Ava's phone rang, piercing through the silence of the hospital room. She answered, her voice still reeling from the doctor's revelation. "Hello?""Ava, sweetie, it's Mom." The voice on the other end was weak but familiar.Ava's eyes widened in shock. "Mom? How are you calling me on this line? Don’t tell me… You're...you're back?""I'm home, Ava. I'm finally home."Ava's mind raced as she processed the news. Her mother, who had been recovering in the States for months, was back in the country. And she was alive.Without a word, Ava cut the call and rushed out of the hospital room, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe it. Her mother, the woman she thought she wouldn’t make it through, was back. And she was coming home.As she sped through the streets, Ava's thoughts swirled with emotions. She had so many questions, so many things she wanted to say. But most of all, she wanted to see her mother, to hold her and know she was real.Finally, she arrived at her family’s Pen
Jackson strode into the Image Corp estate, his determined footsteps echoing through the lobby. He bypassed the reception desk and made his way to Uncle Smith's office, his eyes fixed on the CEO's suite.As he walked, employees scurried out of his way, bowing and greeting him with respectful smiles. But Jackson barely acknowledged them, his mind preoccupied with the mystery surrounding Amelia and Uncle Smith.He couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss, that there was more to their relationship than met the eye. Amelia's evasiveness and Uncle Smith's cryptic constant calls had only fueled his suspicions.Jackson's thoughts raced with questions. What did Uncle Smith want from Amelia? What secrets were they hiding? And what did it all have to do with the strange occurrences he had been having with Amelia and how worried she was earlier?He pushed open the door to Uncle Smith's office, his eyes locked on the CEO's imposing figure behind the desk. Jackson's determination tur
Ava's hands trembled a bit as she sent the message, her heart racing with anticipation. She knew the bombshell she had just dropped would shake Jackson to his core.But after the small welcoming of her mom, her conscience started to judge her but then she remembered all they had done to her. It was right she made them pay. Just as she pocketed the phone, Luke walked into the room, a curious expression on his face. "Hey, what's going on?" he asked, his eyes scanning her face.Ava forced a calm smile, her mind racing with excuses. "Nothing, just...just checking my phone," she stammered, her hand instinctively covering her pocket.Luke's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't press the issue. "Okay, well, I'm going out for a stroll with your mom. We'll be back soon."Ava nodded, her eyes avoiding his. "Okay, have fun."As Luke exited the room, Ava let out a sigh of relief. She knew she had to be careful; Luke was getting too close to her and if he figured out what her real intention for
Jackson slumped over the bar, his eyes glassy and his speech slurred. "She's been lying to me, man... my wife... Amelia... she's been lying to me."The stranger beside him, a middle-aged man with a kind face, turned to him with concern. "What's going on, friend? You look like you've lost your last dollar."“This is more than a dollar, man. I’ve lost my purpose.”Jackson's words tumbled out in a drunken torrent. "She's been lying to me about everything... our partnership... our son... John... he's not even mine... I got a message... it said so..."The stranger's expression turned sympathetic. "Whoa, slow down, buddy. Let's take this one step at a time. What makes you think your son isn't yours?"Jackson's eyes welled up with tears. "I don't know... I just know it's true... she's been hiding something from me... and that message... it knew everything... it knew about Amelia's affairs... and John... it knew everything..."The stranger's voice was calm and soothing. "Okay, Jackson. Can I c
The stranger's voice was low and menacing as he spoke into the phone. "Madam, it's done. Jackson is secure. We have him in the warehouse."Ava's voice was icy and detached. "Very good. Make sure no one can trace the location. I don't want any surprises. I’ve been quiet for far too long and I can’t wait any longer.""We've taken care of everything, Ava. No one will find him. And no one will find you or trace a thing to you.""Good. I want to make sure our little secret is safe. Meet me at the usual place in an hour. We'll discuss the details."The stranger nodded, even though Ava couldn't see him. "Yes, ma'am. I'll be there."As the call ended, Ava's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. She had finally gotten what she wanted. Jackson was out of the way, and now she could focus on her next move. Amelia.Meanwhile, Jackson's mind raced as he tried to piece together what had happened. He remembered the stranger, the phone call, and then...nothing. He was trapped, with no idea where he was or w
Uncle Smith's voice was laced with concern. "Amelia, if you're this worried, maybe I should go look for him? Make sure he's okay?"Amelia's response was quick and firm. "No, Uncle Smith, don't worry about it. Jackson can take care of himself. He'll come wandering back when he's ready."Uncle Smith's skepticism was palpable. "Are you sure, Amelia? You're not just trying to cover something up?"Amelia's laugh was forced. "Of course not, Uncle Smith. I'm just confident that Jackson can handle himself. Besides, I have more important things to worry about... like our business dealings."Uncle Smith's tone turned dry. "Ah, yes. The business. Well, if you're sure everything is fine, then I won't worry. But if you change your mind, you know who to call."Amelia's response was curt. "I will, Uncle Smith. Thanks for your concern."As the call ended, Amelia's facade crumbled. She was worried sick about Jackson, but she couldn't let Uncle Smith know that. She had to keep up the charade, no matter
Jackson's eyes narrowed as Ava entered the warehouse, her face hidden behind a mask. "Who are you?" he demanded, struggling against his restraints. "Why am I here? What do you want from me?"“Shhhhs….quiet, you wouldn’t want to alarm the neighbors.”“Help!” He shouted and Ava began to chuckle her voice dropping with disdain. Jackson stopped screaming for help but looked at Ava in fear. “You’re crazy, he said.” “Well, I lied.”Ava's voice was icy and detached. "Don’t worry, you'll find out soon enough. But for now, let's just say you're a guest in my home... for a very long time."Jackson's anger turned to fear as he realized he was tied up, unable to move. "You can't keep me here! I have to get out! Do you know who I am? What my family would do if they didn’t find me?"“I’m not that dumb. I know, Jackson Timberlake.”Ava chuckled, her eyes glinting with malice. "You shouldn't bother trying. You'll be here forever. Get familiar with the room, Jackson. You'll be seeing it for a while."A
Mr. Timberlake burst into the conference room, his face etched with worry. "Where's Jackson?" a reporter asked, thrusting a microphone in his face. "He's supposed to be here, accepting the nomination. What's going on?" Mr. Timberlake tried to sidestep the question, but the reporters closed in, sensing something was amiss. That's when he spotted Ava, sitting calmly in a stunning suit, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. The room erupted into a flurry of camera clicks and questions as Ava stood up, her confidence and poise commanding attention. "It seems my opponent is nowhere to be found," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "I think it's clear who the winner of this election is." “It's not yet over Mrs. Richardson.”A reporter approached her, skepticism etched on his face. "You're being a bit presumptuous, aren't you, Ava? We don't even know where Jackson is yet." Ava's smile never wavered. "I think we can make an educated guess, don't you?" she said, her e