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
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,