Lisa's promise to take care of John seemed to bring Amelia a small sense of comfort, but her eyes still brimmed with tears. "Thank you, Lisa," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Thank you for being the only one who still cares about me."Lisa's expression was a mix of sadness and frustration. "Amelia, I care about you, but I can't keep enabling your behavior. You need to face the consequences of your actions and learn from your mistakes."Amelia's gaze dropped, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "I know, Lisa. I'm just so scared. I don't know what's going to happen to me."Lisa's voice was firm but gentle. "You need to face your fears, Amelia. You need to take responsibility for your actions and make amends. That's the only way you'll ever be able to move on from this."Amelia's eyes flashed with anger but then seemed to realize the truth in Lisa's words. She nodded slowly, her eyes filling with tears again. "You're right, Lisa. I'm so sorry. Sorry for everything."Lisa's expres
Ava's eyes locked onto Jackson's, her voice dripping with venom. "Jackson, do you know who the father of John is?"“It’s none of your concern.”Jackson's expression twisted in disgust. "I don't want to know, Ava. Just leave it alone."Ava's smile was cruel. "Oh, but I think you should know. It's Uncle Smith, Jackson. Your precious Amelia's lover, and the father of your precious son."“What?”Jackson's eyes widened in horror, his face pale. "No...no, that's not possible. You must be lying."“Oh, but it's very possible. And you know why? Because Amelia has been cheating and manipulating you from the very beginning. She used you to get what she wanted, and she never cared about you or your son."Ava's laughter was mocking. "And I’m not lying.”“Fuck that woman!”Jackson's face contorted in pain, his eyes filling with tears. "No...no, this can't be."Ava's words were relentless, piercing his heart like a dagger. "But it is, Jackson. And you're too blind to see it. You chose Amelia over me, an
The next morning, Ava woke up in Luke's bed, her head nestled on his bare chest, his steady heartbeat lulling her into a sense of tranquility. As she opened her eyes, she was met with the most breathtaking sight - Luke's handsome face, his hair scattered messily across his forehead, his eyes closed in slumber.Her hands slowly slid down his chest and felt his packs and his hard biceps. Her heart skipped a bit. The morning sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the sharp contours of his features, making him look like a work of art. Ava's heart swelled with love and gratitude as she gazed at him, feeling like the heavens had finally granted her every wish.The room was filled with a warm, golden light, casting a magical glow over everything. The soft sheets and blankets enveloped them in a cozy embrace, making Ava feel like she was wrapped in a cloud. The air was filled with the sweet scent of Luke's cologne, mingling with the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting fro
Hi my dear readers, I wanted to apologize in advance for I won't be able to update this book. I know I'm going against the words I gave to you and for that I am really sorry. I have so much going on that my mental state is a mess and I can't seem to focus or do anything for that matter. I have an upcoming exam and I have to prepare for it. I love this book and I have great ideas for it, but with my current burnout I'm afraid that I'll ruin it. I already feel it's not flowing like it was supposed to. It won't be fair to you or the book not to give it my all or just write for the sake of writing. Please understand that I'm not abandoning or giving up on the book, I just need a bit of time to sort out my head before I can go back to writing. You deserve an awesome story and I would be disappointed in myself if I didn't give you that. I won't be gone long, hopefully a maximum of one month will be enough. Thank you for understanding and again I'm really sorry for any inconvenienc
“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
FLASH BACKIn the city of Redwood, winter had been long in coming, but when it finally arrived, it was not a gentle frosty season but rather a fierce and blustery affair. Hail-like snowflakes pelted the streets, piling up in icy drifts that were as beautiful as they were dangerous. Inside the Ashland Hospital, a young woman lay pale and frail in a ward bed, her breathing labored and her pulse weak. Amelia Clifford was the daughter of a powerful and wealthy family, but even their money and influence could not save her from the grip of death. "Mrs. Clifford," the doctor said, his voice breaking as he turned to face the grieving mother. "She's not going to make it. Without a blood transfusion, she'll be gone in a matter of hours." The doctor's words were like a knife to the heart, and Mrs. Clifford could only look on in shock. Her daughter, Amelia, was lying so still and pale on the bed, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Mrs. Clifford's hands trembled as she reached