After a prolonged pause, Mr. Anderson began to speak, and a hushed silence descended upon the audience. His voice, usually filled with warmth and encouragement, had an icy edge. He looked directly at Andrew, piercing him with a gaze that seemed to lay bare his deepest secrets. "Mr. Hudson," Mr. Anderson's voice boomed through the microphone, "But I also must admit that I am extremely disappointed. Everything you just said a few minutes ago had nothing to do with the entry that PNC sent. You stand here, representing the company's values and ideals, and yet you have shown a complete disregard for honesty and integrity." A hushed gasp rippled through the crowd, and all eyes turned to Andrew. His face reddened with embarrassment, and he could feel the weight of the audience's judgment bearing down on him. Summoning what little remained of his pride, Andrew's mouth felt glued together as he slowly descended from the stage, his head held high in a futile attempt to conceal his shame. Wh
Enjoying the calmness in the study, Mr. Hudson had just settled into his leather armchair, savoring the peace that surrounded his grand mansion. The dimly lit library was his haven. The crackling fire in the hearth added to the soothing atmosphere, casting flickering shadows across the shelves lined with centuries-old books. As he leafed through the pages of a classic novel, Mr. Hudson's smartphone rang, shattering the peaceful silence. He frowned and retrieved the device from the antique table beside him, his heart quickening with unease at the sight of his son Andrew's name flashing on the device. Swiping the screen to accept the call, Mr. Hudson's voice trembled slightly as he spoke, "Andrew, is that you?" The voice on the other end sounded strained and far away, and Mr. Hudson could sense something was terribly wrong. "Dad, it's me," Andrew replied weakly. "I'm back in the country, but there's been an incident. I fainted, and they rushed me to the hospital." Fear gripped Mr.
After watching the damning video of his son's deception, Mr. Hudson's emotions were turbulent. Anger, disappointment, and concern churned within him, but he knew that he couldn't confront Andrew in his fragile state. "What did I do in this life to have such a disappointment for a son." He mumbled as he clenched his fists, trying to rein in his emotions and think rationally. As he pondered his next move, Mr. Hudson suddenly overheard the hushed conversation of a group of nurses near the hospital corridor. Their voices were low, but their words caught his attention. "...Mr. Hudson is in the building," one nurse whispered to her colleagues. "If he asks, we need to lie to him about Andrew not being fine and healthy." Those words made Mr. Hudson's heart sink as he strained to listen further and thought, 'Why would the nurses be instructed to deceive me about Andrew's condition? What was happening behind the scenes?' Some of the nurses hesitated, their moral compasses clearly conflicti
The black sedan glided smoothly through the narrow, winding roads of the neighborhood, the tires crunching on the gravel as it approached Chase's mansion. Beatrice Aniston gazed out of the window, her eyes hidden behind a pair of oversized sunglasses as her driver, Mr. Patterson navigated the vehicle expertly. As the mansion loomed into view, Beatrice's heart quickened with anticipation. She had decided to pay Chase a surprise visit, a decision she knew would irk him. 'I am his grandmother, and I have every right to meet him since he has decided to ignore me for weeks and weeks again.' She mumbled at the thought of his anger. The car came to a halt in front of the grand entrance, and Mr. Patterson quickly stepped out, circling around to open Beatrice's door. She emerged gracefully, her posture impeccable despite her age. She adjusted her hat, straightened her dress, and marched up to the front door, ringing the doorbell. Butler Jamie, a tall man in his fifties with a balding head,
As Chase stepped further into the kitchen, his presence seemed to cast a shadow over the room, and his eyes narrowed as he took in the scene before him. Jada's hand trembled from the burn as she blinked back tears, and Beatrice stood there, her stern expression unwavering. "What did you just say to her?" Chase repeated, his voice growing stern and demanding. Taking aback by the coldness in his tone, Mrs. Aniston's gaze shifted from Jada to her grandson, and a sly smile crept onto her lips. "Oh, my dear Chase, I was just making a simple observation. It seems that dear Jada here couldn't even manage to bake a batch of biscuits without burning herself. I was merely wondering if she's cut out for the responsibilities of a wife." But Chase ignored her words, and without a moment's hesitation, he dashed across the kitchen, closing the distance between them in an instant. Hugging her wrist, Jada stood there, clutching her singed hand, tears welling in her eyes, asking, "Are you okay?" W
That morning, as Evalin bustled around the kitchen, preparing to make breakfast for Jada and her boss, Chase strode into the room, his usually stoic face adorned with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Evalin," Chase began, his voice carrying a setting excitement that shocked her, "I'm going to be the one preparing breakfast for Jada this morning." Dropping the spoon, Evalin's eyes widened in disbelief. She had heard him correctly, hadn't she? The idea of Chase, the man who rarely even made himself a cup of coffee, stepping into the kitchen to cook breakfast was nothing short of astonishing. And her fellow maids, who were in the kitchen then, exchanged skeptical glances. Since they had been working for him, Chase had never done anything of the sort for anyone, not even himself. He was the kind of person who could afford to have an entire staff catering to his every need. The maids and staff had often wondered if there was anyone in the world who could crack the exterior of the formid
As Jada stepped out of the elegant dining room, her heart pounded with curiosity and annoyance, and she felt hesitant to answer her cousin's call. Yet she did and couldn't help but glance back at the shut dining room door. "Hello?" Jada's voice was tentative. "Jada, it's me, Maria," came her cousin's voice from the other end. With a furrowed brow, Jada felt a wave of unease wash over her. She hadn't spoken to Maria in a while, and their last interaction had been far from pleasant. "What do you want?" Jada asked cautiously, her guard up. There was a moment of silence on the other end, and Jada could almost feel Maria's hesitation. Then, finally, Maria spoke, her voice sounding almost desperate. "Jada, we need to meet up. It's important." There was a long pause, and Jada couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the urgency in Maria's voice. "Meet up? Why should I? After all the trouble you and your father have caused me? How do I know this isn't some sort of trap to hurt me?" Jada a
As Melissa watched Jada's eyes, she seemed to relish in her discomfort, her triumphant smile never leaving her face, saying, "Yes, it was pretty unexpected for me, too, but she made it clear that I'm the one he's meant to be with. She's been grooming me to be a part of their family." As Melissa continued to berate Jada with her haughty words, the tension in the lobby grew intense. Melissa's tone became increasingly condescending as she attempted to undermine Jada's confidence. "Oh, Jada," Melissa sneered, "you must be so proud of yourself for snaring a man like Chase, but let's not kid ourselves. He's just been slumming it with you, and it's time for him to return to where he truly belongs." Scowling at her, Jada felt her patience waning, but she took a deep breath and reminded herself that she was not going to stoop to Melissa's level. Instead, she straightened her posture, her resolve hardening as she remembered her worth. Just as Melissa was about to unleash another wave of ins
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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