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
Ava stood inside a penthouse, it was a twenty five story building from ground level and Ava was at the first floor, gazing at her reflection in the mirror, a glass of wine held delicately in her hand. The door opened, and Stanley entered, his head bowed. "All plans are set, Ma’am," he said, his voice low. "Partners?" she asked, her eyes narrowing. "All done," Stanley replied, his eyes cast downward. Ava's gaze intensified. "Proceed." Stanley nodded and exited the room, leaving Ava to her thoughts. The next morning, Amelia sat in front of the TV, her eyes fixed on the news casters. Her maids were carefully painting her nails when a breaking news changed the channel. "Breaking news: the Mr. Greenfield case has been reopened," the anchor announced. "New evidence suggests the Timberlakes had a hand in Mr. Greenfield's death, as well as his daughter Emily Greenfield, who died in a fire outbreak years ago. Sources close to the investigation reveal the Timberlakes sought to acq
Jackson was hastily ushered into a private room by his bodyguards, his mind reeling from the sudden turn of events. As he entered, his father was already there, his face red with anger. Before Jackson could even process what was happening, his father grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall, lifting him off his feet."What is the meaning of all this, Jackson?" his father growled, his eyes blazing with fury. "Why are you trying to tarnish my image?"Jackson struggled to free himself, but his father's grip was too strong. He was forced to his knees, his lip bleeding from the force of the throw. As he wiped away the blood, he stammered, "There's been a mistake, Father. They don't know what they're talking about."His father's expression turned incredulous. "A mistake? You call this a mistake?" He shook Jackson hard, his voice rising. "You're going to ruin everything we've built, everything I've worked for!"Jackson's eyes widened in fear as his father's anger reached a
In the morning, Luke sat in the sitting room, sipping a cup of tea, his eyes fixed on the stairs as Ava descended, her hair messy and her eyes still heavy with sleep. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming back soon?" Ava asked, her voice still husky from sleep. Luke shrugged his shoulders. "I wanted to surprise you. But instead, you surprised me." Ava opened her mouth to say something, but paused, her voice catching on a single word: "You..." Luke noticed her hesitation and asked, "How are you, Ava? Last night you were a disaster. Still having sleeping troubles?” She didn’t respond, instead she asked him a question. “how's my mother? How did the surgery go?" Luke’s expression turned concerned. "It went fine, she's still in recovery. But you should have stayed with her, not come back here to fight for nothing." “Like you said, she’s fine! Why are you making it an issue?” Luke's sighs, his eyes filled with understanding. "It's better if you stay with her, Ava. I can
Jackson's eyes locked onto Ava's, his voice firm. "Since you've heard, it won't be much of an explanation. I need your power to bury everything, even Emily Greenfield." “The ghost?” Ava's gaze met his, her mind racing with the irony. Jackson, you're asking me to bury myself, she thought, her eyes screaming the truth she dare not speak. "I can't help you, Jackson," she said firmly, trying to extricate herself from the situation. But Luke, ever the opportunist, chimed in. "What do you mean you can't help me? You're famous, I’m running for governor, you can't afford to lose me if I become successful..." “But you’re not.” Ava's voice rose, her patience wearing thin. "It's none of my business, Jackson. You should leave." But Jackson didn't hear her, his grip on her hand tightening. Ava trembled, her body reacting to his touch like an open wound. She whispered, "Stop," under her breath, but Jackson kept pleading, his voice relentless. Just as Jackson's grasp became unbearable,
The meeting with Doctor Veronica lasted for an hour, until Ava was escorted out of the office by the therapist herself, who smiled warmly as Ava thanked her with a bow.As she turned to leave, Ava heard her name called out by a familiar voice. "Ava!"She turned to see Amelia standing in the waiting area, looking just as surprised to see her."Ava, what a surprise to see you here," Amelia said, her eyes narrowing slightly with curiosity. Closing the gap between them."Likewise," Ava replied, trying to sound casual. "What brings you here?"Amelia's eyes lingered on the door to the therapist's office. "I must have made a mistake. I thought this was the dermatologist's office."Ava chuckled awkwardly. "Oh, no, this is the therapist's office. I just came to visit Doctor Veronica and thank her for something."Amelia's eyes still looked suspicious, but she nodded. "Oh, okay. Well, I'm still waiting to see the doctor."Ava nodded. "Okay, well, I'll see you later then."As she turned to walk a
As the evening sun cast its warm glow, Ava opened her door to find Amelia standing in the hallway, a friendly smile on her face."Not too early, am I?" Amelia asked, her eyes sparkling with warmth.Ava laughed, her voice melodious. "Stupid, come in!" She stepped aside, allowing Amelia to enter.As Amelia walked in, her eyes widened in awe, taking in the opulent interior of Ava's home. The top floor of the penthouse. The walls were adorned with exquisite artwork, and the furniture was a masterclass in luxury design. The chandelier above cast a warm, golden light, illuminating the plush carpets and rich wood accents.Ava noticed Amelia's gaze and chuckled. "Make yourself at home. Can I offer you something to drink? Water or juice?"Amelia's eyes landed on the bar in the corner. "Juice, please."Ava nodded to one of her maids, who quickly poured a glass of freshly squeezed juice. As Amelia took a sip, she nodded in appreciation."Thanks, Ava." She paused, her expression turning sincere.
Ava asked, "Amelia, do you love everything?"“It’s like you knew my size already. Everything suits perfectly on me.” Amelia nodded happily, her eyes sparkling. "Yes, I do! And can I call you sister?"Ava smiled, her voice warm. "It's okay by me."Lisa, feeling a bit distant from the conversation, spoke up. "Excuse me, Ava, may I use the restroom?"Ava nodded. "Of course, Lisa. Do you want me to show you the way?"Lisa shook her head. "No, just describe it, and I'll find my way up."Ava pointed towards the stairs. "It's upstairs, second door on your left. You can't miss it."As Lisa headed towards the stairs, Amelia turned back to Ava, her eyes shining with excitement. "Sister, can I try on some more clothes?"Ava smiled, her heart heavy with memories. "Go ahead, Amelia. Try on whatever you like, they’re all yours."Ava forced herself to smile, her lips curling up in a fake gesture of warmth. She hated every minute that Amelia remained inside her house, but how long could she keep up t