Emily stood outside, beaming with a warm smile as she greeted a group of white men who had arrived at the event. They complimented her beauty, and she graciously replied, "Thank you."Luke approached her, holding a glass of champagne in one hand and keeping the other hand casually in his pocket. "I was worried when you didn't show up," he said, his eyes filled with concern.Emily laughed slightly, "It's alright, I'm fine."Luke eyes scanned through Emily body when he noticed a bloodstain on her cloth and then he asked. “What happened to your hand?” When she looked at where he was pointing his finger, she covered her self immediately and says, “it’s nothing, just a small bruise.”“Are you okay?” Luke wanted to touch her but she raised her hands so he won’t approach.“I’m okay, really.” She forced a smiled and Luke sigh defeated. Luke continued, "I'll be leaving for the States soon." Emily's expression turned slightly melancholic, "I'll miss you. We've only spent a few days together, b
Emily slowly regained consciousness, her senses foggy. She felt a strange sensation in her thumb, as if it was pressing against something. She tried to move her hand, but it was restrained. As her awareness grew, she realized her thumb was stamping a paper, signing her name. Panic set in.She tried to scream, but a tape gagged her mouth. Muffled sounds escaped her lips, "Mmm...what...what are you doing here? Who are you people, who sent you, what are you doing?"The man with a face mask approached her, a sinister grin spreading across his face. "Remember me, Emily?" he asked, his voice eerily familiar.As he removed the tape from her mouth, Emily gasped for air, her voice hoarse from the restraint. "Uncle...Smith?" she stammered, shock and fear etched on her face.The revelation dawned on her - her own uncle, Mr. Smith, was behind this sinister plot. Emily's eyes widened in terror as she struggled against her restraints, her mind racing with questions and fears.Emily struggled agai
Emily lay on the floor, the smoke swirling around her head, her eyes blurry and unfocused. She felt her strength waning, her body weakened by the heat and smoke. Just as she was about to give up, she heard her name being called, "Emily!"Before she knew it, the door to the basement was kicked open, and a wooden beam fell, barely missing Luke as he rushed in. He covered his mouth, choking on the smoke, his eyes scanning the room frantically until they landed on Emily."Help me," she whispered, a single tear rolling down her cheek as the burns on her skin and face seemed too much to bear.Luke rushed to her side, scooping her up in his arms. "You're alright now, I've got you," he said, his voice filled with relief and concern. "I'll take care of you, Emily. You're safe now."As he held her close, Emily felt a sense of comfort wash over her, despite the agony she was in. She knew she was in good hands, and that Luke would do everything to save her. With that thought, she let herself dr
THREE YEARS LATER Since Emily gone to the whole world, Inheritance was passed on to the Timberlakes. Jackson's wealth and fame had skyrocketed. He was now a renowned figure, married to Amelia, who had taken the reins of Emily's company, Greenfield Industries and Image corpses enterprise, alongside her uncle, the CEO. This powerful couple was hosting an exclusive evening gathering at their opulent mansion, and the who's who of the rich and famous were in attendance. The atmosphere was electric, with anticipation building as the guests awaited the arrival of the evening's guest of honor, Mrs. Ava Richardson, Luke's wife. With a social media following of over 100 billion, Ava was a global phenomenon, and her marriage to Luke had only added to her allure. As the minutes ticked by, the hum of conversation and clinking glasses filled the air. Suddenly, a hush fell over the crowd as Ava made her entrance. The door opening with a loud roar and a light shining behind Ava and her hair follo
Ava Smith sat elegantly in her office, surrounded by towering bookshelves that seemed to hold the weight of her intellect. She cradled a delicate tea cup in her hand, her lips tenderly kissing the rim as she gazed at her iPad. The soft glow of the screen illuminated her focused expression.As the door opened, her male assistant, impeccably dressed, walked down the long room to meet her. He bowed slightly, and Ava's eyes flicked up to him. She dropped her cup, and it clattered softly on the saucer."Is everything ready for us to leave?" she asked, her voice crisp and authoritative."Yes, ma'am," he replied. "All preparations have been made."Ava's gaze narrowed. "And the stock price? Any falls?"The assistant smiled, his eyes gleaming with pride. "Since you took over the company, we've been earning bountifully. The stock is rising, and investors are eager to join us. We've reached a milestone of 1 trillion in earnings so far."Ava's expression remained calm, but a hint of satisfaction
The woman took her leave, and Ava's face frowned, her expectations unmet. She had suspected as much - her ex-husband, Jackson, was indeed one of the men involved in her father's demise.Now, seated outside, Jackson and Ava faced each other, their eyes locked in a tense stare. Jackson broke the silence, "What brings you here, Ava?"Ava's reply was curt, "Same as you, I suppose."Jackson chuckled, "You're really funny, Ava."Ava sighed, her gaze drifting outside before snapping back to him. "Am I? I'm a busy person, Jackson. I don't have time for humor. I need to be somewhere."As she began to stand, Jackson grasped her hand, his touch sending a jolt through her. She swiftly pulled her hand free, her fingers vibrating with tension.Jackson apologized with a smile, "Sorry, I didn't mean to overstep. I noticed the rapid income from your business dealings and thought of investing with you."Ava's expression softened slightly, and she sat back down, her interest piqued. "Oh really?" she sai
Ava sat patiently in the police room, her eyes fixed on the door as it opened and a friendly officer approached her. He smiled and took a seat across from her, his expression curious."What brings you here today?" he asked, his tone gentle.Ava's response was sudden and dramatic. She dropped the vase containing her father's ashes on the table, the sound echoing through the room. The officer's eyes widened in shock, his smile faltering."What's going on?" he asked, taken aback.Ava's voice was firm. "I want to know what happened to the case file of Mr. Greenfield."The officer's expression turned puzzled. "Huh? Oh, that case... it was concluded a long time ago."Ava leaned forward, her eyes intense. "Did you believe he committed suicide?"The officer shrugged. "Well, we found poison in his system after running some tests... and he left a letter behind. It was pretty clear-cut."Ava's voice rose. "What if he was killed or something? Have you considered that possibility?"The officer sig
(FLASH BACK)- Years before.Standing outside the halfway-opened hospital room, Luke raised his chin and nodded to the doctor speaking to him. “There’s nothing we can do to ease the burns. even if she recovers, It’s a permanent mark.” The doctor was certain and this broke Luke’s heart. “Only if she would agree to a plastic surgery after she has healed from the burns.”Luke looked at Emily in the room and back at the doctor. Her whole face had wrinkled. Her eyes were barely hanging in the socket. She was barely recognizable. He wouldn’t believe she was the Emily Greenfield he knew if he hadn’t met her before the accident. “Doctor, I want to take her to the states.” Luke acknowledged. “Maybe there she can do the plastic surgery and get better.”“It’s your wish.” The doctor nodded in approval. “I’ll get the transfer documents so you can hand it over to the hospital doctor over in the states.” Luke nodded his hands folded. “Thanks, I’m grateful.” He looked at the slightly closed door an