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 had taken note of him. One day, while working late at the office, Hunter was called into his boss’s office for a special project. To his surprise, he was introduced to Mr. James Paige, a prominent businessman and philanthropist. “Mr. Paige, this is Hunter Miller, one of our brightest young associates,” his boss said. Hunter extended his hand, and Mr. Paige shook it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir,” Hunter said, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside him. “The pleasure is mine,” Mr. Harrison replied, studying Hunter with a curious intensity. “You look like you’d be reliable to work with.” Over the next few weeks, Hunter worked closely with Mr. Paige on various projects. One evening, after a long meeting, Mr. Paige asked Hunter to join him for a drink. As they sat in a quiet bar, Mr. Paige spoke about his family and his children. “Hunter, I’ve been meaning to ask you if you could help my daughter. She’s very bright but she needs someone to guide her in the business world. My daughter, Ava, has just joined my company. She needs someone to guide her through the business world, and I think you are the perfect person for the job.” Hunter’s heart raced with excitement. “I’d be honoured, sir,” he replied, envisioning the potential to impress Mr. Paige and further his career. Hunter arranged to meet Ava in the company cafeteria, a few days later. As he waited, he reviewed his notes, eager to make a strong impression. When Ava arrived, she was strikingly beautiful, with an air of confidence that made Hunter slightly nervous. “Hi, Hunter. I’ve heard a lot about you,” Ava said, extending her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss. Paige.” Hunter replied, shaking her hand. “Let’s get started.” Throughout the meeting, Ava was attentive but occasionally diverted the conversation with personal questions. She laughed at his jokes and leaned in closer than necessary, making Hunter uncomfortable. He however made no mention of it, in order to not upset her or her father. Over the next few weeks, Hunter focused on maintaining a strictly professional relationship with Ava, despite her frequent attempts to flirt. He was clear and patient in his explanations, ensuring she understood the complexities of their work. One day, after a particularly successful meeting, Ava approached him with a different demeanour. “Hunter, I really appreciate all your help. You’ve made this transition so much easier for me,” she said, her eyes softening. “It’s my job, Ava. I’m glad I can help,” Hunter replied, maintaining his professional tone. Ava hesitated, then spoke more softly. “It’s not just that. I like you, Hunter. More than just a mentor.” Hunter was taken aback but quickly composed himself. “Ava, I appreciate your honesty. But it’s important to keep our relationship professional, especially considering your family’s reputation.” Ava looked disappointed but nodded. “I understand, Hunter. I respect your professionalism. But I’m not giving up on you.” Hunter smiled, relieved that she took it well. “Thank you, Ava. Let’s keep moving forward.” As they continued to work together, Hunter began to notice small actions that showed Ava’s affection for him. She would bring him coffee without asking, leave encouraging notes on his desk, and listen intently to his advice. One day, after a long meeting, Ava smiled warmly at him. “Hunter, I don’t know what I would do without your guidance.” Hunter felt a flutter in his chest. “I’m just doing my job, Ava. But thank you.” Hunter found himself thinking about Ava more often. Her kindness, intelligence, and dedication began to resonate with him. One evening, as they worked late on a project, Hunter looked at Ava and realized his feelings for her had changed. “Ava, can I ask you something?” Hunter said, his voice hesitant. “Of course, Hunter. What is it?” Ava replied, looking up from her laptop. “Why did you decide to join the company?” he asked, genuinely curious. Ava smiled. “I wanted to prove myself, not just to my father but to myself. And honestly, working with you has made this journey worthwhile.” Hunter felt a warmth spread through him. “I’m glad to hear that, Ava. You’ve been doing great.” As weeks turned into months, Hunter and Ava grew closer. One evening, after a particularly successful project, they decided to celebrate with a quiet dinner. As they talked, the atmosphere shifted from professional to personal. “Ava, there’s something I need to tell you,” Hunter said, his heart pounding. “What is it, Hunter?” Ava asked, her eyes filled with curiosity. “I’ve been trying to ignore it, but the truth is, I’ve started to have feelings for you,” Hunter confessed, looking into her eyes. Ava’s face lit up with a smile. “Hunter, I’ve felt the same way for a while now. I was just waiting for you to realize it.” With their feelings out in the open, Hunter and Ava navigated their relationship carefully, maintaining their professionalism. Mr. Paige noticed their growing closeness and called Hunter into his office once day. “Hunter, I see you and Ava have grown quite close,” Mr. Paige said, a hint of a frown on his face. Hunter nodded, feeling a mix of nervousness and hope. “Yes, sir. We have.” Mr. Paige’s expression softened a bit. He could just be reading meaning to the whole thing. “As long as you both maintain your professionalism, I have no objections. Ava’s progress is important to me, and you seem to help her with that.” Hunter felt a wave of relief and gratitude. “Thank you, Mr. Paige. I’ll do my best to make sure that she exceeds your expectations.”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
The next few days were a whirlwind of activity at the Lee mansion and the Lee Corporation offices. The upcoming press conference, where James would reveal Hunter as his first grandson and subsequent heir, required meticulous planning and coordination. James was determined to ensure everything went smoothly. James stood in his office, reviewing the press release drafts with his assistant, Matthew. “We need to make sure the statement is clear and leaves no room for misinterpretation. This announcement is going to change everything.” Matthew nodded, jotting down notes. “I’ve scheduled meetings with the PR team to refine the message and anticipate potential questions from the media. We’re also preparing a video montage to introduce Hunter and highlight his achievements in college and as a employee in business industry.” James looked out the window, deep in thought. “Good. Hunter deserves to be recognized for who he is and what he’s accomplished. This isn’t just about the inheritanc