Amelia I leaned my back against the door and threw my head back."Nothing!" I exclaimed aloud.He really said that to me? He followed me all the way to my office to tell me nothing?!I don't know why he had so much effect on me.I strode over to my desk, snatched up my phone, and quickly dialled Hayley's number. As soon as she picked up, I launched into a frustrated rant skipping pleasantries. "Alexander is so very annoying!" I exclaimed, my words tumbling out in a rush."Hi, girl," she said softly."Hi, Hay. Sorry to dive right in like this," I apologized."It's fine, that guy always pushes your buttons," she said with a chuckle."I know! And you won't believe what happened. We were intimate last night, and then this morning he..."But she cut me off before I could finish the story."What?!" She exclaimed her voice laced with a hint of excitement. "By intimate do you mean snuggling and kissing, or the actual thing?" She asked.I smiled slyly, "The actual thing," I said in a hushed
Selene I stood there watching Amelia and Jeremy talk. Jeremy appeared nervous, like he was speaking with a sophisticated person. That bitch doesn't even look classy."Two martinis," the bartender announced, and I turned to face him as he slid the glasses across the counter towards me.I faked a smile, and his eyes drifted away from me, refocusing on the people before him.I glanced around swiftly, ensuring no one was paying attention to me. Everyone was engrossed in their own activities.I discreetly retrieved the powdered sedative from my small Gucci pouch and deftly added it to a martini glass. The substance dissolved instantly, leaving no visible trace.I passed the drink to Amelia and with a playful nudge I asked, "Wanna hit the dance floor?" I asked."No, no. I think I'll watch instead." She declined."Come on, don't be shy. I'm sure Jeremy here would be delighted to dance with you." I said, nodding towards Jeremy. Fool just stood there stuck in place. I should have just paid
Amelia I groggily opened my eyes, only to be met with a piercing light that felt like a thousand knives stabbing into my brain. I let out a pained groan and raised my hand to shield my eyes. "Urgh... My head," I moaned, trying to sit up. But the room spun around me, forcing me to lie back down.Where the hell was I?I tried to remember how I ended up in this unfamiliar room. But my memories were hazy and unclear. I vaguely recalled going to the club with Selene, but everything after that was a blur. Panic set in as I scrambled to piece together the events of the previous night.I slowly turned my head to the side, trying to take in my surroundings without exacerbating the throbbing pain in my head. I was in a hotel room, but I had no idea how I got there or who I was with. A wave of fear washed over me as I realized I was almost naked, with only my underwear covering me.I threw off the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed, trying to stand up. But the room spun again,
Alexander "Dude, you won't believe what's all over the news right now?" Charlie's voice blared through the phone, jolting my eardrum.I pulled the phone away from my ear, wincing at the loudness. I held the phone from an arm's length. "What going on?" I asked, my curiosity piqued by the urgency in his tone. "What's happening that's got you yelling at the top of your lungs?" I added."Where is Amelia? Is she there with you?" He asked.I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. "No, she isn't. I don't know where she is. Probably with her friend." I replied.His tone shifted, his voice taking on a serious note. "You should turn on the TV, man." He said."Just tell me what it is on the news that you want me to see.""No, you should see it for yourself.""Fine" I muttered reluctantly and snatched the remote control, my thumb hovering over the power button before pressing it. The TV turned on and I began to ask, "What exactly am I supposed to be looking at?" But my words died on my lips as my
Amelia I packed my things, trying to hold back tears, but they fell anyway. Our life together was ending, and I couldn't bear it. I heard Alexander enter the room. My heart sank as I saw the papers in his hand. He approached me, his eyes filled with a sadness that mirrored mine. There was also rage in his eyes. I wanted to scream, to beg him not to do this, but my voice was trapped in my throat. He handed me the papers, his hand trembling, and I took them, feeling like I was signing away my soul.As I scanned the pages, the words blurred together, but one thing stood out - our marriage was over. I knew it was a fake marriage but it felt real to me.I felt a sob rise, but I pushed it down, trying to be strong."You've already made your decision, haven't you?" I said, my eyes locked on his, but he refused to meet my gaze. "You're so eager to be rid of me that you've already signed the papers. That's how much you want me gone. You won't even look me in the eye."He shifted uncomfortab
Alexander I stood there, frozen in regret, as the reality of the situation sunk in. She was really gone, and I had let her walk away. Why didn't I stop her? Why didn't I confront her further? The questions swirled in my mind like a vortex, pulling me down into a sea of self-doubt and uncertainty.I thought of all the things I could have said, all the demands for truth I could have uttered. But I had said nothing, done nothing, and now she was gone.I was a fucking coward!"I picked my inheritance over her," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper as I around the room. "I mean, it was the right thing to do, right?" I asked myself.The silence that followed was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of my own ragged breathing. I felt like I was drowning in my own emotions, unable to escape the weight of my own regret.And then, like a whisper in the darkness, I remembered her parting words and the pain I saw in her eyes. She must really hate me.God, why was I feeling this way?
Amelia I was tossing and turning in bed, my eyes squeezed shut in a futile attempt to sleep but I couldn't.Alexander's face kept popping into my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Fucking Alexander!Why was I losing sleep over this? I was certain Alexander had slept just fine, and probably already moved on to Selene. I'm sure she slept right next to him.I was trapped in my own thoughts, reliving the club event and worrying about what could've been.I buried my face in the pillow, trying to block out the thoughts that swirled in my mind. I inhaled deeply, holding back my tears. Why did Alexander have to be so...Alexander? Why did he have to invade my thoughts?I lay there, pillow still clutched to my face."Aaaaahhh!" I let out a muffled scream into the pillow. Screaming hadn't solved anything.Knock!The sudden knock at the door startled me, breaking the silence. I got out of bed and made my way to the door to see who it was.I stood frozen in the doorway, my eyes
Amelia "Sarah!" I blurted out, my eyes flying open in surprise. I quickly scanned the area to see if she had come alone."How did she find me?" I wondered, still trying to process her sudden arrival."Amelia," she said, brushing past me into the room without waiting for an invitation. She enveloped me in a warm hug, her arms wrapping tightly around me."I was in LA when I saw the news, and I didn't hesitate - I quickly flew back to New York City. But when I arrived at the mansion, I was told you no longer lived there." Her words tumbled out in a rush.I was still trying to wrap my head around her sudden appearance. 'Yeah...' I trailed off, eyeing her warily. 'How did you know I was here?' I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.""I managed to make Alexander tell me where to find you. He was reluctant at first but in the end, I got it out of him." She said.Alexander! He knew where I was?Did he pay someone to keep an eye on me?I shut the door quickly. "Are you okay?" Sarah asked,
Alexander“Hey,” 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. “Good morning, darling,” I murmured, leaning forward to place a kiss on her lips. My fingers brushed her cheek as I pulled back. “How was your night?”She raised a brow. “You mean after you kept me awake for hours working on my body?”A chuckle rumbled from my chest as I propped myself up on my elbow. “I call that productive use of time.”“Productive?” she repeated, rolling her eyes dramatically. “You’ve got quite the definition of productivity, Alexander.”I 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.“You didn’t seem to mind last night,” I teased, my lips brushing against her ear.Her cheeks flushed. “You’re impossible, you know that?”“And yet, here you are,” I said, smirking as I tigh
Selene “Hey, girl,” I said, standing up and rushing to hug Sarah as soon as she walked in. I wrapped my arms tightly around her. “I’m so sorry for what happened.”“It’s okay, Selene. It wasn’t your fault. You saw the signs and tried to warn me. I just wasn’t paying attention.”I pulled back slightly, holding her by the shoulders. “I knew that son of a bitch was up to something,” I muttered.She sighed and moved past me to sit on the couch. “I wish I wasn’t so blinded by love.”“Has he been found?” I asked, walking over to sit beside her. “Do they know where he is?”Sarah shook her head. “I don’t know. Alexander has people looking for him.”“So, they don’t know where he is,” I said flatly.“Yeah,” she confirmed. “All I know is that he’s out there somewhere, and I just hope Alexander’s people find him.”“What…” I hesitated for a moment, then asked. “what will Alex do to him when he finds him?”“I don’t know. But you know how Alexander is. Whatever he has planned for Henry won’t be good
Amelia Ella gestured toward the security guards stationed inside the house, her frustration written all over her face. “When do you think this will end?” she asked, her tone heavy with exasperation.I shook my head. “I don’t know.”“God, I just want this to be over,” she groaned. “I’m so sick of them following me everywhere. I even had to skip a party because I didn’t want to feel embarrassed.”I raised an eyebrow. “I thought having bodyguards was supposed to make you look cool.”She let out a sharp laugh, the kind that carried more annoyance than amusement. “Cool? Are you serious? It’s a party, not a red carpet event. The guards would just scare everyone off, keep them from even getting close to me. How am I supposed to meet anyone like that? How am I supposed to find the perfect guy? I just want to get laid, for God’s sake.”“I’m sorry, Ella. Alexander just wants us to be safe. Henry is still out there and—”She cut me off, throwing her hands up. “I know, I know! But I don’t think
Henry I glanced up from the stack of papers on my workbench when the sound of footsteps reached my ears. There he was, my father, strolling into my sanctuary like he owned the place. He pulled out a wooden chair and sat down, making himself comfortable.My relationship with my father was… complicated. He and I didn't always see eye to eye on a lot of things but I still loved him. He was the only family I had left. And family is important. At least that’s what people always said, right?“So, this is where you’ve been hiding. In your man cave,” he said, his tone as casual as ever.“Dad, what are you doing here?” I asked. “Didn’t I tell you to leave the country?”His jaw tightened. “Why should I leave for him? He’s the one who should be running, not me. I’m not afraid of him.”I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I never said you were, Dad. But Alex is probably out there looking for me right now. You shouldn’t have come. You might’ve led him here without realizing it.”I crossed
Alexander “Have you found him?” I snapped into the phone, pacing the room as my PI droned on.“No, but I’m doing everything—”“Fuck!” I cut him off sharply, the word tearing out of me before I could stop it. “Don’t call me again unless you’ve found him. Do you understand?”“Yes, sir,” he muttered and the line went dead.I stared at the phone in my hand, my frustration boiling over. “How hard is it to find one damn person?” I growled, hurling the phone against the wall. I couldn’t believe that bastard was still out there. After the disaster at the wedding, I’d insisted that Sarah and my mom stay at my mansion. There was no way I was leaving them alone, not with the risk hanging over all of us.The door to my study swung open suddenly, breaking my train of thought. My head snapped up. “Amelia,” I breathed out.“Are you okay?” she asked as she stepped into the room, her eyes scanning me. “I heard you yelling.”“Yeah. The PI I hired still hasn’t found Henry. I was yelling at him.” I mu
Alexander Sarah’s voice was thick with confusion as she stood beside Henry. “Alexander, Charlie. What’s going on?” she asked, her eyes darting between the two of us.Henry shot me a glare, his annoyance practically radiating off him.I didn’t give a damn. That bastard needed to feel my anger.I turned to the man standing beside them—his priestly robes suddenly irritating me more than they should. “Get out of here, priest,” I said, gesturing sharply toward the door.Without waiting to see if he obeyed, I turned to the rest of the room. “You can all leave now. Apologies for the inconvenience, and thank you for coming.” My voice was tight, barely polite.Sarah’s eyes flared with anger. “What the hell, Alexander? What are you doing?”I met her furious gaze without flinching. “Trust me, Sarah. You don’t want them here for this.”Her expression hardened, and her voice rose in defiance. “Maybe you’re the one who shouldn’t be here,” she snapped. “You kept everyone waiting, and now you show u
Amelia "Does Alexander plan on missing his sister's wedding?" Victoria whispered in my ear, her voice tight with concern.I shook my head quickly. "No, he said he would be here."Her brow furrowed as she glanced at the door, then back at me. "Then where is he? The ceremony has already started. He's supposed to walk Sarah down the aisle. Have you called him?"I felt a pang of unease in my chest. No, I hadn’t called him. But I should have."I forgot my phone in the car," I muttered."Please, find a way to reach him. If he doesn’t get here soon, his grandfather will have to take his place. We can’t keep waiting for him.""Alright." "Alright," I replied, though a knot tightened in my stomach.Alexander was never late. He should’ve been here by now. What if something had happened to him?I pushed the thought aside, trying to shake off the rising unease. With a shaky breath, I pulled my key from my pocket to unlock the car but froze when I saw a strange man in black jeans and a leather
AlexanderI burst into the room, my heart racing. "Fuck man, we have to get out of here now!" I exclaimed.Charlie looked up at me, his eyes filled with concern. "What happened?" he asked, struggling against the restraints that bound him to the chair.I scanned the room frantically, searching for an alternate escape route. "Is there another way out of this house? A back door, maybe?"Charlie shook his head. "Dude, I've been tied up for days. I don't even know where we are.""Fuck, fuck." I muttered a string of curses under my breath, pacing back and forth across the room. We had to get out, and fast."Your 'get- me- out-of- here' plan not working, huh?" he quipped, a small smile played on his face.I halted my frantic pacing, my eyes locking onto Charlie's grinning face. Irritation simmered beneath my surface."Wipe that fucking grin off your face, Charlie," I growled. "This isn't a joke. There's a man at the door, and I think he's here to take you out. If we don't get out of here no
Alexander I let out a sigh of relief as Sarah finally answered my call. "Hello, my handsome brother," her voice slurred through the line.I rolled my eyes. I'd been waiting for what felt like an eternity for her to pick up, and now I was met with her drunk chatter."I've called more than a hundred times, Sarah.""Really? Why, Alexander? Do you want to join my party?" Sarah's voice was laced with a playful giggle. "We are short of strippers. I mean, I have no interest in seeing your body... eww... but my friends seem to think that you're hot and sexy."I placed my hand on my forehead, shaking it in dismay. How was I supposed to have a serious conversation with my drunk sister? "No, I don't want to strip or be a stripper in your party. I called you for something more important.""You want to be among my bridesmaids?" she asked.I tried to steer the conversation back on track, but Sarah's drunken haze seemed to warp her understanding. I sighed inwardly. "No, Sarah. Do you remember wh