Jackson and Sophia smiled at each other, feeling a connection that they couldn't explain. They leaned in, closing the gap between them, Sophia felt a burst of emotion as Jackson's arms wrapped around her. She had never expected to fall for him, She leaned into his chest and listened to his heartbeat."Jackson," she whispered, "I don't know what to say."He smiled. "You don't have to say anything, Sophia"He looked into her eyes leaned down and kissed her forehead softly, making her melt. They broke apart and he caressed her cheek. "Come on, let's go inside, It's getting cold out here”Jackson took Sophia’s hand and led her into the building, he followed him, feeling hopeful.They reached the porch and he opened the door for her. She stepped inside and he followed her. They walked through the living room and headed to the stairs. She stopped and turned to him. "I think I should go back to my room," she said.He nodded and said, "Okay. I'll see you in the morning."He let go of her

Later on, during the dinner and small talk, Ella would flash Dante a suggestive stare and then get back to eating. She knew that he was watching her, and she wanted to tease him. She wanted to make him see her and to make him want her more.Dante was sitting across the table, pretending to listen to his father James Wills' stories. He was bored and annoyed by the old man's attempts to woo Ella. He knew that Ella was sending signals to him, and he found out he hated seeing Alexander with her. He hated seeing him touch her arm, or lean in close to her ear. He hated seeing him smile at her, or laugh at her jokes.He wanted to be the one doing all those things. He wanted to be the one sitting next to her, holding her hand, whispering in her ear. He wanted to be the one making next to her,As they ate, they heard noises from outside like a convoy of cars pulling up. The Wills' security men from both inside and outside the building rushed to the scene, while James, Alexander, and Ella

Dante began to kiss the underside of Ella’s breast, sucking and licking till Ella was now screaming, she tilted her head upward as her eyes rolled inwards, grasping as Dante made his descent, Dante kissed his way downwards, kissing and sucking her belly button.Ella grabbed Dante’s hair and began to push him further downwards, Dante understanding what Ella wanted needed no further instruction, he knelt and Ella raised one of her legs on his shoulders,Dante held Ella’s legs on his shoulders and kissed them, sucking on her Achilles heel, Dante extended one of his hands into Ella’s dress, a grasp escaped Ella’s mouth as Dante's hands invaded her upper thighs, and with one slow move he began to remove her panties, Ella raised her second leg to allow her panties escape her body.Dante’s kisses began to move Ella’s legs till they reached her thighs, he looked up at her as if to see the damage his touch and kisses had caused and Ella smiled, forever a willing victim, and Dante continued til

Madeline gave a wicked grin and nodded. She liked Ella's boldness and confidence. She also liked her intelligence and courage. She felt a connection with her that she had not felt with anyone else, a connection of mutual understanding, she saw herself in Ella, so Madeline lifted her glass and clinked it with Ella's."Yes, it is. I like her," Madeline said, pointing to Ella. She looked at James and Dante and saw that they were surprised and intrigued by her statement, she had made up her mind, she was going to take Benedict Rake, and she was going to have her vengeance,The rest of the dinner went on smoothly and in the next two hours they discussed the schematics of how they would kidnap Benedict Rake and their strategy of attack,They concluded that would keep Benedict Rake at one of her secured warehouses at the edge of town.As everyone prepared to leave Ella stood by the door waiting for Alexander to finish talking to his dad while their driver readied the car for them to leave.

Benedict watched in horror as all of his men fell one by one till all fell. He had put up a fierce resistance, but it was no use. Madeline and James had brought too many men, too many weapons, too much firepower. They had overwhelmed his defenses and breached his mansion. They had come for him, and they had succeeded.He stood up, shooting his gun in a feeble attempt to grant himself victory. But his bullets ran out, and he was soon surrounded by enemies. He saw their faces, full of hatred and contempt. He saw their guns, pointed at his chest. He saw their fingers, ready to pull the trigger.He felt a surge of fear and despair. He knew that he had no chance, no escape, no mercy. He knew that he had no future, no family, no legacy. He knew that he had no hope, no dignity, no honor. He knew that he had nothing.He looked up and saw them. The three people who had orchestrated his downfall, and who had come to witness his death. Madeline Mitch, James Wills, and Dante Wills. They walke