After the wedding, Luke had arranged a luxurious hotel suite for their honeymoon. It was located in the middle of the city. Now, Ava was seated in the bedroom, changing into a comfortable dress, when Luke staggered in, his eyes glassy from too much celebration. “You’re here?” Ava looked up at the lamp beside her to where Luke relaxed on the wall. "Luke, you're wasted! How much did you have to drink exactly?" Luke leaned forward and back trying to stand properly. His eyes slurring."I'm not drunk, I'm just... happy." He said but looking at him from Ava’s standpoint, he was wasted. Even more sexy than his usual form. His hair was wet and scattered, his shirt free from his waist and a bottle in his right hand. Surely he looked like a drunkard. “How happy are you exactly?” Ava stood to approach him where he was. Her eyes were on him. Luke didn’t move but as this woman kept closing the distance between them, he could feel his heart rising and screaming danger. "Happy? You can ba
“Madam,” Stanley called out with a bow and approached her where she stood, her arms crossed. “What are you doing here?” Ava looked around, her face unyielding. “I’m sure Luke sent you?” Ava was certain. She had even seen him planting a tracker on the car Luke was going to give her as a gift before the wedding. She had been observing Luke without his notice and to think she was a fool, she had to drag Stanley this far from the mansion and Luke so she could have a conversation with him, without anyone knowing. “What are you doing here ma’am? This place is not safe for you to be at.” Instead of a reply, he tried to evade. Foolish for him not to know that Ava was steps ahead. All her plans to take revenge were in play. There was no one going to stop her from doing it, only herself. So if he was going to play dumb, he should think of a better idea. “I asked a question and you have not answered yet. What are you doing here, Stanley? Did Luke send you?” She asked again, this tim
“You’re married?”Mia scoffed, “When did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me?” She glared at Luke but he was finding it difficult to reply just a simple question. “Em…” Luke scratched the back of his head nervously.“And you are? You keep asking my husband questions when you haven’t replied to me yet.” Ava stepped in, trying to back Luke up.“Sorry, for the unwelcome intrusion.” She apologized, bowing her head slightly. “I’m Mia Santiago, Luke’s Ex.” She had to mention the part that she was Luke’s Ex. This spites Ava even more. Her hands outstretched to receive Ava’s hands, they both maintained a furious glare. Luke immediately jumped in between. “Mia, let's talk outside.” He said, pulling her along as Ava watched them exit. Now, Ava was left with Stanley in the room, his head bent. Ava sluggishly looked up to him, saying, “Haven’t told him yet?”“Hmm..” Stanley mouthed, his head easing up. “About my whereabouts…last night…” Ava's eyes narrowed. She wanted to know how trustworthy
Ava walked towards the East Beach Cafe, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the salty air filling her lungs. The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the bustling cafe. She navigated through the crowd, her eyes scanning the patio area for a familiar face. That's when she saw her - Mia Santiago, Luke's ex, waving her hands cheerfully in the air, catching Ava's attention.As Ava approached, Mia's smile stretched wide, and she extended her hand for a handshake."Hey, Ava! Thanks for meeting me," Mia said, her voice bubbly.Ava shook her hand, her curiosity piqued. "Mia, why did you want to meet up?" she asked directly, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Did Luke know of this?” Mia's expression faltered for a moment, a hint of dissatisfaction crossing her face. "Can we grab a cup of tea and talk? Please?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of desperation.Ava nodded, and they walked towards the cafe, the tension between them palpable. What did Mia want
The atmosphere in the room became heavy with tension. Mia could sense Ava's struggle, but she couldn't ignore the hurt that Ava could bring to Luke. She wanted to help Ava find a solution, but she also wanted to protect Luke from further pain.Ava could tell that Mia was frustrated with her, and she felt ashamed for causing anyone such distress. She knew that her actions were wrong, but she was caught in a web of her own making and didn't know how to get out.Ava took a deep breath and said, "If I were to divorce Luke, it would hurt him even more, Mia. I'm trying to avoid that."Mia's expression turned resolute. "So…you’d continue staying married to him, then. For his sake."Ava nodded, her eyes locked onto Mia's. "I understand. And don't worry, Mia. I have everything under control."Mia's gaze lingered, searching for any sign of deception. Then, she sighed defeated, her shoulders slumping. "If you hurt him, Ava... don't blame me for what I'll do to you."The threat hung in the air,
At the Timberlakes' mansion, Amelia and Jackson arrived for an evening meal, a rare occurrence for Jackson, who had never ventured here during his marriage to Emily. However, with Amelia by his side, he made occasional appearances. As they entered the opulent sitting room, they found Mr. Timberlake seated in his favorite armchair, a cold grin spreading across his face.Before them, a man groveled on the floor, his hands clasped together in a desperate plea. "Please, Mr. Timberlake, forgive me! I don't have the money yet to pay back what I owe!"Mr. Timberlake's gaze remained fixed on the man, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "You should have thought of that before you borrowed from me, Marcus. Now, you'll have to face the consequences."Amelia's eyes widened in discomfort, while Jackson's expression turned grim. He had witnessed Mr. Timberlake's ruthless dealings before, but it never got easier to watch.As they stood there, the atmosphere thickened, heavy with tension and th
“Jackson…”Mr. Timberlake's voice rose, his face reddening. "What is the meaning of this? Who is Emily Greenfield?" Jackson's expression turned calm, his voice reassuring. "Don't worry, Father. I can handle this. Officer Thompson here is just trying to play a prank on me." But Officer Thompson's expression remained serious, his hand dropping a warrant order on the table. Jackson picked it up immediately, scanning the document with a furrowed brow. Mr. Timberlake's frustration boiled over. "What is it, Jackson? What does it say?" Amelia's hand reached out, gently taking the warrant from Jackson's hand. Her eyes scanned the document, her voice trembling as she read aloud: " WARRANT FOR THE ARREST OF JACKSON RICHARDSON, SUSPECTED OF INVOLVEMENT IN THE DEATH OF HENRY GREENFIELD... " The room fell silent, the weight of the words hanging heavy in the air. Mr. Timberlake's face turned ashen, his eyes fixed on Jackson with a mixture of shock and disbelief. Officer Thompson's voice
Amelia sat in the deputy officer's room, her finger bitten raw in panic. She had been waiting for what felt like an eternity for news about Jackson. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Jackson walked in, flanked by the deputy officer. Amelia rushed to her feet, embracing Jackson tightly. "Are you okay? What happened? How did it go?" “Smooth thanks to your father.” Jackson nodded at the deputy officer, a smile on his face. “It’s okay, Amelia I got everything under control.” The deputy officer smiled, his eyes warm. "You don't have to thank me. Anything for my baby girl."Amelia's eyes widened in surprise, realizing the deputy officer as her father had helped her this time. She knew he held much power in the authority line, but didn’t know he could be quick to take his actions into effect.As they sat down, the deputy officer asked, "Can I get anything for you both? Water, perhaps?"Jackson shook his head. "No need, thank you, sir. We're just glad this ordeal is over."The deputy offi