Jackson was hastily ushered into a private room by his bodyguards, his mind reeling from the sudden turn of events. As he entered, his father was already there, his face red with anger. Before Jackson could even process what was happening, his father grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall, lifting him off his feet."What is the meaning of all this, Jackson?" his father growled, his eyes blazing with fury. "Why are you trying to tarnish my image?"Jackson struggled to free himself, but his father's grip was too strong. He was forced to his knees, his lip bleeding from the force of the throw. As he wiped away the blood, he stammered, "There's been a mistake, Father. They don't know what they're talking about."His father's expression turned incredulous. "A mistake? You call this a mistake?" He shook Jackson hard, his voice rising. "You're going to ruin everything we've built, everything I've worked for!"Jackson's eyes widened in fear as his father's anger reached a

Jackson's eyes locked onto Ava's, his voice firm. "Since you've heard, it won't be much of an explanation. I need your power to bury everything, even Emily Greenfield." “The ghost?” Ava's gaze met his, her mind racing with the irony. Jackson, you're asking me to bury myself, she thought, her eyes screaming the truth she dare not speak. "I can't help you, Jackson," she said firmly, trying to extricate herself from the situation. But Luke, ever the opportunist, chimed in. "What do you mean you can't help me? You're famous, I’m running for governor, you can't afford to lose me if I become successful..." “But you’re not.” Ava's voice rose, her patience wearing thin. "It's none of my business, Jackson. You should leave." But Jackson didn't hear her, his grip on her hand tightening. Ava trembled, her body reacting to his touch like an open wound. She whispered, "Stop," under her breath, but Jackson kept pleading, his voice relentless. Just as Jackson's grasp became unbearable,

As the evening sun cast its warm glow, Ava opened her door to find Amelia standing in the hallway, a friendly smile on her face."Not too early, am I?" Amelia asked, her eyes sparkling with warmth.Ava laughed, her voice melodious. "Stupid, come in!" She stepped aside, allowing Amelia to enter.As Amelia walked in, her eyes widened in awe, taking in the opulent interior of Ava's home. The top floor of the penthouse. The walls were adorned with exquisite artwork, and the furniture was a masterclass in luxury design. The chandelier above cast a warm, golden light, illuminating the plush carpets and rich wood accents.Ava noticed Amelia's gaze and chuckled. "Make yourself at home. Can I offer you something to drink? Water or juice?"Amelia's eyes landed on the bar in the corner. "Juice, please."Ava nodded to one of her maids, who quickly poured a glass of freshly squeezed juice. As Amelia took a sip, she nodded in appreciation."Thanks, Ava." She paused, her expression turning sincere.

As they approached the sitting room, Amelia exclaimed, "Finally, Lisa is back! What took her so long? Did the poo not come out quick?" She laughed, the only one finding her joke amusing.“Sorry for keeping you waiting,” Lisa smiled politely. "I lost my way, and the inside of the penthouse is just so amazing. I love the interiors!"Ava acknowledged the compliment with a gracious "Thanks."Amelia felt cozy about how Lisa complemented Ava. She stood to her feet, and approached Ava, her eyes gleamed with a hint of jealousy. "How much can one pay to have a room in the penthouse?" she asked, her voice laced with longing.“The penthouse??” Ava's expression turned guarded, her eyes narrowing slightly. " Well, for now, It's not for sale, Amelia."Amelia's face fell, her eyes clouding with disappointment. For a moment, the room was tense, the air thick with unspoken desires and unmet expectations. Then, Amelia forced a bright smile, her mask of cheerfulness slipping back into place. "Oh, oka

At 7pm sharp, Ava arrived at the location Amelia had sent, expecting an open space, but instead found herself standing in front of an underground bar parlor. The smell of cigarettes filled the air, making her wrinkle her nose in distaste. As she stepped inside, the disco lights flashed, making her feel uneasy and disoriented. The music was loud, the DJ's song pulsating through the room, making it hard for her to even think. Ava's instincts screamed at her to turn back, to leave this place behind, but as she turned to walk away, she heard her name being called out. "Ava!" The loudness of Amelia's voice cut through the music, making Ava's heart skip a beat. She turned back, forcing a smile onto her face as Amelia approached her, a wide grin spreading across her face. Amelia rested her hand on Ava's shoulder, a gesture Ava hated, but she forced herself to endure it. "Come meet the girls," Amelia said, her voice dripping with excitement.”they are dying to meet you.” Ava's eyes