Alexander "What do you mean she lost the baby?" Pa Martins asked, his voice laced with confusion."Amelia had a miscarriage yesterday," I informed, glancing at my wristwatch. It was 8 am, and I had to be at the office before 10 am."Poor child. What was the cause of the miscarriage?" "Cervical issues." "Hmm. Now you no longer have a reason to be tied to her.""Come on, Pa. We just lost our baby, and that is what you could think of?" "Alexander, don't be overly emotional. We never got to find out if the child was yours. For all we know, she might have gotten rid of the baby herself to keep us from finding out." I felt a pang of anger. "I don't need proof to know if the child was mine or not Pa. I'm certain the baby belonged to me." "The only reason I allowed her to stay here, was because of the pregnancy. Now that the baby is no more. Why should she stay here?" "Because she's my wife. Besides the public already knows. There is no need hiding it anymore. Amelia will stay with me,
Amelia I paced back and forth, deep in thought as I processed what Isabel had just said. She stood patiently, waiting for my reaction or permission to leave.My mind was raced with questions and doubts, and I couldn't seem to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of my stomach."Is there anything else, ma'am?" she asked. I let out a sigh of frustration, "Uh..." my response trailed off as I hesitated. My gaze drifted towards the door, distracted by the muffled murmurs and shuffling footsteps outside.I slowly approached the door and turned the handle. Pulled it open and was met with the sight of Alexander standing in the hallway, his back turned towards me. What on earth was he doing? Then he turned around, and his appearance caught me off guard. He looked like a nervous teenager about to ask his crush to prom, clutching a rose in one hand and a bag in the other. I wasn't sure what was in it.He looked fazed. "Hi," I said."Hi," he muttered, clearing his throat
SeleneAmelia's voice resonated through the walls, and I quickly approached my room door. I opened it slightly and peeked out to see what was happening."Isabel!" she yelled once more. I cracked open my door and caught a glimpse of her standing by the stairs before she hurried down. Curious, I tiptoed out of my room to follow her and see where she was going.I positioned myself by the stairs and peeked around, but she was nowhere to be seen. A minute passed, and then she reappeared, accompanied by a maid. It wasn't IsabelI quickly and quietly retreated to my room, carefully closing the door behind me to muffle the sound, so she wouldn't hear it click shut.As soon as I heard her door shut, I slipped out of my room once more, tip-toeing to her door, where I leaned in to listen to the conversations.From the way she questioned the maid, it was obvious she had become suspicious. I knew it was only a short time before she questioned Isabel. I had to find her first before Amelia did.I h
Amelia "What are you doing here?" Selene's voice trembled with unease. "I...." I hesitated, unsure of why I needed to explain myself to her. Instead, I turned the question back on her, "What are you doing here?" "Nothing. I found the security guard fast asleep when I came. I tried to wake him, but he didn't budge - he's clearly in a very deep sleep." She turned back to the system, her fingers clicking away on the keyboard. "I just wanted to check the footage to see if I was still wearing my diamond necklace when I came back to the mansion," she said, her eyes fixed on the screen. I walked closer to see what she was doing. "There it is," She said as I got close. "Good night." She flashed me a warm smile. She began to walk away but then paused in her tracks, turning back to me. "You know, Amelia, I think we would really get along. We should be friends. We could go on a girls' trip together, do some shopping, talk about boys." She chuckled. I stood there, unsure of ho
Alexander "Alex, how dare you!" Paul exclaimed, bursting into my office with James in tow."I tried to stop him, sir," James said, apologizing. "It's alright, James. I'll take care of this," I replied, dismissing him.Once James left, Paul continued, "You have no right to auction off my company, Alex!""I'm fed up with this endless bickering, Paul," I shot back. "It's been going on for two months. And let's be clear, I hold the majority shares in your company."Paul's face reddened, "You have no idea the tireless efforts I put into building that company. Just because you tricked my shareholders into selling their shares to you, doesn't mean you own the company."My jaw clenched in frustration, "If you want to prevent the auction, then file for bankruptcy - it's a straightforward solution. Your failed company will never be merged with mine."Paul's anger boiled over, "I'm sure your grandfather will be delighted to hear about your underhanded tactics. You're not going to get away with
AmeliaI burst into my office, seething with anger and frustration from Alexander's harsh tone. "He has no filter with me," I fumed, pacing around the room. "One minute he's charming and affectionate, and the next, he's cold and dismissive." I shook my head, trying to process my emotions. "I'm so fed up with his mood swings. Honestly, sometimes I just can't stand him." I grumbled to myself, flopping down in my chair. My phone rang, cutting off my rant. I felt a wave of relief wash over me when I saw the name of the caller. "Hey, girl! How's it going?" Hayley's cheerful voice asked. I let out a deep sigh. "Not going well, Hay."She immediately picked up on my tone. "What happened? Any of the employees upset you?" She asked."No, it's the great Alexander being his usual infuriating self. God! I don't know what he feels like sometimes.""What did he do?""What he knows how to do best. I understand that I'm his wife, but that's no excuse for speaking to me the way he does.""Aw, sorry
Alexander I was stumped, I had no idea what to say. All I knew was that I was going to prove to them that I know fun things to do. "What do people do for fun?" I muttered to myself."You don't know? You're certainly not a fun person. "Hmmm. We could go see a concert or a movie." I said."How is that fun?" She asked."People enjoy that sort of thing.""To some it is. It's just not fun to me." She countered. "You don't know what's fun? That's no surprise. You don't have to try proving anything."I struggled to come up with something fun, but my mind was blank. I thought of other enjoyable activities, and then, memories of when I was little came to mind- happy times spent baking with my mum in the kitchen. A smile spread across my face."I've got an idea," I exclaimed, a plan forming in my head. "What is it?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. I just took her hand and led her to the kitchen, my pace quickening with excitement. "Everyone out," I ordered everyone in the kit
Amelia"Let's not get ahead of ourselves with the laughter," I said to Sarah. "Give the chef a chance to showcase his talents." "Hold on a minute," Sarah said, heading over to Alexander. She helped him into an apron, tying it around his waist, and then topped it off with a chef's cap, adjusting it on his head.Despite the apron and cap, he still looked so handsome. He cocked his head in my direction and our eyes met."Now, you look perfect for the job!" Sarah exclaimed.He blinked and shifted his gaze away. I felt my face heat up with a blush, my gaze falling to the ground. I nervously tucked my hair behind my ear, trying to compose myself.The kitchen was spacious and well-appointed. "Don't you should summon one of the kitchen staff to find out where the ingredients are kept?" I suggested, glancing around the room."No need to call anyone, i know where everything is." He replied, striding confidently towards what looked like a nook."I think he's finally found the pantry," I whisper
Amelia I stood in front of the full-length mirror, barely recognizing the woman staring back at me. The delicate lace of my wedding dress hugged my shoulders, trailing down in soft waves. My heart raced, not from nerves, but from an overwhelming sense of joy. Six months ago, I thought I might lose Alexander forever. But today, he was waiting for me at the end of the aisle, alive, strong, and still mine.âAmelia, you look breathtaking.â My motherâs voice broke through my thoughts as she stepped into the room. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears.âDo you think heâll like it?â I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of excitement and nervousness.She laughed softly. âSweetheart, Alexander would be speechless if you showed up in a potato sack. But in this⊠youâll take his breath away.âI smiled, blinking away my tears. âThank you, Mom. For everything. For being here.âShe took my hands in hers. âItâs my honour, Amelia. Youâve been through so much but look at you now. Today is about lov
Alexander Two days agoâIf my assets are what they want, they can have them,â I said, my voice heavy with frustration. âI wonât be able to live with myself if anything happens to Misty.ââWhat if they donât release her after you give them everything?â Sarah asked, her arms crossed as she leaned against the wall.âSheâs right,â Charlie added. âWhat if they⊠traffic her?ââThey wonât. If I give them what they want, sheâll be fine.ââLetâs just call the cops,â Amelia said.âNo cops!â I snapped. âI donât want to upset them.ââAlex, this isnât a movie. We canât just keep this to ourselves and hope they donât harm her.â Charlie added.I dragged my hands through my hair, the pressure in my chest was becoming unbearable. âFuck!â The word exploded out of me. âI need to think.âI stormed into my study and slammed the door shut behind me. My vision blurred with anger as I stared at the cluttered desk. In a blind fury, I swept everything off it with one angry motion, sending papers, pens, and a
Henry âItâs really working,â I said, unable to hide the hint of disbelief in my voice. My dad smirked. âOf course, itâs working. Itâs my plan, Henry. Itâs supposed to work. I trust all your doubts have been cleared now?â Selene chimed in, lounging against the wall with a smug grin. âI told you your dad was right. There are three people Alexander loves more than anything: his sister, Amelia, and their daughter.â My dad turned his cold gaze toward her. âI donât know why youâre still here. Donât you have something better to do?â Selene straightened. âHenry said it was okay for me to stay.â âLeave her alone, Dad,â I interjected. âSheâs helped us. Weâre all on the same side here.â âShe helped you, not me.â He shot her a disdainful look. âThis will all be over soon. What are you planning to do with Amelia?â âThe same thing we plan on doing to her daughter.â Seleneâs eyes widened slightly. âYouâre going to kill both of them?â âDo you have a problem with that?â my dad asked sharply
Alexander âItâs been two days,â Amelia said softly, her voice strained with worry. âThe kidnapper hasnât called. Letâs just go to the cops.ââNo, we canât. If we involve the police, theyâll kill her. We need to play it safe. Iâve already spoken to my lawyerâeverythingâs ready. Weâll give them what they want and get her back.âAmelia sank onto the edge of the bed. âI just⊠I wonder how Misty is doing.ââSheâs fine,â I said, more to convince myself than her. âAnd as long as we play by their rules and do exactly what they say, sheâll stay fine.âAmelia looked down. âI hope so. She must hate us right now.âI frowned. âShe wouldnât hate us.ââReally? She said she wanted to come home, and we havenât brought her home. Of course, she would hate us.âI sighed. âI bet sheâs giving them a hard time. You know how stubborn she can be.âWe both chuckled. Then Amelia sniffled, almost breaking into tears.âHey,â I said softly, shaking my head. âDonât.âHer eyes glistened with fresh tears. âWhat if i
Alexander My heart clenched as I glanced at Sarah, then at Charlie, who stood stiffly by the window. Amelia was curled up in the armchair, her hands twisting the hem of her sweater, and her tear-streaked face buried in her knees.I was barely holding it together. My fists clenched at my sides as the police officer in the room delivered his report. âHenry is no longer a suspect,â he muttered. âWhat?â We said in unison, shock etched on our faces.âHe came down to the station voluntarily this morning. We questioned him, and his alibi checked out. So we had to let him go.â The room fell into stunned silence. My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out whatever he said next. âYou let him go?â I snapped.The officer straightened slightly, his eyes narrowing as I took a step toward him. âYouâre telling me that you just let him walk out? Are you serious?ââMr. Smith,â the officer began. âThere was no evidenceâââI donât give a damn about the evidence!â I shouted. âHenry did this! He took
Henry I watched as Selene walked in, her sharp eyes darting around, taking in the space. âIs this where you live now, Henry?â she asked, as she glanced at the cluttered shelves and dim lighting. I sighed, already regretting my decision to bring her here. âDonât make me regret this.â She shrugged. âFine, fine. I was just admiring your⊠man cave.â Her gaze swept the room again before landing on me. âSo, where are the bugs?â I pointed to the small workstation set up near the wall. âOver here. Iâve got enough.â She walked over, and the moment her eyes landed on the equipment, she let out a low whistle. âHoly shit. This feels like one of those mafia movies.â âMafias donât use bugs, Selene,â I said, shaking my head. âYeah? Well, maybe weâre like the FBI then. Or the CIA.â She grinned, clearly enjoying herself. I levelled her with a look. âWeâre just regular people, okay? Letâs not get carried away.â Her attention shifted to the table where a few guns were laid out. She pointed to
Amelia âWe shouldnât be out here, Hay,â I muttered.âCome on,â Hayley said, brushing off my concern. âMisty wanted to come here. Besides, you guys have been cooped up inside for days now.ââI told Alexander weâd stay at your house,â I said, glancing around nervously.âItâs only going to be a couple of minutes. Let Misty enjoy a little freedom. Look at her.â Hayley gestured toward Misty, who was laughing and playing with the other kids. âSheâs so happy. Weâll be out of here soon.âI followed her gaze and saw Misty chasing a ball with a wide grin on her face. My heart softened just a little. âI guess youâre right,â I admitted.âAmelia,â Hayley whispered, nudging me.âWhat?â I asked, looking at her.âLook at that hot dad over there,â her voice was barely audible.âHayley, stop it. You have Daniel,â I said, rolling my eyes.âThat doesnât mean I canât appreciate a hot, sexy man when I see one,â she replied with a sly smile.I chuckled, shaking my head, and turned away. My eyes scanned the
AlexanderâHey,â her voice cut softly through the haze of my sleep.My eyes fluttered open to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, her hair tousled and a playful smirk tugging at her lips. âGood morning, darling,â I murmured, leaning forward to place a kiss on her lips. My fingers brushed her cheek as I pulled back. âHow was your night?âShe raised a brow. âYou mean after you kept me awake for hours working on my body?âA chuckle rumbled from my chest as I propped myself up on my elbow. âI call that productive use of time.ââProductive?â she repeated, rolling her eyes dramatically. âYouâve got quite the definition of productivity, Alexander.âI reached out, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back down onto the bed. She squealed in protest, but her laughter betrayed her enjoyment.âYou didnât seem to mind last night,â I teased, my lips brushing against her ear.Her cheeks flushed. âYouâre impossible, you know that?ââAnd yet, here you are,â I said, smirking as I tigh
Selene âHey, girl,â I said, standing up and rushing to hug Sarah as soon as she walked in. I wrapped my arms tightly around her. âIâm so sorry for what happened.ââItâs okay, Selene. It wasnât your fault. You saw the signs and tried to warn me. I just wasnât paying attention.âI pulled back slightly, holding her by the shoulders. âI knew that son of a bitch was up to something,â I muttered.She sighed and moved past me to sit on the couch. âI wish I wasnât so blinded by love.ââHas he been found?â I asked, walking over to sit beside her. âDo they know where he is?âSarah shook her head. âI donât know. Alexander has people looking for him.ââSo, they donât know where he is,â I said flatly.âYeah,â she confirmed. âAll I know is that heâs out there somewhere, and I just hope Alexanderâs people find him.ââWhatâŠâ I hesitated for a moment, then asked. âwhat will Alex do to him when he finds him?ââI donât know. But you know how Alexander is. Whatever he has planned for Henry wonât be good