After the wedding, Luke had arranged a luxurious hotel suite for their honeymoon. It was located in the middle of the city. Now, Ava was seated in the bedroom, changing into a comfortable dress, when Luke staggered in, his eyes glassy from too much celebration. “You’re here?” Ava looked up at the lamp beside her to where Luke relaxed on the wall. "Luke, you're wasted! How much did you have to drink exactly?" Luke leaned forward and back trying to stand properly. His eyes slurring."I'm not drunk, I'm just... happy." He said but looking at him from Ava’s standpoint, he was wasted. Even more sexy than his usual form. His hair was wet and scattered, his shirt free from his waist and a bottle in his right hand. Surely he looked like a drunkard. “How happy are you exactly?” Ava stood to approach him where he was. Her eyes were on him. Luke didn’t move but as this woman kept closing the distance between them, he could feel his heart rising and screaming danger. "Happy? You can ba

“You’re married?”Mia scoffed, “When did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me?” She glared at Luke but he was finding it difficult to reply just a simple question. “Em…” Luke scratched the back of his head nervously.“And you are? You keep asking my husband questions when you haven’t replied to me yet.” Ava stepped in, trying to back Luke up.“Sorry, for the unwelcome intrusion.” She apologized, bowing her head slightly. “I’m Mia Santiago, Luke’s Ex.” She had to mention the part that she was Luke’s Ex. This spites Ava even more. Her hands outstretched to receive Ava’s hands, they both maintained a furious glare. Luke immediately jumped in between. “Mia, let's talk outside.” He said, pulling her along as Ava watched them exit. Now, Ava was left with Stanley in the room, his head bent. Ava sluggishly looked up to him, saying, “Haven’t told him yet?”“Hmm..” Stanley mouthed, his head easing up. “About my whereabouts…last night…” Ava's eyes narrowed. She wanted to know how trustworthy

The atmosphere in the room became heavy with tension. Mia could sense Ava's struggle, but she couldn't ignore the hurt that Ava could bring to Luke. She wanted to help Ava find a solution, but she also wanted to protect Luke from further pain.Ava could tell that Mia was frustrated with her, and she felt ashamed for causing anyone such distress. She knew that her actions were wrong, but she was caught in a web of her own making and didn't know how to get out.Ava took a deep breath and said, "If I were to divorce Luke, it would hurt him even more, Mia. I'm trying to avoid that."Mia's expression turned resolute. "So…you’d continue staying married to him, then. For his sake."Ava nodded, her eyes locked onto Mia's. "I understand. And don't worry, Mia. I have everything under control."Mia's gaze lingered, searching for any sign of deception. Then, she sighed defeated, her shoulders slumping. "If you hurt him, Ava... don't blame me for what I'll do to you."The threat hung in the air,

“Jackson…”Mr. Timberlake's voice rose, his face reddening. "What is the meaning of this? Who is Emily Greenfield?" Jackson's expression turned calm, his voice reassuring. "Don't worry, Father. I can handle this. Officer Thompson here is just trying to play a prank on me." But Officer Thompson's expression remained serious, his hand dropping a warrant order on the table. Jackson picked it up immediately, scanning the document with a furrowed brow. Mr. Timberlake's frustration boiled over. "What is it, Jackson? What does it say?" Amelia's hand reached out, gently taking the warrant from Jackson's hand. Her eyes scanned the document, her voice trembling as she read aloud: " WARRANT FOR THE ARREST OF JACKSON TIMBERLAKE, SUSPECTED OF INVOLVEMENT IN THE DEATH OF HENRY GREENFIELD... " The room fell silent, the weight of the words hanging heavy in the air. Mr. Timberlake's face turned ashen, his eyes fixed on Jackson with a mixture of shock and disbelief. Officer Thompson's voice

Ava stood inside a penthouse, it was a twenty five story building from ground level and Ava was at the first floor, gazing at her reflection in the mirror, a glass of wine held delicately in her hand. The door opened, and Stanley entered, his head bowed. "All plans are set, Ma’am," he said, his voice low. "Partners?" she asked, her eyes narrowing. "All done," Stanley replied, his eyes cast downward. Ava's gaze intensified. "Proceed." Stanley nodded and exited the room, leaving Ava to her thoughts. The next morning, Amelia sat in front of the TV, her eyes fixed on the news casters. Her maids were carefully painting her nails when a breaking news changed the channel. "Breaking news: the Mr. Greenfield case has been reopened," the anchor announced. "New evidence suggests the Timberlakes had a hand in Mr. Greenfield's death, as well as his daughter Emily Greenfield, who died in a fire outbreak years ago. Sources close to the investigation reveal the Timberlakes sought to acq