Rebecca strode confidently out of her penthouse the next morning, she was dressed in a sharp, navy-blue business suit that radiated power and gave off what she described to be sexiness with a touch of sass. Her heels clicked against the polished marble floor as she made her way to the sleek black car where Myles was already waiting for her. This day wasn’t just another day—it was the day she would confront the federal authorities and reclaim her empire, Knowles Corps.Or so she thought....She sleekly slid into the car beside Myles, she barely spared him a glance as she reviewed the documents they were about to present. Her mind was entirely focused on getting her company back. After all, she had done her part—she had managed to paint Ashton Pearce as a villain on national television. It was only a matter of time before the public and, more importantly, the federal government, would see her as the wronged party and undo the unjust seizure of her company. That was part of her plan an
The afternoon sunlight slowly and lazily filtered through the windows of Ashton’s penthouse as he and Thomas sat in the spacious lounge, they both held whiskey glasses in their hands. The atmosphere between the two men was heavy with unspoken tension, tension about the matter at hand. Ashton stared into his glass as he swirled the amber liquid while he tried to put his thoughts into words."I can’t believe Rebecca’s gone this far," Ashton finally said, his voice was low but was filled with frustration. "She’s not just trying to ruin me professionally anymore—she’s making it personal, dragging my name through the mud, claiming I abandoned her and some imaginary child." He said in frustration. Thomas leaned back in his chair, his eyes were fixed on Ashton, thoughtful but concerned. "It’s low, I’ll give you that," he replied. "But she’s always been ambitious and vindictive. I just didn’t think she’d sink this deep into playing the victim for the public." He said. He was so disappointed
Rebecca Knowles stepped out of her sleek black car, her sharp stilletho heels clicked on the stone pathway that led to the orphanage. This time, she was with her lawyer, Samuel Denton, and he followed closely behind he. He held in his hand while he walked confidently, a leather briefcase. The orphanage director once again met them at the entrance. Rebecca hid a smile. Her poor soul. She was obviously unaware of the cold storm that brewed beneath Rebecca's poised demeanor.She probably didn't read the news or listen to gossip. That was good thing...at least for Rebecca.“Ms. Knowles, we’re so glad to have you back,” the director greeted. “Kelvin is eager to meet you again.” she told her. Rebecca’s face softened, but only slightly. Of course it was only a mask, one she had perfected over the years. She shook the director’s hand, her eyes flicked toward the door, she was so eager to get the process over with. “Thank you, Ms. Peterson. We won’t take too much of your time today I promi
The next day arrived with somewhat of an eerie stillness, as if the city itself was actually holding its breath in anticipation. Ashton had spent most of the morning at his field going over his plants and avoiding the endless barrage of calls from journalists. He had a gut feeling that Rebecca wasn’t done with her games, but still, he hoped that Thomas' plan was still in place. ....... Rebecca Knowles was dressed impeccably. Dressed in a perfectly tailored cream-colored dress that exuded both wealth and vulnerability, she was indeed wearing an air of victimhood that suited her well for the cameras. She arrived at the TV studio with her son. The kid's resemblance to Ashton was so undeniable even to the most casual observer. Her steps were confident, her eyes gleamed with the satisfaction of having the spotlight back on her terms.As the camera crew adjusted the lighting, Rebecca smoothed out her dress and glanced at her the child, she gave him a quick smile before she turned her atte
It had already been one heck of a long day for Ashton. He had spent the rest of the afternoon avoiding the onslaught of messages, calls, and the constant buzzing of his phone as the fallout from Rebecca’s TV interview spread like wildfire. He watched it himself. He wondered how on earth he was ever in love with that woman. She was the devil herself. Every media outlet seemed to have picked up her story, and now, everywhere he looked, it was 'Ashton Pearce, the absent father'. He let out a deep sigh as he clenched his fists tightly while he paced back and forth in his office. The sun was beginning to set in the sky. If had already made long shadows to reflect through the window, and ironically it mirrored the growing feeling of unease within him. His mind raced with conflicting emotions—anger at Rebecca for going public with such lies, guilt for not having seen this coming, and, beneath it all, a nagging doubt about the child she claimed was his.Because up until that moment, he stil
Ashton walked into the faintly lit bar, the weak smell of whiskey and wood smoke continue to permeate the air. It was quite a quiet night at the upscale establishment, and he preferred it that way. Tonight wasn’t about getting lost in the noise—it was about him getting answers. The place was one of their faves, himself and Thomas'. They both would come to the bar to both while away some time or relax and on many occasions attempt to get drunk but failing inevitably because they were too responsible for such shenanigans, try as much as they could. He spotted Thomas as he was seated at a booth near the back, while he nursed a drink in his hand. Thomas raised his glass in acknowledgment as Ashton approached, his face was set in a grim line.“He man,” Thomas greeted as he slid a glass across the table to him. “You look like hell. I take it Rebecca’s interview didn’t exactly do you any favors.” he deduced immediately. Well, no shit.Ashton sank into the booth with a heavy sigh, he tiredl
Rebecca sat in her sleek car, her fingers drummed rhythmically against the steering wheel as she drove. She glanced at the office building of who had now become her one and only long-time confidante, Myles Jameson. She wasn't going to lie, she had been surprised to have received a call from him and that had stirred a glimmer of hope within her chaotic day. Don't get her wrong, she was over the moon with Ashton's recent misfortune and her role in it but she still felt shitty here and there and this day was one of those unlucky days, you know. As she entered his office, she was greeted by Myles' calm yet determined presence. His suit was immaculate, his expression was carefully neutral. He stood up as she walked in and extended a hand which she took."This had better be something good like you said over the phone." She said with an eye roll. “Aww, it's good to see you too, Rebecca,” he greeted her. “Glad you could make it on such short notice.” He added with a smile. Rebecca only smi
The nightly air was quite thick with the scent of city life as Rebecca and Myles arrived at one of Miguel Dominguez’s clubs. The towering building stood like a monument to excess, its flashing neon sign shone brightly and made out an eerie glow over the street. They parked at a short distance away and approached the entrance, Rebecca’s nerves continued to hum beneath her calm exterior.“This is quite the place,” she remarked while she took in the grand façade of the club. She had heard a lot about Miguel's clubs but she had never actually been to one. Judging by the looks of things, she was sure Myles had been to one ......or numerous of them. “I suppose it suits someone like Miguel.” she said. Myles nodded his head. “He’s always been a fan of dramatic settings. Keeps his rivals guessing.” He gave Rebecca a sideways glance. “Ready for this?” he asked her. Well.........Rebecca took a deep breath. “I don’t think I’ll ever be ‘ready,’ but I know what’s at stake. Let’s do this.” She