In the opulent living room of the Paige mansion, Ava sat on the edge of the plush sofa, her hands clenched in frustration. The news of Hunter’s true identity had hit her like a ton of bricks, and she was spiralling into a pit of regret and anger. She had divorced the heir to the biggest conglomerate in America without even knowing it. The implications of her mistake gnawed at her constantly. Ava’s father, Andrew Paige, a stern man with a booming voice, was sipping his evening whiskey when he looked over at his daughter, shaking his head in disbelief. “You really screwed up this time, Ava. Do you know what kind of opportunity you just let slip through your fingers?” Ava’s brothers, Richard and Mark, were no less forgiving. Richard smirked as he leaned back in his chair. “All those years scheming to get a piece of grandpa’s supposed inheritance, and you never thought to aim higher. Who would’ve thought the idiot you were using was actually a Lee?” Mark chimed in, his tone dripping
In the quiet neighbourhood where Charlotte lived, the atmosphere was serene, a stark contrast to the brewing storm that was about to hit. She had just finished watering her garden and was enjoying a cup of tea on her porch when her phone buzzed with a message from Hunter. He was adjusting to his new life but wanted to reassure her that they were in this together. Charlotte smiled, her heart swelling with pride and love for her son.Unbeknownst to her, a shadow was lurking nearby. The unidentified man Patricia had been conspiring with had been given his orders: to eliminate Hunter and his mother from Patricia’s life. He had been watching Charlotte for days, studying her routines, and now he was ready to strike.That evening, Charlotte decided to take a walk to clear her mind. She strolled through the quiet streets, lost in thoughts of her past with Michael and the future she hoped to build with Hunter now back in her life. As she turned a corner, she felt a chill run down her spine,
After the harrowing kidnapping incident, Hunter found it difficult to shake off the lingering fear and anxiety. The thought of returning to the Lee mansion, where his family’s wealth and status painted a target on their backs, filled him with dread. He became increasingly reluctant to go back, preferring the safety and anonymity of their modest home.Charlotte, on the other hand, had her own reservations. She worried that her presence at the mansion would not be welcomed, especially by Patricia, who had made no secret of her disdain. But the insistence from James, Michael, and even Williams eventually wore down her resistance. They made it clear that she and Hunter were an integral part of the family, and it was time to fully integrate into the household.One evening, as Charlotte and Hunter sat on their porch, James and Williams arrived unannounced. James’s face was set with determination, while Williams wore his usual easy-going smile.“Charlotte, Hunter.” James began, “We need
The Lee mansion had transformed since the arrival of Hunter and Charlotte. Despite the tension, particularly from Patricia, the house now buzzed with a renewed sense of hope. Charlotte spent much of her time with Michael, offering him companionship and solace. Their bond, rekindled after so many years, brought a gentle light into Michael’s life. However, beneath the surface, shadows of deceit and malice lingered. Patricia’s facade of indifference masked her continuing efforts to poison Michael. She was determined to maintain her control over the household, regardless of the cost. More so, with the sudden appearance of Hunter and his mother, she was determined to ensure that her own son would not be cheated of his inheritance. Williams should be the sole heir to the Lee family’s inheritance. One afternoon, Charlotte and Michael were in the garden, enjoying the warm sunlight. Michael looked frailer than usual, his face pale and drawn. “How are you feeling today, Michael?” Charlot
Months had passed since Hunter’s identity was revealed, and the Lee household was undergoing a transformation. Hunter had stepped into the business world with the confidence and determination that marked him as a true Lee. His sharp mind and natural leadership skills impressed not only James but also the board members who had initially been sceptical of this new heir. James, seeing the potential in his grandson, began to delegate more responsibilities to him. Hunter was now handling meetings on his own, negotiating deals, and making decisions that directly impacted the company’s future.Michael, still abroad with Charlotte, was making a remarkable recovery. The treatment had worked wonders, and he was slowly regaining his strength. Though still unable to walk unaided, his condition had improved drastically. Charlotte, ever the devoted companion, stayed by his side, but even from afar, they kept in close contact with the family, offering their support and guidance.Back home, William
Hunter Lee sat at his desk, his eyes glued to the screen in front of him. The morning had been a whirlwind of meetings, phone calls, and last-minute preparations for an upcoming business trip. Despite his growing prominence in the Lee family business, he felt a gnawing anxiety in the pit of his stomach. His mother’s kidnapping had left him on edge, and the constant pressure from all sides was beginning to wear on him. The last thing he wanted to deal with was another new face in his already crowded life. A knock on the door jolted him from his thoughts. “Come in,” he called out, his voice sharper than intended. The door opened, and Amelia Greene stepped in. She carried a small notepad and a pen, her posture straight, her expression poised yet uncertain. Despite her professional demeanour, there was an unmistakable nervousness in her eyes as she approached Hunter’s desk. “Mr. Lee.” she greeted, her voice steady but soft. “I’m Amelia Greene, your new secretary. Mr. Lee—your gran
Amelia Greene let out a deep, exhausted sigh as she closed the door of her small apartment behind her. The first day at her new job had been a challenge, leaving her mentally drained and physically weary. Without even bothering to turn on the lights, she kicked off her shoes and shuffled into the living room. Her eyes fell on the single couch she had managed to arrange in the otherwise cluttered space, and she immediately slumped into it, sinking into the worn fabric. She gazed around the room, disheartened by the sight of unopened boxes stacked haphazardly against the walls. They were a stark reminder of how much she still had to do to make this place feel like home. The movers had delivered everything just over a week ago, but between settling into her new job and trying to adjust to life in New York, Amelia hadn’t had the time—or the energy—to unpack. Her eyes travelled to the boxes scattered around the house, each filled with items she hadn’t yet bothered to take out. Pots a
Hunter leaned back in his car, eyes closed as he tried to erase the day’s events from his mind. It was quiet now, the only sound being his audible breathing. Despite the stillness around him, his thoughts were anything but calm. His new secretary, Amelia Greene, had been on his mind since their first meeting that morning. Hunter had been intentionally cold, keeping his distance and making it clear that he had no interest in forming any kind of personal connection. But as much as he tried to ignore it, a nagging guilt crept in. He hadn’t missed the way Amelia’s hands trembled slightly as she handed him his schedule, or the momentary flicker of uncertainty in her eyes when he gave her curt instructions. He’d been harsh, perhaps unnecessarily so, but it was a defence mechanism he couldn’t afford to let down. Hunter knew all too well the consequences of letting someone get close. He’d been burned before—his mind inevitably wandered back to Ava, his ex-wife. They had married, and Hunt