Ava and Amelia drove into the parking lot of the penthouse and immediately the car came to a halt, Amelia was seen rushing the door to an open and walking swiftly, her face stained with red blood. Ava and John came out afterward. She walked hand in hand with John until they got inside and took a lift with Amelia who remained silent and her face furious. As the lift to their floor opened, Amelia rushed out and headed for the apartment door. Putting in the passcode, she pulled the door open and stormed inside the apartment. Ava and John tailed her from behind. As she saw Jackson seated in the lightened sitting room, she rushed to him, with a crying face. “Oh, Jackson see what they did to me.” Ava and John appeared behind her, watching the scene unfold before them. “What happened? Who did this to you?” Jackson asked hugging Amelia who was fuming like a child. “Ava.” He looked at her and she just greeted him with a nod. “Evening, Jackson. It was an accident made by Mrs
The Timberlakes mansion loomed imposingly, its exterior a testament to wealth and security. CCTV cameras hung like sentinels, their lenses watching and waiting. Men with guns patrolled the grounds, their dogs straining at the leash, eager to pounce. The atmosphere was tense, foreboding.A faint cry echoed from within the mansion's walls, a sound that sent a shiver down the spine. It was a plea, a desperate cry for help.In the basement, a sinister scene unfolded. William, Ava's former assistant, lay battered and broken. His face was unrecognizable, his body beaten beyond recovery. The men surrounding him, their faces twisted in cruelty, raised their fists again and again, each blow landing with a sickening thud.Just as all hope seemed lost, an frail old woman who looked to be in her late fifties emerged from the shadows. Her eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity as she raised her hands, and the men froze, their fists halted mid-air. The dogs, sensing their masters' unease, wh
Ava lounged in the sitting room of her penthouse, surrounded by opulence and grandeur. The morning sunlight streaming through the windows highlighted her poised figure, her raven hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of night. Luke had left for the office, leaving her alone in the vast space.She reached for her phone and dialed Stanley's number, her eyes fixed on the city skyline outside. When he answered, she spoke with precision, her voice commanding. "Stanley, I need you to schedule a meeting with my partners and a press conference."Stanley's tone was cautious. "A press conference, ma'am? May I ask why?"Ava's smile was a masterclass in politics. "I'm announcing my participation in the upcoming congressional race. I aim to compete with Jackson, and I need the public on my side."Stanley's pause was palpable. "Is that wise, ma'am? I mean, competing with Jackson directly... it's like fighting a dog head-on."Ava's laughter was low and husky. "Do you have a better plan, Sta
Just as the confrontation between Ava and Jackson was escalating, Stanley appeared at Ava's side, his eyes fixed on Jackson with a warning gaze. "Ava, we need to leave," he whispered urgently. "Now."Ava's eyes never left Jackson's face, her expression unyielding. "What is it, Stanley?" she asked, her voice low and even.Stanley's voice was barely audible. "Officer Thompson is waiting for us. We have a meeting."Ava's gaze flickered, her eyes narrowing. "Now?" she repeated, her tone laced with annoyance.Stanley's nod was curt. "Yes, now. We can't keep him waiting."Ava's eyes flashed back to Jackson, her expression daring him to make another move. "This isn't over, Jackson," she hissed, before turning to follow Stanley.As they walked away, Jackson's eyes burned with anger, his mind racing with questions. What was Ava hiding? And why was she to meet with Officer Thompson? The same officer handling Emily’s case. The answers, for now, remained elusive.Inside a room,Officer Thompson,
Amelia hastily arrived at Ava's apartment, her mind racing with determination. She approached the door, took a deep breath, and knocked softly. The door opened a crack, revealing a maid's timid face. "Can I help you, ma'am?" the maid asked, her eyes darting nervously. "Hello, I'm Amelia, a friend of Ava's. I need to speak with her urgently," Amelia replied, trying to sound calm. The maid's expression turned apologetic. "I'm so sorry, ma'am, but Miss Ava is not here. She's at the office, working on her campaign." “Ahhh…”Amelia's eyes narrowed, her mind racing. "Do you know when she'll be back?" “Hmmm…” The maid hesitated, glancing around nervously. "I'm not sure, ma'am. She's been working long hours lately...but I can try calling the office to see if she's available to meet with you." Amelia's smile was tight. "No, that's okay. I'll try reaching her at the office myself. Thank you for your help." As the maid nodded and closed the door, Amelia's eyes lingered on the apartme
Ava's eyes blazed with determination as she strode towards the security room, her mind racing with suspicion. If Amelia was here, she had to know. She burst through the door, her gaze fixed on the bank of monitors displaying the CCTV feeds from around the house.She scanned the screens, her eyes scanning the empty rooms and hallways, until one feed caught her attention. Her bedroom. And there, on the screen, was Amelia, snooping around her room, opening drawers and cabinets, her hands rummaging through Ava's personal belongings.Ava's face twisted in rage, her eyes burning with fury. She had been right. Amelia was snooping, trying to uncover her secrets. The betrayal cut deep, and Ava's grip on the counter tightened, her knuckles white with anger.Ava's eyes narrowed as she approached the maid, her voice icy. "Maria, why did you leave Amelia alone in the sitting room? I specifically instructed you to never leave visitors unattended."Maria's eyes widened, her face pale. "I-I'm so sorr
Ava's eyes fixed on the phone screen, her frustration growing with each unanswered call. She had tried reaching Amelia six times, and still, nothing. She slammed the phone onto the couch cushion, her anger simmering just below the surface.Just then, the door opened, and Luke walked in, his eyes tired from a long day at work. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, noticing Ava's tense expression.Ava's voice was laced with irritation. "Amelia. She's ignoring me. I've called her six times, and she won't pick up."“Why wouldn’t she reply you? Did something happen?”Luke's brow furrowed, his concern evident. "What's going on between you two? Have you been trying to reach her all day and you didn’t get through?"Ava's eyes flashed with anger. "She's been snooping around, asking questions. I know she's trying to uncover something, but I won't let her."Luke's expression turned calm, his voice soothing. "Ava, maybe it's time to take a step back. You're getting worked up over nothing."Ava's gaze nar
Luke's voice was firm, his eyes resolute. "I'm done, Ava. I refuse to help you again. I can't keep enabling your destructive behavior, your manipulation and hurtful actions. I deserve better, and so do the people you've hurt." Ava's face turned white with rage, her eyes blazing with fury. "Fine!" she spat, her voice venomous. "I don't even need you, Luke. I'll get what I want on my own. And you'll be left behind, wondering what hit you!" With a fierce storm, Ava turned and marched to her room, slamming the door behind her. The sound echoed through the house, a stark reminder of the turmoil that brewed within. Luke stood frozen, his heart heavy with sorrow and regret. He knew he had to stand firm, but a part of him feared what Ava might do next. ~ William's chest heaved, his breathing labored, as he sat in the dark room of the Timberlakes' mansion. The aged woman re-entered, her eyes piercing with a knowing gaze. "Are you ready to talk, William?" she asked, her voice gentle yet