As Sophia stood up from Jackson's lap, her movements carried a grace that seemed to defy the intensity of the moment. She retrieved the bandages, her hands moving with purpose, and began to tend to Jackson's wounds with a gentle touch. The atmosphere in the room, though momentarily interrupted by practical considerations, retained a lingering sense of connection.When Jackson stood up to leave, he turned back to look at Sophia, his eyes reflecting a profound gratitude. "Thank you," he said, the words carrying more weight than their surface meaning.Both of their eyes held a silent conversation, a shared understanding that begged for more yet lingered on the threshold of restraint. With a nod, Jackson left the room, the door closing behind him with a hushed finality. Sophia left alone in the room, touched her lips where the imprint of the kiss still resonated.Sophia lay back on her bed, her heart still racing from the intensity of the kiss with Jackson. Her fingertips gently trace
Ella, still holding her phone, now an inadvertent witness to the brutal act that unfolded within the study, was met with the piercing gaze of Dante and the cold, calculating stare of James. The seconds that followed were filled with tension. Ella, caught in the crossfire grappled with the realization that her presence had been exposed. Dante and James, confronted by the unexpected intrusion, faced a dilemma – how to deal with an unwitting witness who had stumbled upon their crime,Immediately Ella ran fast through the dark hallways of the big house, scared and nervous. The fancy things around her, like expensive furniture and quiet secrets, watched what was happening. Ella held her phone tight, a small thing that could show the lies that were hidden.As she ran, the video saved on her phone could be the only thing to save her and keep her alive,Dante’s loud voice echoed in the hallways, like a knife cutting the air. “Ella, stop!” he said, he ran after her, trying to stop her from
Ella bit her lip, lowered her voice, and sighed then looked around the cafe, making sure no one was listening. She leaned closer to Abigail and began to tell her everything."Abby, you won't believe what I've been through. It all started with the divorce. Jackson and I had been married for two years, and we were happy but like you said he had no money, and one day I couldn’t just take it anymore so I found someone else and decided to end it, I filed for divorce and moved out of our house. I thought that was the best thing for both of us. But I was wrong."She paused and took a sip of her coffee. Abigail nodded, encouraging her to continue."I met Alexander. He was the second son of the Wills family, the most powerful and influential family in the state. He was somewhat charming but rich, and adventurous, he pursued me relentlessly, showering me with gifts, compliments, and attention. He took me to exotic places, lavish parties, and romantic dates, but he didn’t know he was a mark
Pamela waited for a few seconds, then the door opened. She saw a man standing in front of her, a man who looked like Stanley, but also looked different. He looked older, thinner, and grayer than his old Polaroid, he had wrinkles on his face, bags under his eyes, and a stubble on his chin. He wore a faded shirt, a pair of jeans, and a pair of slippers. He looked like he had been living in isolation, neglecting his appearance, and losing his spirit."Who are you, and what can I help you with?" Stanley asked as he glanced up from his door,"I'm here to ask you about an article you wrote, almost twenty-three years ago, about some missing child in the capital," Pamela answered, her expression composed."About time someone asks about the missing boy found in the royal palace before the royal family went missing. You know what, come in, come inside," Stanley Marc said, gesturing for Pamela to enter. As they walked inside, he continued, "No, the child is not part of the royal family, the
Ella drove into the Wills mansion, feeling a surge of adrenaline and fear. She knew she was taking a huge risk, but she had no other choice. She had to face the Wills men it’s going to be now or never.She was stopped by the security at the gate, who looked at her with suspicion and contempt. They recognized her as the girl who had stormed out of the mansion a few days ago, after the encounter with James and Dante Wills, they told the security men to inform them if she came back, so the security man called Mr. James Wills on his phone and informed him that Ella was here and wanted to see him. He expected Mr. Wills to tell him to send her away, but to his surprise, he heard him say, "Let her in. I want to see what she has to say."Ella drove further inside the mansion and parked her car near the entrance. She stepped out and walked inside, clutching her purse tightly. She knew she had something that could ruin the Wills family's reputation and fortune: a video of Dante Wills killin
"Is everything alright?" Jackson inquired, his eyes noticing the shift in Sophia's demeanor as she stepped out of the room.Sophia, a mixture of empathy and frustration in her voice, replied, "Yeah, it's just my dad. He gets like this sometimes."Jackson, moved by her words, approached her and gently placed his hands on her arms. Leaning in slightly, he reassured her, "It's alright."Sophia, meeting his gaze, found comfort in the warmth of his eyes. In that shared moment, amidst the complexities of their intertwined lives, a silent understanding passed between them. “We never really talked about the kiss” Sophia spoke softly, Jackson chuckled a little and said “Which one”, “” Sophia replied the continued “Or whatever that’s going on between us, don’t say there isn’t” Sophia warned,“I’m not, I feel it too, anytime am around you, my world makes sense, I love the way you roll your lips when you feel anxious, I love your smile, I look the way you act when you know am watching I” Jackson
"Alright, just be on high alert, Madeline will be in a kill mood now," Jackson warned, his voice serious and stern. He knew what this meant, he knew what this implied, that Madeline would be furious, he knew that Madeline would be vengeful, he knew that Madeline would be ruthless, that Madeline would come after him, he knew that Madeline would come after Benedict, he knew that Madeline would come after Sophia. He knew that he had to protect them, he knew that he had to fight back, he knew that he had to end this. He knew that he had to do it now before it was too late before she struck before she killed.He ended the call and turned to Sophia, who was staring at him with a mix of emotions. Benedict came down the stairs, carrying his briefcase and coat. He was leaving for a meeting with a former friend of his, who had offered him some advice on how to deal with his business and the Wills' encroachment on his properties, he had lost some of his assets and men and was determined to
Fernando jumped out of the car, leaving the door open, without a moment's hesitation, he leaped out, swiftly stowing his phone and opening the back door, he had called the blade in shadows doctor as he drove. He hoped they would send help soon. He didn't have much time..He opened the back door and lifted Benedict's limp body from the seat. Blood stained his clothes and the leather upholstery. He felt for a pulse and found it faint and erratic. He cursed under his breath. He had to get him inside. Benedict, now unconscious, hung limply in Fernando's arms, his frail pulse barely registering any signs of life,Angela and Jackson heard the commotion and ran outside. They saw Fernando carrying Benedict and their eyes widened in shock and fear.Angela's eyes widened at the sight, and a gasp escaped her lips as the severity of the situation sunk in,"What happened?" Angela asked, her voice trembling."An ambush. They knew where he was, they had guns and explosives, and we barely made it