When Hunter returned home, his entire gait screamed happiness. His step was lighter, his shoulders less burdened, and an unmistakable smile played on his lips. Charlotte, his mother, couldn’t be happier to see her son in such high spirits. The worry lines that had etched themselves on her face over the past Months began to fade, replaced by a hopeful glow.
“Mom, I got a job!” Hunter exclaimed as soon as he stepped through the door. Charlotte’s eyes widened in joy. “That’s wonderful, Hunter! Tell me everything.” In her excitement, she immediately set about preparing a small but filling feast for them. The aroma of roasted chicken and freshly baked bread soon filled the modest kitchen, mingling with the warm light of the evening sun that streamed through the windows. As they sat down to their celebratory dinner, Charlotte couldn’t help but beam at her son. “So, where will you be working?” Hunter took a bite of his meal before answering. “It’s at Lee Corporations.” Charlotte’s hand paused mid-air, her fork hovering over her plate. “Lee Corporations? That’s... impressive, Hunter.” “Yeah, I couldn’t believe it myself. I met the CEO, James Lee, yesterday. He was the one who offered me the job.” Charlotte’s heart skipped a beat. She forced a smile, trying to hide her shock. “James Lee, you say? The CEO?” Hunter nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, can you believe my luck? He was so kind to me. I can’t wait to start.” Charlotte managed to maintain her composure throughout the rest of the dinner, but her mind was racing. After they finished eating and cleaned up, she excused herself and went to her room. She sat on her bed, deep in thought, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She couldn’t let Hunter know that the James Lee he talked about was also his grandfather. She had kept Hunter’s father’s identity hidden all these years to prevent any clash between him and the Lee family. But now, fate had brought them together in the most unexpected way. Charlotte sighed, rubbing her temples. She had tried so hard to keep this secret to protect Hunter. His father, she had left his father, Michael Lee, before Hunter was born, and James had never acknowledged her or her son. She had moved away and built a new life for them, far from the shadows of the Lee family. But now, with Hunter working at Lee Corporations, the risk of the truth coming out was high. She couldn’t tell him to forfeit his job because of her fears. Hunter needed this opportunity, and she wouldn’t stand in the way of his success. Charlotte decided to let him work there and let life play out. She could only hope that the past would stay buried, at least for a little while longer. The next few days were a whirlwind for Hunter. He spent his time preparing for his new job, researching the company, and buying new clothes. Charlotte watched him with a mix of pride and apprehension, her heart heavy with secrets. On his first day at Lee Corporations, Hunter felt a mix of nerves and excitement. The building loomed large and imposing as he approached, but he squared his shoulders and walked in with determination. Inside, he was greeted by a sleek, modern interior filled with bustling employees. He was directed to the HR department, where he was given a brief orientation and then shown to his workspace. Hunter’s first task was to assist in a project for a new client. He threw himself into the work, eager to prove himself. His colleagues were welcoming, and he quickly found himself adapting to the fast-paced environment. During lunch, he couldn’t help but think about his encounter with James Lee. The man had been so kind and approachable, not at all what he had expected from a CEO. Hunter wondered if he would see him again. As if in answer to his thoughts, James Lee appeared in the office later that afternoon. He was there for a meeting with some of the senior staff, but he took a moment to greet Hunter. “How’s your first day going, Hunter?” James asked, his eyes twinkling with genuine interest. “It’s going great, Mr. Lee. I’m really enjoying it here,” Hunter replied, standing a little straighter. James nodded approvingly. “I’m glad to hear that. Keep up the good work.” After James left, Hunter couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something familiar about him. He shrugged it off, chalking it up to the man’s charismatic presence. Back at home, Charlotte waited anxiously for Hunter’s return. When he finally walked through the door, she could see the excitement in his eyes. “How was your first day?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. “It was amazing, Mom. I even saw Mr. Lee again. He asked how my day was going,” Hunter said, a note of awe in his voice. Charlotte forced a smile. “That’s great, Hunter. I’m so proud of you.” As the days turned into weeks, Hunter settled into his new role at Lee Corporations. He worked hard, determined to make the most of the opportunity. Meanwhile, Charlotte continued to wrestle with her internal conflict, praying that the past would remain hidden. One evening, Hunter came home with exciting news. “Mom, I’ve been assigned to a special project. I’ll be working directly with Mr. Lee and some of the senior staff.” Charlotte’s heart sank, but she kept her expression neutral. “That’s wonderful, Hunter. I’m sure you’ll do great. Be careful though. they are rich people after all and they could turn their backs on you whenever.” That night, after Hunter had gone to bed, Charlotte sat in her room, her thoughts swirling. She couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was about to change. The secret she had guarded so fiercely was now at the brink of being exposed. She knew she couldn’t protect Hunter forever. The truth had a way of surfacing, no matter how deep it was buried. Charlotte decided that she would have to trust in her son’s strength and resilience. He deserved to know the truth, even if it meant facing the complexities of his heritage. As she turned off the light and lay down to sleep, Charlotte whispered a silent prayer. She hoped that when the time came, Hunter would understand her choices and find it in his heart to forgive her.Just when Hunter thought that life was starting to look up for him, a ghost from his past reappeared, bringing with it a whirlwind of emotions. One crisp morning, while preparing for another busy day at Lee Corporations, Hunter spotted her—Ava. She was sitting in a client meeting with senior managers, her presence commanding the room. Her polished demeanor, the way she confidently interacted with the executives, it all felt surreal. Hunter’s heart sank as memories of their tumultuous relationship and pending divorce flooded back. He stumbled to his workspace, his thoughts in disarray. The office buzzed with the usual activity, but Hunter felt detached, as if he were watching everything through a foggy window. He tried to focus on his tasks, but his mind kept drifting back to how he met Ava and how everything unraveled. **Flashback** Hunter had just graduated from college and was recruited in a large company. He was fast becoming a recognised employee at the company and the CEO h
Hunter and Ava decided to keep their relationship a secret from her family. They were aware that, despite the favour Hunter received from Mr. Paige, he would never approve of his daughter marrying someone from a lower class. They continued their romance discreetly, stealing moments together outside of work. One night, as they were having dinner at a small, quiet restaurant, Ava looked at Hunter with concern. “Do you ever worry about what might happen if my father finds out?” Hunter sighed, holding her hand. “Of course, I do. But I believe in us, Ava. We’ll find a way to make it work.” That night, Hunter couldn’t sleep. He found himself thinking about the future and the challenges they would face. He decided to seek his mother’s advice. “Mom, can we talk?” Hunter asked, sitting down at the kitchen table where Charlotte was reading. “Of course, Hunter. What’s on your mind?” Charlotte replied, looking up from her book. “It’s about Ava,” Hunter began, his voice hesitan
Hunter's mother had always warned him to stay away from rich people. "They're a different breed, Hunter. They don't value the same things we do," she'd said. But when Ava walked into his life with her captivating smile and charming demeanor, he couldn't help but fall for her. Now, under six months into their marriage, he was divorced. He could still hear his mother's voice, a mix of concern and resignation, echoing in his mind. Sitting in his cubicle, Hunter tried to focus on his work, but his thoughts kept drifting back to the disaster of his marriage. The meeting had ended minutes ago, but he was still lost in his memories. He watched as Ava exited the conference room, clinging to one of the men there. It was an all-too-familiar sight, one that sent him spiraling back to the day he discovered her betrayal. **Flashback** It was one night, after another exhausting day of job hunting, Hunter trudged home, his mind heavy with the weight of his failures. As he approached the mansion,
The bar was dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke. Jake sat across from Hunter, nursing his drink while listening attentively to Hunter’s ramblings. Hunter's words were slurred, and his eyes were bloodshot from a combination of alcohol and pent-up emotions. “You know, Jake,” Hunter began, his voice wavering, “sometimes I wonder how things got so messed up. My ex in-laws... they were a piece of work. Always meddling, always judging. But Ava... she was the worst of them all.” Jake nodded, his expression sympathetic. He had only known Hunter for a short while, and though he had never met Ava or her family, he had heard enough stories to form a clear picture. “Tell me about it,” Jake said, leaning in slightly. Hunter took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “It’s not just one time. It was everything. They controlled every aspect of our lives. Her parents would criticize me for the smallest things, like the way I dressed or the job I couldn't se
Over the next few weeks, James Lee observed Hunter closely. He took note of certain physical qualities and mannerisms that seemed strikingly similar to his son Michael. Hunter had the same piercing onyx-coloured eyes, the same dimpled smile, and even the same habit of tapping his fingers when deep in thought. James found himself increasingly captivated by the young man, convinced that there was something more than mere coincidence at play. James was sure that Michael had only one son, Williams. Michael would have mentioned if there were another child. This strange resemblance gnawed at James’ mind, distracting him during meetings and luring his thoughts back to Hunter time and again. That evening, James returned home, the Grand Lee mansion standing imposingly against the twilight sky. The mansion, despite its size and grandeur, was eerily silent. It had been this way since Michael fell ill seven years ago. James walked past the ornately decorated rooms, each one a testament to t
Despite hearing from both sides and having both stories sound identical, James couldn’t ignore the gnawing need to be absolutely sure that Hunter’s mother, Charlotte, was indeed the same Charlotte who had been a significant part of Michael’s past. The uncanny resemblance and the name weren’t enough to satisfy his doubt. He needed confirmation, and the only way to get it was to meet Charlotte in person, he decided. One afternoon, after ensuring Hunter was busy at work, James took Hunter’s address from the company’s records. The drive to the modest neighbourhood where Charlotte lived was filled with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. His sleek, expensive car felt out of place as he pulled up to the small, well-kept house with a vibrant front yard garden. Charlotte was tending to her flowers, her hands deftly working the soil. When she noticed the luxury car, a flicker of apprehension crossed her face. She straightened up, wiping her hands on her apron, and watched as James stepped
James had spent the last few days contemplating the best way to break the news to Patricia and Williams about Hunter’s true identity. He knew it would be a shock, especially to Patricia, but he believed it was time for the truth to come out. One evening, he called a family meeting in the living room, his heart heavy with the weight of the revelation. Patricia and Williams sat on the plush couches, curiosity and slight apprehension evident on their faces. James cleared his throat, gathering his thoughts. “Thank you both for coming. There’s something very important I need to tell you,” James began, his voice steady but filled with emotion. Williams leaned forward, his brow furrowed in concern. “What is it, Grandpa?” James took a deep breath. “I recently discovered something about our family, something that changes everything. You both know that Michael had a serious relationship before he married you, Patricia.” Patricia’s expression hardened slightly, but she nodded. “Yes, Ja
Hunter stood outside the courthouse, feeling a mixture of relief and exhaustion. The divorce from Ava had been long and painful, but it was finally over. The sun was high, and the courthouse steps were bustling with people, but all he could think about was moving forward. As he approached the entrance, he saw Ava and her mother waiting. Their faces twisted with anger as they spotted him. “You worthless piece of trash!” Ava’s mother spat, her voice venomous. “You couldn’t even keep a marriage together.” Ava joined in, her words cutting deep. “You’re useless, Hunter. I can’t believe I even considered marrying trash like you.” Hunter took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. He knew engaging with them would only make things worse. “Goodbye, Ava. I hope you find happiness,” he said simply before turning away. Ignoring the continued barrage of insults, Hunter walked to the exit. As he stepped outside, he was taken aback to see a sleek black sedan parked at the curb, a uniformed
Hunter paced his office, his brow furrowed and his phone clutched tightly in his hand. The soft glow of the desk lamp barely illuminated the room, casting long shadows on the walls. It had been two days since Amelia went missing, and every passing second felt like a heavy weight pressing down on him.Ethan leaned against the desk, his face a mirror of Hunter’s frustration. “I don’t understand,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “She wouldn’t just vanish like this. Amelia’s not impulsive.”Hunter stopped pacing, his dark eyes narrowing. “I know,” he replied sharply. “She’s always punctual. Always responsible. This isn’t like her.”“Have you heard from the police?” Ethan asked, his voice low but urgent.Hunter shook his head. “They’re working on it. But we’re not exactly their top priority. Missing persons cases take time—time we don’t have.”Ethan crossed his arms, his jaw tightening. “She’s my cousin, Mr. Lee. I can’t let anything happen to her. I’m not even sure how to call my
From the moment Hunter stepped into the company’s building, he felt that something was off. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary though, so he couldn’t understand why he was feeling this way. He made his way into his office, still trying to understand what was making him feel that way. Maybe it was the fact that he was yet to have his daily dose of caffeine or something.As he settled into his office chair and switched on his laptop to check his unread emails, his mind drifted off to the phone call with his parents the night before. As expected, his Dad was only getting better day by day. There was a certain glow to him and he was even thinking of starting physiotherapy. His mom was so happy when she was sharing about Michael’s progress with James and Hunter, you could literally feel the happiness in her voice as she and Michael took turns recalling several moments since they left for Michael’s treatment. Honestly, Hunter was glad that his father was getting better. That just mea
Amelia blinked, her eyes adjusting to the dim light as a figure stepped into the room. Her heart raced as she squinted, trying to make out the man’s face. She had already conjured the worst case scenario- that her ex had finally found her and was about to torture her. The man moved closer, and the faint glow from a small window high on the wall illuminated his features. She didn’t recognise him. Panic surged through her chest as the realization hit her: this wasn’t Steven, her obsessive ex. This man was a stranger. A sharp jolt of fear shook her out of her confused state. Who was this man? Why was she here? “Let me go!” Amelia’s voice cracked with desperation as she resumed struggling against her bindings. The ropes bit into her skin, tight and unforgiving. “Why am I here? What do you want from me?” The man stood in front of her, his expression neutral but slightly annoyed. He sighed loudly and then, with an exasperated tone, said, “Shut up, will you? I’m just doing my job.”
Ava sat in her spacious living room, her manicured fingers tapping impatiently against the armrest of her leather couch. She had expected chaos, a storm of judgment and pressure directed at Hunter, but what had followed was far from her plan. The media frenzy she had so carefully orchestrated had fallen apart within days. Articles had been mysteriously pulled, and apologies issued publicly. The buzz around Hunter’s alleged mistreatment of her was gone—replaced by whispers of her dishonesty. Her phone buzzed, and she stared at it with cold eyes. It was another message from her mother, full of concern and confusion. Her family was worried, asking why the media had retracted their story, why suddenly everyone was siding with Hunter. Ava tossed the phone onto the couch in frustration. She felt trapped—this wasn’t how things were supposed to go. She wanted Hunter to come running to her, desperate to fix things, willing to give in to her demands. But instead, it seemed like everything was
Ava was meticulous when it came to planning her moves, and this was no different. She knew how to play her cards, and the game she was setting up with Hunter was no exception. Just a week after confirming her pregnancy, Ava discovered that the child was the result of a short-lived fling she’d had a couple of with some guy. Rather than letting this inconvenience derail her plans, she saw it as an opportunity to further tighten her grip on Hunter. Hunter had made it clear that he didn’t want anyone to know about the pregnancy until he was ready, but Ava had no intention of keeping that promise. She needed leverage, and what better way than to stir the pot before Hunter could even get his bearings? Ava sat in her spacious, meticulously decorated apartment, scrolling through her contacts until she landed on her mother’s number. She hesitated for a brief second, then hit dial. The phone barely rang twice before her mother picked up, her voice dripping with concern. “Ava, darling! Ho
The next day, while Hunter was buried in reviewing some documents, his phone buzzed on his desk, jolting him out of his work. He glanced at the screen and saw a text from Ava: ‘I’m heading to the hospital now to confirm the pregnancy. The appointment is at 2 PM. I expect you to be there.’ Hunter stared at the message for a moment, his emotions a tangled mess. He didn’t want to believe Ava’s claims, but he knew he had to face this head-on. If she really was pregnant—and if the child was somehow his—then he needed to know for certain. He typed a quick reply: ‘I’ll be there.’ The next few hours passed in a blur. He tried to focus on his work, but his thoughts kept drifting to the appointment. By the time 1:30 PM rolled around, he couldn’t ignore the gnawing anxiety any longer. He grabbed his coat and told Amelia he was stepping out for a while. Her concerned eyes followed him as he left, but she didn’t ask any questions, sensing the gravity of whatever was weighing on him. W
The day had started like any other, with the usual bustle of meetings, reports, and phone calls. Hunter was finally beginning to move past the paranoia that had lingered since the drugging incident two months ago. His grandfather James, and even his father Michael had both been furious when they found out what had happened, demanding tighter security and investigations. Even Patricia, who had never hidden her disdain for Hunter, had shown genuine shock when she heard the news. For a while, Hunter had ruled out the possibility of any family member being involved. But despite the lingering questions, things had finally started to settle down, and Hunter was slowly easing back into his normal routine. The office buzzed with activity as the day unfolded, and for a moment, it seemed like the shadow of the past was finally fading away. That is, until he heard the commotion outside his office. A loud cry echoed through the hallway, followed by the sound of frantic sobbing. Hunter frow
Ava stood by the window of her luxury apartment, staring at the skyline with a smirk curling at the edge of her lips. It was clear her previous attempts to bring Hunter down and crawling back to her had failed miserably, thanks in no small part to that secretary of his, Amelia. But Ava wasn’t the type to back down easily. If Patricia’s schemes weren’t enough to shake Hunter’s control, then it was time for her to take matters into her own hands—directly. And this time, she wasn’t interested in ruining his reputation. No, she wanted to rekindle the flame that once existed between them, to pull him back into her grasp where he belonged. The plan was simple but effective: tamper with Hunter’s lunch order and let the drug do its work. She had timed it perfectly—Amelia would be on her usual afternoon break, leaving Hunter alone. It was now or never.Hunter’s day had been gruelling. He was swamped with meetings and reports, but he was used to the pressure. What caught him off guard was th
Patricia sat in her dimly lit study, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the polished mahogany desk. The room was filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee, but the bitter taste of resentment lingered in her mind. Weeks of scheming with Ava had led them to this point. The groundwork had been laid: whispers in the right ears, planted doubts in the minds of the board members, and calculated rumours designed to paint Hunter as a ruthless and manipulative leader. They were confident that the seeds they had sown would soon bear fruit. But Patricia couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling gnawing at her. For all their efforts, Hunter had yet to show any signs of cracking. Across town, Ava was busy playing her part. She had reconnected with some of Hunter’s old acquaintances from college and strategically let slip comments about how he was always distant, cold, and more interested in personal gain than genuine relationships. “He’s always been like that.” she would say with a practiced sigh,