MasukEmily 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. Emil
Emily stood outside, beaming with a warm smile as she greeted a group of white men who had arrived at the event. They complimented her beauty, and she graciously replied, "Thank you." Luke approached her, holding a glass of champagne in one hand and keeping the other hand casually in his pocket. "I was worried when you didn't show up," he said, his eyes filled with concern. Emily laughed slightly, "It's alright, I'm fine." Luke eyes scanned through Emily body when he noticed a bloodstain on her cloth and then he asked. “What happened to your hand?” When she looked at where he was pointing his finger, she covered her self immediately and says, “it’s nothing, just a small bruise.” “Are you okay?” Luke wanted to touch her but she raised her hands so he won’t approach. “I’m okay, really.” She forced a smiled and Luke sigh defeated. Luke continued, "I'll be leaving for the States soon." Emily's expression turned slightly melancholic, "I'll miss you. We've only spent a few
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
Emily swiftly picked up her bags, preparing to rush to the hospital where Amelia was. The therapist called out, "Emily, remember to take care of yourself at all times. Don't let anyone else's needs overshadow your own well-being." Emily nodded hastily, already focused on the urgent situation ahead. At the hospital, Emily rushed to Amelia's ward, her heart racing with anxiety. Jackson confronted her, his face twisted in anger. "If Amelia dies, the blood will be on your head!" he screamed. Emily stood firm, her voice steady. "Just get over it, Jackson. Take my blood and let me get out of here." Jackson's expression turned to disgust, and he snapped at the doctor, "Act fast!" The doctor quickly prepared the equipment and began piercing Emily's skin, drawing out her blood. Emily winced in discomfort, feeling a sense of resentment towards Jackson and Amelia for putting her through this ordeal. As they sat in the hospital room, waiting for Amelia to awaken, Emily turned to Jacks
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.
Emily's voice trembled with anger as she asked, "Why have you called this meeting?" A middle-aged man stood up, his expression smug. "We've called this meeting to discuss the new ownership of Image Corp Enterprise. We can't allow a woman to continue serving as head of this company." He glanced around the room, and the other stakeholders nodded in approval. "If your father were still alive, he would agree with this decision too." Emily's face flushed with rage. "You have no right to talk about my father! None of you even showed any concern when he passed away. Instead, you're here plotting to take away the company he built!" The room erupted into murmurs, with stakeholders whispering to each other. Jackson, who had been playing with a dice cube, dropped it on the table, his eyes flashing with unease. "Let's not listen to her sad story," he said, his voice firm. "All in favor of me becoming the new CEO and owner of Image Corp Enterprise, raise your hands!" Every hand in the







