Emily sat in the ward, her eyes fixed on the ceiling as she waited for her therapist to call her in. She was lost in thought, reminiscing about the day she first met Jackson. It was at a superstore, and she had been shopping for groceries. As she was about to pay, an announcement came over the loudspeaker, declaring that no one could leave the store due to the crowds outside.As she searched her bag for her purse, she realized it was missing. The people in line behind her grew impatient, and the receptionist asked if she had enough money to pay. Just as she was about to respond, a deep, masculine voice spoke up beside her. "Take her bills from my card."Emily turned to see a handsome man standing beside her, his chiseled features and piercing eyes making her heart skip a beat. He was wearing a hoodie, but she recognized him - Jackson, the famous millionaire and her long-time crush. She had seen him at concerts she had attended, and his presence had always left her starstruck.The man

The Master of Ceremonies (MC) boomed through the microphone, "Ladies and gentlemen, please return to your seats. We're about to begin the award ceremony."As the crowd began to settle, Luke made his way over to Jackson, a sense of unease growing in his stomach. "Hey, Jackson, your wife isn't here at the party, and she's supposed to be called up on stage shortly. Can I go find her?"Jackson's response was unsettling. A mischievous smile spread across his face as he said, "Oh, don't worry about Emily, Luke. She's...indisposed. I'm sure she'll turn up when the time is right."Luke's eyes narrowed, his instincts screaming that something was off. He studied Jackson's face, but the man's expression was unreadable. A shiver ran down Luke's spine as he realized that something was indeed happening, and he was determined to get to the bottom of it.Luke walked away from Jackson, his mind racing with concern for Emily. He spotted his assistant, Shane, and approached him. "Hey, Shane, I need a fa

Emily slowly regained consciousness, her senses foggy. She felt a strange sensation in her thumb, as if it was pressing against something. She tried to move her hand, but it was restrained. As her awareness grew, she realized her thumb was stamping a paper, signing her name. Panic set in.She tried to scream, but a tape gagged her mouth. Muffled sounds escaped her lips, "Mmm...what...what are you doing here? Who are you people, who sent you, what are you doing?"The man with a face mask approached her, a sinister grin spreading across his face. "Remember me, Emily?" he asked, his voice eerily familiar.As he removed the tape from her mouth, Emily gasped for air, her voice hoarse from the restraint. "Uncle...Smith?" she stammered, shock and fear etched on her face.The revelation dawned on her - her own uncle, Mr. Smith, was behind this sinister plot. Emily's eyes widened in terror as she struggled against her restraints, her mind racing with questions and fears.Emily struggled agai

THREE YEARS LATER Since Emily gone to the whole world, Inheritance was passed on to the Timberlakes. Jackson's wealth and fame had skyrocketed. He was now a renowned figure, married to Amelia, who had taken the reins of Emily's company, Greenfield Industries and Image corpses enterprise, alongside her uncle, the CEO. This powerful couple was hosting an exclusive evening gathering at their opulent mansion, and the who's who of the rich and famous were in attendance. The atmosphere was electric, with anticipation building as the guests awaited the arrival of the evening's guest of honor, Mrs. Ava Richardson, Luke's wife. With a social media following of over 100 billion, Ava was a global phenomenon, and her marriage to Luke had only added to her allure. As the minutes ticked by, the hum of conversation and clinking glasses filled the air. Suddenly, a hush fell over the crowd as Ava made her entrance. The door opening with a loud roar and a light shining behind Ava and her hair follo

The woman took her leave, and Ava's face frowned, her expectations unmet. She had suspected as much - her ex-husband, Jackson, was indeed one of the men involved in her father's demise.Now, seated outside, Jackson and Ava faced each other, their eyes locked in a tense stare. Jackson broke the silence, "What brings you here, Ava?"Ava's reply was curt, "Same as you, I suppose."Jackson chuckled, "You're really funny, Ava."Ava sighed, her gaze drifting outside before snapping back to him. "Am I? I'm a busy person, Jackson. I don't have time for humor. I need to be somewhere."As she began to stand, Jackson grasped her hand, his touch sending a jolt through her. She swiftly pulled her hand free, her fingers vibrating with tension.Jackson apologized with a smile, "Sorry, I didn't mean to overstep. I noticed the rapid income from your business dealings and thought of investing with you."Ava's expression softened slightly, and she sat back down, her interest piqued. "Oh really?" she sai