Chapter 0113

Amelia's phone rang incessantly, the sound echoing through the luxurious hotel suite. But she didn't stir, lost in a deep sleep, her body wrapped in the arms of Uncle Smith.

The suite was lavish, with marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline. The bedroom was dimly lit, the only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioning and the persistent ringing of Amelia's phone.

Uncle Smith's arms held her close, his chest rising and falling with each breath. The suite was filled with the scent of expensive cologne and the faint hint of whiskey. They had been wasted from yesterday's partying. The bed was a sea of plush pillows and soft sheets, a haven of comfort and deceit.

Outside, the city pulsed with life, the sounds of cars honking, people laughing, and music drifting from the nearby nightclub. But in the suite, all was quiet, the only disturbance was the ringing phone, a constant reminder of the world outside, of Jackson's desperate att