Luke and Ava sat at the dinner table, sipping their coffee and watching the TV as the broadcaster announced the shocking news."Breaking news, folks. Jackson Timberlake, the former candidate who went missing before the election, has been found and is now in the hospital. But that's not all. The police bureau has just dragged him out of the hospital with a warrant for his arrest."“Seems like a lot is happening under.”Ava's eyes widened in surprise as the broadcaster kept speaking. "What? That's crazy!"Luke's expression was calm, but his eyes gleamed with interest. "Wait, it gets better."The broadcaster continued, "And the reason for the arrest? Jackson is suspected of being the killer of Mr. Greenfield, the former owner of Image Corp Enterprise. The police have found solid evidence to instigate the accusations."“You know about this?” “Yup! When I said I would help you, I wasn’t taking my word for a joke.” Ava's jaw dropped. "No way. Jackson would never do something like that."“Ye
Amelia's smile was enigmatic. "You'll see. Trust me."She excused herself and stepped away, her phone already dialing a number. "Uncle Smith? It's time for you to make the sacrifice."Uncle Smith's voice was laced with concern. "Amelia, what sacrifices are we talking about? What exactly do you need me to do?"Amelia's tone was calm and collected. "Remember our deal, Uncle Smith? You agreed to submit to whatever charges were brought against Jackson, and in return, I would make sure you're taken care of and give you whatever you want. You'll be protected, and your reputation will remain intact, so you don’t have to worry about anything."Uncle Smith's hesitation was palpable. His breath was heavy over the phone and Amelia could notice a brief silence. "I...I don't know, Amelia. I can't go to prison. I have a work to think about, a business to run..."Amelia's voice was soothing, her words dripping with reassurance. "Oh, Uncle Smith. Don't worry about that. You'll be released soon after
Ava's eyes narrowed, her grip on the phone tightening. "Confirm me, Officer Thompson. Is Jackson free?"Officer Thompson's voice was smug. "Yes, Ava. He's a free man. And there was nothing we could do to stop him. They got the proof that Uncle Smith was the real criminal and he's got the upper hand now."Ava's anger simmered, her mind racing with the implications. "How could they do this, Officer Thompson? How could you let him get away with it?"“Sorry…” Officer Thompson apologizes as his voice suddenly turns cold. "You know how it works, Ava. Power and money talk. And Jackson's got both. I’m just a pawn in his game, and I always have been. When I think I’m one step ahead, there’s always an escape route for them."Ava's eyes flashed with fury. "Those monsters, Uncle Smith and Jackson. They’re just as bad as they are from the beginning."Officer Thompson's laughter was mocking. "Maybe so, Ava. But we’re the ones who are going to come out on top. And for now, you're just going to have
Amelia's eyes widened in fear, but she continued to lie. "Of course, John is your son, Jackson. Who told you otherwise?"“Don’t try to act smart.”Jackson's voice rose in anger. "Don't lie to me! I know the truth. Tell me, who is John's real father?"Amelia tried to placate him, reaching out to touch his hand. "Jackson, calm down, please..."But he shoved her hand away. "No, I won't calm down! You've been lying to me for too long. Tell me the truth!"Amelia's voice trembled. "Who told you? It was uncle smith, wasn't it?"“What!”Jackson's eyes blazed with anger. "That's none of your business! Just tell me the truth about John's father!"“You’re his father!”Amelia's eyes narrowed, her voice cold. "I don't have to prove anything to you, Jackson. And if you don't tell me who told you these lies, I won't tell you the truth about John's father."“Want to play tricks with me?”Jackson's voice thundered through the room. "Don't try me, Amelia! I'm warning you!"Amelia's legs fidgeted, her heart
Jackson's eyes blazed with anger as he turned to Amelia, demanding an explanation. "You're the mother, but I'm not the father? How is that possible, Amelia? Tell me the truth for once!"Amelia's eyes darted wildly, her voice trembling. "It's not what you think, Jackson. I swear, you're the father. I don't know what's going on here. There must have been some mistake somewhere."Jackson's face reddened with rage. "Stop your lies, Amelia! You've been deceiving me for far too long. I'm done with this charade. I'm going to divorce you tonight!"“You can’t do that, what of your father? What is he going to say about it? Huh?”Amelia's words became a desperate plea. "No, Jackson, please! Don't say that. I'll do anything, just don't leave me!"“Don’t use my father against me.”But Jackson was unforgiving. He pushed her away, his eyes cold with contempt. "You've lost the right to beg me, Amelia. You've lost everything."As he stormed out of the doctor's office, Amelia collapsed to the ground, her
“I’m pregnant!” It hits her. Why now? Emily Greenfield sat on the luxurious bed of the presidential suite, a grin on her face as she gazed at the letter in her hand. It was a pregnancy test result, and the news was life-changing. But before she could process the information, the door to the suite burst open, and her husband Jackson rushed inside. Startled, she quickly hid the letter behind her back. "Jackson, what are you doing here? You’re home early." she asked, trying to act casual. But she knew that her heart was racing and her face was flushed. “I have a great new!” She exclaimed but his face remained serious. Before she could tell him the great news, he cut her off. “Amelia is sick again and she needs your blood, now!.” His voice sounded hoarse, “You have to follow me quickly, there’s no time left.” Emily's heart sank as Jackson spoke. She had been so excited to share her news, but it seemed that there were more pressing matters at hand. Amelia, Jackson's
"Are you crazy?" Emily said, her voice shaking. "I don't want to fight, so don’t push me." Amelia's expression turned scornful. "You think you can just walk away from this?" she demanded. "We're not done here." Emily felt dizzy from the loss of blood, and her head was spinning. She had given Amelia a huge number of her blood. Before she could say anything else, Amelia pushed her to the ground, and she fell hard, the breath knocked out of her. Her back slammed hard against a wall. She tried to get up, but Amelia was on top of her, her eyes blazing with anger. "You're not going anywhere," she said, her voice low and menacing. “I’m going to deal with you here and now!!”But after slapping Emily in the stomach for a number of while, she stood to her feet and stretched her hand to assist Emily to her feet. Emily grabbed hold of her hand to rise to her feet but when she was about to stand fully, Amelia held her hands tight and pushed herself to the ground. Whimpering at impact. Emily d
Emily was pulled into the room by a nurse, her feet barely touching the ground as she was dragged along. She was so pale that her skin seemed almost translucent, and there was a dark stain on her skirt that made Jackson's heart stop. However he pushed the care on his face away. The nurse sat her down in a chair, and Jackson turned to the doctor, his voice firm. "Do it," he said. "Start the transfusion." The doctor nodded, and turned to prepare the equipment. Emily's eyes were wide with fear, and Jackson felt a wave of guilt wash over him. But he knew there was no other choice this was the best way. "Jackson," Emily whispered, reaching out a trembling hand to him. But before she could say anything else, Jackson exploded. "What?!" he shouted, his eyes blazing with anger. "You have to understand, I don't have time for this! I need to focus on Amelia!" Emily flinched at his words, and her hand dropped back to her side. "I just need a moment to collect myself," she said, her voice