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PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 44
Jessica woke up the next morning feeling drained. The weight of her father’s words hung heavy on her shoulders, and the tension between her loyalty to him and her growing feelings for Philip was starting to take its toll. She knew she had to go back to Aton Empire, but every step felt like she was walking into a trap—one that she couldn’t escape.As she dressed for the day, her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Andrew’s reminder that he was always watching played on repeat in her head, making her second-guess every move. She knew she had to keep her guard up, but the idea of betraying Philip—of using him—felt increasingly wrong.When she arrived at Aton Empire, the atmosphere was noticeably tense. The news of Barry Aton’s death had spread, and the employees were on edge, uncertain of the company’s future. Jessica felt their eyes on her as she made her way through the building, whispers following her down the halls. She kept her head high, though inside she was struggling to maintain h
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 45
Jessica sat in her car outside Aton Empire, her hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles turned white. The conversation with her father replayed in her mind, his words echoing in her ears like a relentless drumbeat. "You’re a Lane. And Lanes always come out on top." But what did that even mean anymore? The more she thought about it, the more trapped she felt.She knew she had to go home, but the idea of facing her father again made her stomach churn. Instead, she pulled out her phone and stared at the screen, her finger hovering over Philip’s contact. Part of her wanted to reach out, to hear his voice and maybe, just maybe, find some comfort in it. But what would she say? That she was being torn apart inside, that she was beginning to care about him in a way that scared her? No. That would only complicate things further.With a frustrated sigh, Jessica shoved her phone back into her purse and started the car. The drive home was a blur of thoughts and emotions. Sh
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 46
The early morning light filtered through the blinds as Jessica sat at her kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold. The events of the previous night played over and over in her mind, each detail etched into her memory with painful clarity. Her father’s words lingered like a shadow, his warning heavy on her heart.She had barely slept, the weight of her predicament pressing down on her with relentless force. For the first time, Jessica felt completely alone. She had always known that her father was ruthless, but seeing it firsthand, feeling the cold edge of his control, was something she hadn’t been prepared for. And now, she was trapped in a web of her own making, unable to see a way out.Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her phone vibrating on the table. Jessica glanced at the screen and saw Philip’s name flashing. Her heart skipped a beat, the familiar mix of emotions swirling inside her. She hesitated for a moment, then picked up the call.“J
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 47
The sun was setting as Jessica drove back to her apartment, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions. Her father’s ultimatum had left her reeling, and the weight of her decision pressed heavily on her chest. The streets were crowded with evening traffic, but she barely noticed the cars and pedestrians moving around her. All she could think about was the impossible situation she found herself in.When she finally arrived at her apartment, Jessica felt a sense of dread wash over her. She parked the car and sat for a moment, gripping the steering wheel as if it could somehow anchor her in the storm of emotions she was experiencing. She knew she had to make a choice, but the thought of cutting Philip out of her life felt like losing the one connection that still made sense to her.As she stepped out of the car and walked towards her building, Jessica tried to push the thoughts out of her mind. She needed to clear her head, to find some way to navigate through the tangled mess her life
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 48
Jessica drove through the darkened streets, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. The encounter with her father’s man had left her shaken, and the thought of what lay ahead filled her with dread. She had always known that her father was a controlling, manipulative man, but the reality of his power over her life was becoming more apparent with each passing day.As she approached her father’s estate, a sprawling mansion on the outskirts of the city, Jessica felt a chill run down her spine. The tall iron gates loomed ahead, their black metal twisted into intricate designs that gave the place an almost gothic appearance. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she pulled up to the gate.The guard on duty stepped out of the small booth and gave her a nod before pressing a button that caused the gates to slowly swing open. Jessica drove through, the gravel crunching under her tires as she made her way up the long driveway. The mansion stood at the top of a small hill
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 49
Jessica sat in her car outside her father’s mansion, her hands still trembling from the intense conversation. She had always known that her father was a powerful man, but the extent of his control over her life was becoming suffocating. His words echoed in her mind, reminding her of the delicate line she was treading between loyalty to her family and her feelings for Philip.As she drove back to her apartment, Jessica’s thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and fear. Philip had been a significant part of her life, and despite everything, she still cared for him deeply. But her father’s threats were not something she could ignore. Andrew Lane was not a man to be crossed, and Jessica knew that if she didn’t play her cards right, both she and Philip could suffer the consequences.When she finally reached her apartment, Jessica parked the car and took a moment to gather herself. The quietness of the night seemed to offer no solace, only amplifying the turmoil in her mind. She took a deep
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 50
Jessica couldn’t sleep that night. The fear and tension of the day clung to her like a suffocating blanket. She tossed and turned, her mind racing with thoughts of her father, Philip, and the mess she found herself in. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched, that at any moment, something terrible would happen. Every creak of the floorboards and rustle of the wind outside sent her heart into a frantic rhythm.By morning, she felt drained, the restless night leaving her more exhausted than before. She dragged herself out of bed, going through the motions of getting ready, but her thoughts were still on the ominous conversation she’d had with her father. His threats were clear, and she knew that he wouldn’t hesitate to follow through if she stepped out of line. She had to be careful—very careful.As she made her way to the kitchen, her phone buzzed on the counter. She froze, her stomach tightening as she saw the caller ID. It was her father.Jessica hesitated for a mom
PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 51
Philip sat at his desk in the dimly lit office, staring blankly at the stack of documents before him. The weight of recent events pressed heavily on his shoulders, and the noise of the city outside seemed distant, almost muted. He couldn’t focus on work, not with everything that had happened. The memory of his last conversation with Jessica played over and over in his mind, her voice trembling with something she hadn’t said. There was something she was holding back, and it gnawed at him.A soft knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. “Come in,” Philip called out, his voice rough from the long hours of silence.The door creaked open, and Marcus, his long-time assistant, stepped in, holding a folder. “Sir, the board is asking for an update on the Lane situation,” Marcus said, his tone careful. He could see the strain on Philip’s face.Philip sighed deeply, rubbing his temples. “Tell them I’m working on it. I’ll give them something concrete by the end of the week.”“Understood,” Marc
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