat, and I don't respond well to threats, Uncle Andrew. So I will ask you again to clarify yourself." When Andrew realized that he was outnumbered and outmatched, he backed away even more from the desk, his frustration and anger evident in his clenched fists and clenched j
The silent tension that spiked between Jada and Xander made the secretary gasp quietly. Before anyone could say anything, however, Xander spoke again, his voice gentle. "How are you, Miss Hudson?" Slowly, Jada raised her fingers to her chin, pretending to scratch her face just to show off her engagement ring. Even though Xander's eyes caught a glimpse of it, he blinked a few times and then continued to smile pleasantly, keeping his mouth shut, waiting for Jada to respond. "Fine, thank you." She replied slowly, carefully observing Xander as though trying to figure him out. "What are you doing here?" He asked, his gaze shifting between Jada and the two guards behind her before he glanced over his shoulder. "Well, it's personal," Jada said, eyeing the receptionist. "Personal enough for you not to share a meeting session with me and Mr. Stark?" Xander asked with an arched brow. A hesitant look crossed Jada's face as she noticed the time on the wall clock and then darted her gaze t
After ending the discussion with Mr. Stark, Jada walked out of his office, and Rob and Rolex trailed behind her. When they reached the elevator and got in, Jada couldn't help but notice their uneasy faces and the fact that both of them had a hand resting behind their backs. "What happened?" she wondered out loud, noticing how Rob didn't meet her gaze, instead keeping his eyes fixated on the floor as the elevator doors slid shut. "Nothing happened, Miss Hudson." Rob sighed. Narrowing her eyes, Jada turned her attention toward Rolex and tried to keep her voice even as she spoke. "Are you sure? Because you have the most guilty look on your face, which means that something happened. Now tell me what happened." "Miss Hudson." Rolex sighed, glancing up finally. "it's nothing." Glaring suspiciously at him, Jada pressed her lips tightly into a thin line, and when she glanced at Rob, he averted his gaze, refusing to meet hers. Her eyes narrowed at the behavior of her bodyguards. But she
As Mr. Stark looked at Maria with a mixture of irritation and amusement, her threat didn't seem to faze him as much as she had hoped. "You underestimate me, little girl," he replied coolly. "I'm not one to be easily intimidated. I have dealt with much more dangerous situations in my business dealings." But Maria's determination didn't waver, and she met his gaze head-on, saying, "I may be young, but I have learned a few things from you during our 'arrangement.' I know where the skeletons are buried in your closets, Mr. Stark." Calmly, he leaned back in his chair, a hint of intrigue in his eyes. "Is that so?" "Oh, you think I'm playing... I knew a day would eventually come, so that is why I have kept evidence of our little trysts, just in case. I'm not as naive as you think." Maria said with a smirk. As the silent seconds passed by, Mr. Stark's amusement faded, and he regarded Maria with a more serious expression and tone, "You're playing a dangerous game, Maria." Meeting his eye
Resting her head back, Jada closed her eyes as Ben drove her, and for the longest, she just wallowed in her head. 'I miss him.' An abrupt thought snapped her out of her mood, and Jada raised her eyelids. Then she reached for her phone, scrolling through her contacts, and stopped at Chase's number. A smile crept on her lips as she dialed it, but after three separate calls, he didn't answer, he didn't pick up, and Jada felt her heart drop a little. Hesitantly, she looked at her driver and waited a few minutes before asking, "Ben, do you know when Chase will be leaving work today?" "Well, if the boss doesn't have any extra plans, he should be home by now," Ben said, eyeing her in the V-mirror. "Then can you please take me home?" "Huh?… Yes, of course." Darting her eyes to her screen, Jada hesitated to dial his number again, and then she tossed her phone on the passenger seat, resting her head against her hands as she stared outside at the passing scenery. Minutes later, the car
Stepping her feet on the cold tiles, Jada woke from the bed and approached the window, wrapping her arms around Chase's waist as she kissed his back, whispering, "Good morning," With a smile, he turned to face her, resting his hands on her hips, and pulled her to him, a chuckle escaping her lips as he said, "Morning, beautiful." After taking her warmth in, he asked, "About Stark, do you want me to talk to him?" With a beam, Jada looked up at him, watching the tenderness in his gaze, and then answered, "Yes. But I want us to do it together, okay? I will ask Gifty to set up a meeting with him, and then we can go from there." Nodding slightly, Chase pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and replied, "All right, babe. If you think that's best, we can do that." The rest of the morning was perfect, but as Jada was leaving the house for work, she got to the car, and then her phone started ringing. Seeing Leon's name, she felt her mood ruined as a sense of rage spiked in her. Just then,
Sitting behind his desk, Mr. Stark's phone rang, and he smiled at the caller ID as it displayed his secretary's name. "What is it?" He answered, leaning back in his chair, eyes closing for a moment. "Mr. Aniston is here to see you." Her voice came across the line, and she sounded stressed. Instantly, Mr. Stark's eyes popped open and he sat up straight, his expression becoming serious at her words. "Let him come in!" He said immediately. "Make some tea and cookies for him. " "Yes, boss!" She said before hanging up on him. Moments later, the doors opened, and Chase walked in with Jacob, and a look of fear crossed Mr. Stark's face. Immediately, he stood from his chair, walking briskly to meet them and giving an awkward smile when they stopped before him. His heart was beating fast, his breathing quickened, and he felt like he might pass out as he said, "Mr. Aniston, welcome to my office. Please have a seat. Can I get you anything to drink? Tea, perhaps?" He gestured towards
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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