Mag-log inAva's smile was a masterful blend of sweetness and malice, her lips curling up in a sly, sideways curve. It was a smile that hinted at secrets and schemes, a smile that suggested she knew something you didn't. As she gazed at the screens, her eyes landed on another video feed, this one showing the interior of the Timberlakes' house. But the image was fuzzy, the camera's battery low. Ava's eyes narrowed, her smile faltering for a moment. Just then, Stanley walked into the room, carrying a cup of tea. "Here, I brought you something to drink.” He dropped the tray beside her table. “what's going on?" he asked, noticing her intense focus on the screens. Ava's smile returned, wider and more menacing than before. "I need to go into the Timberlakes' house," she said, her voice low and determined. “The cameras are low, I have to replace with a new one.” Stanley's eyes widened in alarm. "Won't that be a risk? How do you plan on doing it?" he asked, setting another tea down on a nearby co
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
Ava asked, "Amelia, do you love everything?" “It’s like you knew my size already. Everything suits perfectly on me.” Amelia nodded happily, her eyes sparkling. "Yes, I do! And can I call you sister?" Ava smiled, her voice warm. "It's okay by me." Lisa, feeling a bit distant from the conversation, spoke up. "Excuse me, Ava, may I use the restroom?" Ava nodded. "Of course, Lisa. Do you want me to show you the way?" Lisa shook her head. "No, just describe it, and I'll find my way up." Ava pointed towards the stairs. "It's upstairs, second door on your left. You can't miss it." As Lisa headed towards the stairs, Amelia turned back to Ava, her eyes shining with excitement. "Sister, can I try on some more clothes?" Ava smiled, her heart heavy with memories. "Go ahead, Amelia. Try on whatever you like, they’re all yours." Ava forced herself to smile, her lips curling up in a fake gesture of warmth. She hated every minute that Amelia remained inside her house, but how long
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 expressio
The meeting with Doctor Veronica lasted for an hour, until Ava was escorted out of the office by the therapist herself, who smiled warmly as Ava thanked her with a bow. As she turned to leave, Ava heard her name called out by a familiar voice. "Ava!" She turned to see Amelia standing in the waiting area, looking just as surprised to see her. "Ava, what a surprise to see you here," Amelia said, her eyes narrowing slightly with curiosity. Closing the gap between them. "Likewise," Ava replied, trying to sound casual. "What brings you here?" Amelia's eyes lingered on the door to the therapist's office. "I must have made a mistake. I thought this was the dermatologist's office." Ava chuckled awkwardly. "Oh, no, this is the therapist's office. I just came to visit Doctor Veronica and thank her for something." Amelia's eyes still looked suspicious, but she nodded. "Oh, okay. Well, I'm still waiting to see the doctor." Ava nodded. "Okay, well, I'll see you later then." As
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 unbearabl
Isabelle’s POV The meeting room was pristine, the kind of sterile environment that stifled emotions and amplified tension. I sat at the head of the long glass table, flipping through the agenda for the upcoming collaboration between my company and Ryder Industries. But my mind wasn’t on logis
Kaia’s POV It had all started with a whisper. The first time Damion had mentioned the child, I knew something was wrong. The way his voice caught when he asked about Nathan, the way his eyes lingered on the boy as if searching for a reflection of himself—it was like watching a man unravel in
Kaia’s POV The plan was unraveling faster than I had anticipated. When Damion stormed out after returning the boy, I knew things had shifted. I felt it in the way his voice trembled when he’d confronted me. The guilt. The hesitation. He was slipping away. And it was her fault. Isabelle.
Isabelle’s POV The flashing blue and red lights outside my home were almost blinding, their glow casting distorted shadows across the walls. The tension that had held me captive for days still lingered, but Nathan was finally safe. He was asleep upstairs, his tiny body curled up under the blank







