Rebecca was more than determined to get back at Ashton. She wanted nothing more than to make him pay and to do so, so dearly. If it were possible to make him pay with his blood she would want that. Late one night, as Rebecca pored over documents, she had stayed awake in order to get to the bottom of the situation. She spent hours unending until she came across something. She let out a smile on seeing it as she felt in that moment, a flicker of triumph washing over her features. She had just stumbled upon an important piece of evidence linking Thomas to a series of illegal transactions. This was her golden ticket not just to freedom, but to revenge."Finally." She muttered to herself as she smiled. "Thomas and Ashton would be going down together. Oh Thomas Gomez, it's not my fault that you decided to be what you chose to be, and on whose side you choose to be on. '' She said to herself. She was glad that it was all falling in place. Finally, The next morning, she met with Dunbar and
Elizabeth Cooper this time around went out of her way to throw a lavish party. According to her,this was her way of celebrating her survival. Again. You know the saying, once beaten, twice shy huh? She had gone out of her way and got the preparations in place. Well of course the Coopers' abode was a picture of elegance as always, adorned with glittering lights and floral arrangements that exuded sophistication to prove that the Coopers were indeed who they said they were. The guest list was equally impressive, comprising some of the most influential figures in town, including Myles Jameson, Ashton Pearce, Thomas Gomez, Michael, Laura, and Anthony. All Elizabeth's friends and business associates if you would call them that. As the evening progressed, laughter and clinking glasses filled the air. Elizabeth and her mother floated between conversations, ensuring everyone felt welcome. She was blissfully unaware of the storm brewing just beneath the surface, unaware that Rebecca had been
Ashton Pierce stood at the entrance of the Cooper mansion, again. He let out a sigh as he felt that usual feeling of familiarity come over him. He was all smiles on this day. He had the intention of seeing Angel today. The other day he wasn't able to see her and since then it had been from one whirlwind of trouble unto the other. He had finally gotten time to go see her and he wanted to make the most of that opportunity now that he got the chance. He held the little box that contained the brand new phone which he had gotten for Angel. He was sure that she must have forgotten about the promise he made to her a while ago about getting her a cell phone. This was the perfect time as he had just received his , well, not so first paycheck from Thomas. A butler answered the door and recognized Ashton instantly. That was quite a relief, Ashton thought. “Good evening, Mr. Pearce. Miss Cooper is expecting you,” he said with a polite bow and that made Ashton chuckle. "Oh no," he said to him.
Meanwhile, the charged up atmosphere with Rebecca’s revenge continued to float around him and his friends. Ashton, and Thomas had been meeting regularly to discuss their next steps, trying to stay one step ahead of Rebecca’s schemes.One evening, as they gathered in Ashton’s office, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Ashton leaned back in his chair, his expression serious. "We need to come up with a plan. Rebecca isn’t going to stop until she gets what she wants.”Thomas nodded, his brow furrowed with concern. “We can’t let her get the upper hand. We need to find out what she’s planning and stay one step ahead.”Thomas leaned forward, his eyes steely. “I’ve been looking into her contacts, trying to figure out who she might be working with. So far, I haven’t found anything concrete, but I’m not giving up.”Ashton appreciated Thomas’s determination. "Good. Keep digging. We need all the information we can get.”As they continued to strategize, a knock on the door interrupted their
Rebecca packed her car and at the Knowles garage and she strode into her family home, her heels clicking against the marble floor with each determined step. The air inside the house was cold, reflecting the tension and bitterness that often permeated their conversations. She was greeted by the stern faces of her mother, Mrs. Knowles, and her younger brother, Theron, who were waiting for her in the grand living room."Rebecca," Mrs. Knowles began, her voice icy. "I hope you have news for us. This vendetta against Ashton and his friends needs to be resolved swiftly." She said to her daughter. Theron, lounging on the sofa with a drink in hand, chimed in, "Yeah, sis. What's the plan? I can't stand those self-righteous idiots, especially Thomas Gomez. He acts like he's untouchable." He said. Rebecca sighed, her frustration evident. "I'm working on it, Theron. Ashton and his friends are more resourceful than I anticipated, but I'm not backing down." Rebecca said. Mrs. Knowles leaned for
Rebecca knew way too well that time was of the essence. As she drove to Thomas Gomez's office, her mind whirled with strategies. Strategies on how to get things done and in the way she wanted. She needed to isolate Ashton and his friends quickly, and a direct confrontation with Thomas was necessary. She had to offer him one last chance to back out, to save himself from the coming storm.Thomas was after all the backbone of Ashton. Him getting out of the way would mean a whole lot to her. She simply couldn't understand why he was still with that lowlife ex husband of hers. He was just being too pathetic, Ashton. It had been a while since she last visited Thomas' office and the last time she checked Thomas' office was located in a modest building downtown, a stark contrast to the grandeur of the Knowles estate. Well what could she say? She was already made. Rebecca's heels clicked against the polished floor as she walked through the lobby, the receptionist gave her a wary glance. She i
Ashton sat back in his chair, still processing the conversation he'd just had with Thomas. The thought of Mr. Cooper's offer gnawed at him, but Thomas's words had struck a chord. Healing Elizabeth was an act of compassion, not commerce. He couldn’t let money or power tarnish that."Thanks again, Thomas," Ashton said, standing up. "I really appreciate your support."Thomas nodded, his eyes softening with empathy. "Anytime, Ashton. Now, how about we take a break? We’ve been working ourselves to the bone. Let’s go out tonight, have a drink, and unwind a bit."Ashton’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Clubbing? I didn’t know you were into that sort of thing."Thomas chuckled. "I’m not, really. But we need a distraction. Let’s just go, have a few drinks, and forget about all this for a while."Ashton hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, you’re on. A night out might be just what we need."Later that evening, the two friends found themselves at a trendy nightclub downtown. The pulsat
"Yeah," the old drunk dude said while Ashton watched him. "Beauty gets into their heads and they ask for divorce. You could have gone for someone else, someone less, prettier." He said to Ashton and he wasn't even slurring. Ashton couldn't tell whether or not he was drunk or if he could still maintain soberness with that bottle of..... was that vodka in his hands? Ashton had thought that it was beer, but upon closer look he could see that this old man probably was having a great night keeping himself warmed up."Want a sip?" He asked Ashton. He had noticed that Ashton was staring at the bottle in his hand. Ashton shook his head no and the man let out a shrug. "Oh well, more for me then." He said and Ashton looked away. "You should get married again." The man opined and Ashton rolled his eyes. Okay who gave this guy the right to advise someone else? "I mean, I can see that you're not over this girl." He said to him and Ashton sighed. Too bad he was going to have to see this through.