When Jada said nothing, Chase knew he wasn't going to get the truth out of her, at least not now. The weight of their tangled emotions seemed overwhelming, and he could see the fear in her eyes, the fear of losing him, the fear of the consequences of her actions. Gently, Chase eased himself out of the wheelchair, wincing as he put weight on his injured leg. He moved onto the bed beside Jada and pulled her into his arms, despite the discomfort, holding her close. "I am not going to force you. When you feel like the time is right, you can tell me everything," Chase said softly, his breath tickling the strands of Jada's hair as he spoke. While they lay together in the hospital room, their fingers intertwined, Jada took a deep breath and looked into Chase's eyes. "Chase, there's something I need to tell you," she started, her gaze locked on his. "I know you've been through a lot, and I don't want to add to your worries, but I believe it's time for you to know the truth about why I
With a sigh, Jada's gaze dropped to Chase, her heart sinking as she realized the difficult situation she had found herself in. She swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she mumbled, "Jacob, I can explain..." "Explain? You have got a lot of guts, Jada! Chase has a bruised spinal cord because of you! He's in a damn wheelchair, and you're sitting here acting like everything's fine?" Jacob cut her off, his voice rising. Instantly, Jada gasped, her sob got caught in her throat, and as Jacob frowned at her emotional outburst, his eyes burned with anger as he looked at Jada, his hands still clenched in fists by his sides. Trying to not lose his mind, Chase finally spoke up, his voice surprisingly steady. "Jacob, please calm down. Jada and I were just talking." "Talking? Is that what you call it? Chase, you're not thinking clearly right now. She's the reason you're in this state and the last person you should be talking to." Jacob scoffed, his anger unabated. "You guys show just break up
As the car approached the villa's entrance, Jada's grip on Chase's hand tightened. The sight of their home provided a bittersweet comfort. This place held countless memories of love, laughter, and endless possibilities. But now, the thought of Chase confined to a wheelchair within these walls weighed heavy on Jada's heart. When the car finally pulled to a stop, Jacob stepped out to open the door, and Chase emerged in his wheelchair with a quilted blanket draped over his legs, and Jada followed closely him. And beside her was Dr. Asher. The moment they got inside the hall and to the staircase, with meticulous care, Jacob and Rolex gently lifted Chase from the chair and carried him up the long flight of stairs. But, Jada stood back, her hands trembling, as tears welled up in her eyes, and she felt weak in her knees. Turning to Dr. Asher, Jada's voice quivered with fear and desperation, saying, "About Chase... It's been two weeks already... Will he... will he ever be able to walk
Eight weeks had passed since the accident that had changed everything for Chase, and for that time period, he hid away from the world, making his medical report sealed. For eight weeks, Jada had dedicated herself to taking care of Chase, never leaving his side. Her days were filled with endless routines of therapy sessions, encouraging words, and unwavering support, and she started working from home during that time. Every morning, like clockwork, Jada would prepare Chase's breakfast and roll his wheelchair to his bedside. She had become a master at making oat, scrambled eggs and toast just the way he liked it. Jada would greet him with a warm smile, a beam that hid her worry and fear. She had seen Chase at his lowest, and every day, she hoped for a sign, any sign, that he was getting better. On this Wednesday morning, as Jada brought in a tray of food, she noticed something different. Chase wasn't in his usual position, lying in bed, propped up with pillows. Instead, he was stand
As the afternoon sun lazily peeked through the sheer curtains, casting a warm golden glow on the plush carpet, Jada stirred from her peaceful slumber, her eyes fluttering open. Blinking away the leftovers of sleep, she found herself wrapped in Chase's strong embrace, his arm draped protectively over her bare waist. It was moments like these that Jada cherished when the world seemed to fade away, and it was just the two of them, entwined in a love so profound it transcended the bounds of reality. But as the soft melodies of the afternoon danced through the room, a sudden intrusion shattered their haven. Jada's phone, on the nightstand beside her, erupted into a cacophony of shrill rings, jolting her out of his tender embrace. Her heart raced anxiety coursing through her veins as she grabbed the device, her fingers trembling slightly. It has been two months since Maria's death, and she has been avoiding talking to her grandfather and uncle Phillip, afraid of the lies that Andrew migh
Gazing out the windshield, Jada's heart pounded in her chest as the four black ARMORED MERCEDES-BENZ G63 AMG glided to a stop in front of the glass doors of HH's headquarters. Immediately, Rolex rushed from one of the vehicles and opened the door for her, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a hawk-like intensity. After what happened two months ago, he was always on high alert. Now they were off their eight-week break, and Jada was back to work, he knew that her life was still in danger and everyone was a suspect. Stepping out of the car, Jada sighed at the sight of the company, memories of her parents playing in her mind of the perfect days spent here as she approached the building. The moment Jada stepped into the lobby of HH's, it was bustling with men in black suits, their serious expressions etched onto their faces. She recognized none of them. They stood in strategic positions, their gazes sweeping the room, vigilant and watchful. Their presence sent a shiver down her
As Jada's defiant words settled in the atmosphere, a stunned silence fell upon the boardroom. The board members shifted uncomfortably in their seats, their eyes darting between Jada and Madam Aniston, unsure how to react. Fear crept into their hearts as they realized the consequences of Jada's daring challenge to the matriarch of the Aniston family. They had witnessed the power and influence that Madam Aniston held, and now, they feared that Jada had defiled her. Whispers filled the room, murmurs of doubt and concern, as they began to question in their heads Jada's intentions and her place in HH Inc. The board members, once loyal to Jada and her vision for HH Incorporation, now turned against her, desperate to distance themselves from any association because of her defiance. "Please, Madam Aniston," Mr. Richardson pleaded, his words laced with desperation. "Don't let her arrogance deceive you. Jada doesn't understand the magnitude of what she's saying. We can't risk the stability
In the midst of the silence, Jada sat alone in her office, her thoughts consumed by the recent confrontation of events. The atmosphere in the room was tense as she tried to calm down. When the door suddenly swung open, Jada's heart skipped a beat, watching Tony Aniston strode into the room with an air of authority, his eyes filled with anger and disappointment. Without wasting a moment, Tony slammed his hand down on the desk. "I have heard some disturbing news. Chase has been crippled for the past two months because of you. And Rob... Rob nearly lost his life. Is this true?" As Tony's words echoed through the room, Jada's heart sank. She could feel the weight of his disappointment pressing down upon her, threatening to consume her completely. But she tried to stay calm and met Tony's gaze, her eyes brimming with remorse and regret, and then said, "I... I didn't mean for any of this to happen... I never wanted Chase to get hurt. I never wanted anyone to suffer because of me." "Do
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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