Ava and Amelia accompanied John to the school clinic, concern etched on Amelia’s face. As the nurse tended to John's wound, Amelia's emotions boiled over. "I'm so pissed, Ava! I can't contain the tears," she whispered, pretending to cry.Ava played along, offering comforting words. "Calm down, Amelia. Thank God John is okay. It could have been worse."Amelia's anger and indignation poured out. "How can they treat my kid like that? I'll make sure the school knows about all this. They must pay for the damages they’ve caused to my son. I'm withdrawing John from this school. I won't let them bully him again!"The nurse, oblivious to the acting, continued treating John's wound, while Ava and Amelia maintained their charade, their eyes locked in a knowing glance. Amelia was determined to protect John and bring the truth to light, no matter the cost. But, Ava on the other hand careless.Ava sat cross-legged, her expression calm, while Amelia paced around the room, her emotions in turmoil. "I
In Mrs. White's office, Mia remained seated, her son beside her, looking uncomfortable. Mrs. White, her hands clasped together, begged, "Please, Mrs. Roslyn, you have to tell your son to apologize to Amelia and her son. You're well aware that Amelia is our largest benefactor, funding our school generously. Without her support, we'd lose teachers, even students... our school would suffer greatly."“Like I care…” Mia scoffed, her expression unyielding. "My son won't apologize. What kind of school are you running here, anyway? I expect better from you, Mrs. White. You're supposed to be a role model, teaching our children values like integrity and fairness. Instead, you're catering to Amelia's whims, allowing her to bully and manipulate others."Mrs. White's face flushed, her eyes pleading. "Mia, please, be reasonable. Amelia is a powerful woman... we can't afford to lose her support."Mia's response was icy. "I'd rather see the school close down than have my son apologize for something
Ava and Amelia drove into the parking lot of the penthouse and immediately the car came to a halt, Amelia was seen rushing the door to an open and walking swiftly, her face stained with red blood. Ava and John came out afterward. She walked hand in hand with John until they got inside and took a lift with Amelia who remained silent and her face furious. As the lift to their floor opened, Amelia rushed out and headed for the apartment door. Putting in the passcode, she pulled the door open and stormed inside the apartment. Ava and John tailed her from behind. As she saw Jackson seated in the lightened sitting room, she rushed to him, with a crying face. “Oh, Jackson see what they did to me.” Ava and John appeared behind her, watching the scene unfold before them. “What happened? Who did this to you?” Jackson asked hugging Amelia who was fuming like a child. “Ava.” He looked at her and she just greeted him with a nod. “Evening, Jackson. It was an accident made by Mrs
The Timberlakes mansion loomed imposingly, its exterior a testament to wealth and security. CCTV cameras hung like sentinels, their lenses watching and waiting. Men with guns patrolled the grounds, their dogs straining at the leash, eager to pounce. The atmosphere was tense, foreboding.A faint cry echoed from within the mansion's walls, a sound that sent a shiver down the spine. It was a plea, a desperate cry for help.In the basement, a sinister scene unfolded. William, Ava's former assistant, lay battered and broken. His face was unrecognizable, his body beaten beyond recovery. The men surrounding him, their faces twisted in cruelty, raised their fists again and again, each blow landing with a sickening thud.Just as all hope seemed lost, an frail old woman who looked to be in her late fifties emerged from the shadows. Her eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity as she raised her hands, and the men froze, their fists halted mid-air. The dogs, sensing their masters' unease, wh
Ava lounged in the sitting room of her penthouse, surrounded by opulence and grandeur. The morning sunlight streaming through the windows highlighted her poised figure, her raven hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of night. Luke had left for the office, leaving her alone in the vast space.She reached for her phone and dialed Stanley's number, her eyes fixed on the city skyline outside. When he answered, she spoke with precision, her voice commanding. "Stanley, I need you to schedule a meeting with my partners and a press conference."Stanley's tone was cautious. "A press conference, ma'am? May I ask why?"Ava's smile was a masterclass in politics. "I'm announcing my participation in the upcoming congressional race. I aim to compete with Jackson, and I need the public on my side."Stanley's pause was palpable. "Is that wise, ma'am? I mean, competing with Jackson directly... it's like fighting a dog head-on."Ava's laughter was low and husky. "Do you have a better plan, Sta
Just as the confrontation between Ava and Jackson was escalating, Stanley appeared at Ava's side, his eyes fixed on Jackson with a warning gaze. "Ava, we need to leave," he whispered urgently. "Now."Ava's eyes never left Jackson's face, her expression unyielding. "What is it, Stanley?" she asked, her voice low and even.Stanley's voice was barely audible. "Officer Thompson is waiting for us. We have a meeting."Ava's gaze flickered, her eyes narrowing. "Now?" she repeated, her tone laced with annoyance.Stanley's nod was curt. "Yes, now. We can't keep him waiting."Ava's eyes flashed back to Jackson, her expression daring him to make another move. "This isn't over, Jackson," she hissed, before turning to follow Stanley.As they walked away, Jackson's eyes burned with anger, his mind racing with questions. What was Ava hiding? And why was she to meet with Officer Thompson? The same officer handling Emily’s case. The answers, for now, remained elusive.Inside a room,Officer Thompson,
Amelia hastily arrived at Ava's apartment, her mind racing with determination. She approached the door, took a deep breath, and knocked softly. The door opened a crack, revealing a maid's timid face. "Can I help you, ma'am?" the maid asked, her eyes darting nervously. "Hello, I'm Amelia, a friend of Ava's. I need to speak with her urgently," Amelia replied, trying to sound calm. The maid's expression turned apologetic. "I'm so sorry, ma'am, but Miss Ava is not here. She's at the office, working on her campaign." “Ahhh…”Amelia's eyes narrowed, her mind racing. "Do you know when she'll be back?" “Hmmm…” The maid hesitated, glancing around nervously. "I'm not sure, ma'am. She's been working long hours lately...but I can try calling the office to see if she's available to meet with you." Amelia's smile was tight. "No, that's okay. I'll try reaching her at the office myself. Thank you for your help." As the maid nodded and closed the door, Amelia's eyes lingered on the apartme
Ava's eyes blazed with determination as she strode towards the security room, her mind racing with suspicion. If Amelia was here, she had to know. She burst through the door, her gaze fixed on the bank of monitors displaying the CCTV feeds from around the house.She scanned the screens, her eyes scanning the empty rooms and hallways, until one feed caught her attention. Her bedroom. And there, on the screen, was Amelia, snooping around her room, opening drawers and cabinets, her hands rummaging through Ava's personal belongings.Ava's face twisted in rage, her eyes burning with fury. She had been right. Amelia was snooping, trying to uncover her secrets. The betrayal cut deep, and Ava's grip on the counter tightened, her knuckles white with anger.Ava's eyes narrowed as she approached the maid, her voice icy. "Maria, why did you leave Amelia alone in the sitting room? I specifically instructed you to never leave visitors unattended."Maria's eyes widened, her face pale. "I-I'm so sorr