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Julian leaned back in his chair, as he pondered the conversation with Evelyn.
He knew she would come around; she always did when it came to their family's interests.
A faint smile played on his lips as he thought about Liam's reluctance.
"The boy will learn," Julian thought.
Julian's eyes narrowed, his mind already racing with strategies to ensure the marriage arrangement went through.
He would stop at nothing to secure his future.
The room was dimly lit, the only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioner.
Julian's gaze drifted out the window, his thoughts consumed by the intricate web of alliances and power plays.
He picked up his phone again, dialing a number.
"Harrison, it's Julian. I just spoke to Evelyn about the engagement but Liam's being stubborn. I need you to... expedite things on your end."
Julian listened intently, his expression unreadable. "Good. Keep me updated."
The call ended, and Julian's eyes gleamed with determination. He would get what he wanted, no matter the cost.
As Julian hung up the phone, a sly smile spread across his face.
He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together.
His mind wandered to his next move, the intricate web of alliances and power plays that would secure the Grey family's fortube.
The marriage arrangement between Liam and Sophia was just one piece of the puzzle.
A soft knock at the door broke the silence. "Enter," Julian called out, his voice smooth.
The door opened, and a woman slipped inside.
Julian's eyes locked onto hers, a spark of intimacy flickering between them.
"What's the plan, Julian?" Roxanne asked, her eyes locked on his.
Julian's smile grew wider. "The plan remains the same, my dear. We'll see this through to the end."
As Roxanne's step-sister's husband, Julian had carefully maneuvered himself into the family, using the Grey name to further his own interests.
Their affair was a secret, hidden from prying eyes, including Evelyn's.
Julian's calculating nature ensured he kept his relationships strategic, but with Roxanne, he felt a spark of genuine connection.
Roxanne's eyes sparkled with excitement as she moved closer to Julian.
"I'm glad we're on the same page," she said, her voice husky.
Julian's gaze followed her, his eyes locked on hers.
"We make a good team, don't we?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive.
Roxanne's smile grew wider as she sat down beside him. "The best team," she replied, her hand brushing against his.
As they sat together, Julian's phone buzzed again.
He glanced at the screen, his expression unreadable.
"I need to take this," he said, his voice was smooth.
Roxanne nodded, her eyes never leaving his face.
"Go ahead," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Julian answered the call, his voice low and calculated. Roxanne watched him, her mind racing with possibilities.
She knew Julian's ambition, his drive for power. She was right there with him, every step of the way.
As Julian spoke on the phone, Roxanne's thoughts turned to Evelyn.
Her sister was oblivious to Julian's true nature, to the affair they were having. Roxanne's smile grew wider as she thought about the secrets they kept, the lies they told.
As Julian hung up the phone, Roxanne stood up and walked to the window, her eyes gazing out into the night.
"You know, Julian, sometimes I worry about Evelyn," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "She's so blind to your true nature."
Julian's expression turned calculating as he watched Roxanne. "What are you getting at, my dear?" he asked, his voice smooth.
Roxanne turned to face him, a hint of mischief in her eyes.
"I'm just saying, maybe it's time we let Evelyn in on a little secret. About us, I mean."
Julian's smile grew wider as he stood up, his eyes locked on Roxanne's.
"Oh, I don't think that's necessary, my dear. At least, not yet."
Julian's eyes seemed to gleam with amusement as he walked towards Roxanne.
"Let's keep our little secret, just a bit longer," he whispered, his voice low and seductive.
Roxanne's smile faltered for a moment, but then she nodded, her eyes sparkling with understanding. "Of course, Julian. Whatever you want."
As they stood there, with arms roaming each other, the feeling of connection blossomed between them.
...
Meanwhile, the Ali's household adjusted to a new normal, one where Ruby was no longer part of their life.
As Victoria went about her day, her mind wandered to the past.
She thought about the choices she had made, the paths she had taken, and the consequences that had followed.
She couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if she had done things differently.
The memories of 24 years ago still lingered in her mind, like an open wound that refused to heal.
She remembered the pain, the fear, and the uncertainty. She remembered the choices she had made, and the sacrifices she had endured.
Victoria went about her routine, her thoughts were a jumble of emotions. She felt a deep sense of regret, mixed with a sense of resignation.
She knew that she couldn't change the past, but she couldn't help but wonder what could have been.
The silence in the house was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of her footsteps. Victoria felt alone, even in the midst of her family.
She knew that she had to move forward, but her heart was heavy with the weight of her memories.
Victoria's thoughts turned to Ruby. She wondered how she was doing, if she was happy, and if she was safe. She hoped that Ruby had found a way to heal, to move forward, and to find her place in the world.
Victoria's heart ached with longing, as she thought about the daughter she had lost. She knew that she would never be able to go back, to relive the past, or to change the choices she had made.
All she could do was move forward, and hope that someday, she would find peace.
As the sun set over the Ali household, Victoria's thoughts finally began to untangle.
She realized that dwelling on the past wouldn't change anything, and that she needed to focus on the present.
With a sense of determination, she pushed aside her memories and stepped into the kitchen to prepare dinner for her family.
While she cooked, the familiar rhythms of her routine brought her a sense of comfort. She chopped vegetables, stirred the pot, and let the aromas fill the air.
For a brief moment, her mind was free from the weight of her memories.
But as she sat down to eat with her family, Victoria's gaze drifted to the empty chair at the table. Ruby's absence was a palpable reminder of the choices she had made and the consequences that had followed.
They ate in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. As they finished, Victoria stood up to clear the table, her mind still wandering to Ruby.
Victoria found solace in the quiet routines of household chores, as the evening drew to a close.
She washed the dishes, her hands moving methodically as she lost herself in the warm water and suds. The physical labor was soothing, a distraction from the emotional turmoil that still lingered beneath the surface.
As she dried her hands and put away the last dish, Victoria felt a sense of accomplishment wash over her.
It was a small victory, but one that gave her the strength to face the rest of the night.
She walked out of the kitchen and looked towards the living room, where her family was gathered, watching TV or reading books.
The soft glow of the lamps and the muted sounds of the television created a sense of normalcy.
Victoria sat down at the dining chair, staring at the warm atmosphere in front of her.
They really do not care about Ruby.
As the night wore on, Victoria's thoughts grew more introspective.
Victoria stood up and headed to her bedroom. She lay down, feeling the weight of her memories still present, but also a glimmer of hope.
Tomorrow would be a new day, a chance to start anew, and to find a way to live with the choices she had made.
The darkness enveloped her, and Victoria closed her eyes, her heart heavy with emotion. But as she drifted off to sleep, she felt a sense of peace settle over her, a sense that she would find a way to heal, and to move forward, one day at a time...