LOGINJackson 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 ang
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
Amelia sat in the deputy officer's room, her finger bitten raw in panic. She had been waiting for what felt like an eternity for news about Jackson. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Jackson walked in, flanked by the deputy officer. Amelia rushed to her feet, embracing Jackson tightly. "Are you okay? What happened? How did it go?" “Smooth thanks to your father.” Jackson nodded at the deputy officer, a smile on his face. “It’s okay, Amelia I got everything under control.” The deputy officer smiled, his eyes warm. "You don't have to thank me. Anything for my baby girl." Amelia's eyes widened in surprise, realizing the deputy officer as her father had helped her this time. She knew he held much power in the authority line, but didn’t know he could be quick to take his actions into effect. As they sat down, the deputy officer asked, "Can I get anything for you both? Water, perhaps?" Jackson shook his head. "No need, thank you, sir. We're just glad this ordeal is over."
“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 vo
At the Timberlakes' mansion, Amelia and Jackson arrived for an evening meal, a rare occurrence for Jackson, who had never ventured here during his marriage to Emily. However, with Amelia by his side, he made occasional appearances. As they entered the opulent sitting room, they found Mr. Timberlake seated in his favorite armchair, a cold grin spreading across his face. Before them, a man groveled on the floor, his hands clasped together in a desperate plea. "Please, Mr. Timberlake, forgive me! I don't have the money yet to pay back what I owe!" Mr. Timberlake's gaze remained fixed on the man, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "You should have thought of that before you borrowed from me, Marcus. Now, you'll have to face the consequences." Amelia's eyes widened in discomfort, while Jackson's expression turned grim. He had witnessed Mr. Timberlake's ruthless dealings before, but it never got easier to watch. As they stood there, the atmosphere thickened, heavy with te
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 h
*TRIGGERED WARNING* (You can choose to skip this chapter as it contains hate and violence, which might somewhat offend viewers.) Jackson sat on the Luxurious bed, his fingers hovering over the phone as he debated whether to make the call to Amelia or not. But before he could dial, his attenti
Emily's voice was barely above a whisper, her words laced with desperation. "Please, Lisa, take me to the hospital." Without hesitation, Lisa swept Emily into her arms, and in what felt like an instant, they were standing in the emergency room. The doctor's face came into focus, his expression
Emily opened her eyes slowly, the world around her still blurry and unfocused. All her blood had been drained out of her. As her vision cleared, she saw a familiar face sitting next to her. It was Amelia, with a relieved smile on her face. "Thank goodness you're alive," she said, reaching ou
Skip, I’ve you’ve read this before. “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 p







