AMELIA FRAY“Miss Amelia, you are under arrest for fraud,” the policeman who had walked into my office, held my hands behind me and cuffed it. “You have a right to remain silent—”His words were lost on me as my eyes frantically scanned the lobby, trying to convince myself I was dreaming. My doubts vanished into thin air as the policeman nudged me forward.Beads of sweat formed across my forehead.“Sir, you have the wrong person,” I cried, trying to get the policeman to stop walking. “I've never stolen a dime before. I'm telling you, sir, there must have been a mix-up.”My pleas fell on deaf ears as he pulled me out of my office building into a patrol car, waiting at the entrance. His colleague, a fat man in his thirties sat behind the wheel.The siren went off as they rode through the morning traffic in New York City. My heart pounded heavily beside my captor. Everything felt surreal. Almost impossible.A tear slid down my face as they pulled up in front of their precinct and helped
AMELIA My jaw dropped open, for the second time. His wife? Had the ‘Mr Alexander Smith’ said what I think he said? His wife?! “I didn't… I…” I stuttered and hated myself for doing so. His presence was unnerving enough but his statement made me a blundering fool. “I mean…your wife? I've to be your wife?” “Yes, Amelia... I hope I can call you that. I need you to act as my wife, before all mankind.” Married to him? This was absurd. Today just keeps getting weirder by the minute. “I don't see how that clears my name,” I cried out. “I'm innocent. Why would nobody believe me?” “I see no other way out of your situation,” his voice grew impatient. “I have a company to govern and you or someone else has been bleeding us dry. If you are truly innocent, you'll have no reservations about staying by my side and proving your innocence.” “I've no reservation proving my innocence,” my voice cracked as the word innocence left my lips. “But I don't see the reason why I should get marr
Alexander“Drive to the Paragon Club,” I instructed Dean, my driver, as he pulled out of the curb.A quick glance at my watch informed me that I had thirty minutes to beat the traffic. I was meeting my supposed fiance and her father for a late lunch.I sat back, letting Dean weave his way around. I had an inkling what the meeting was about. It was the only appointment in my schedule for today. Until, I got a call from the police force, informing me of a possible culprit.I had inherited the Smithson & Co from my grandfather; a multimillion-dollar empire. After the death of his only son, my father, he became responsible for the welfare of my sister and me. I've been groomed since I was a baby to take his place, so when I clocked twenty-one, he handed the rein of the business to me.Five years later, he is ready to fully retire and wants everything to be in place—he wants me to settle down. Not just to any girl, but to Selene Rodriguez, the daughter of Paul Rodriguez. One of the bigges
Amelia The Chalet Hotel was like a second home to me. It was our meeting spot—Williams and I. I had suggested the place after he told me that he still lived with his grandmother. That should have been a red flag to me. A thirty-two years old man, living with his granny. Now I just found out that was a lie. What else has he been lying about? The hotel was a ten-minute drive from my apartment. I highlighted from the cab and walked into the lobby. The butler gave me a nod, acknowledging me. My frequent visits to this place have made me familiar with the staff. I walked over to the desk. “Miss Fray, good day,” the receptionist greeted with a smile. “He is waiting for you. The usual room.” I nodded my thanks and took the elevator, heading to the third floor. I didn't know what I was doing here but I knew I wanted to see him. I wanted him to look me in the face and lie to me, tell me they forced him to do it. That he isn't married. The elevator pinged, and I headed straight to
AlexanderMotherfucking Christ!I turned sharply towards the not-so-innocent girl I had chosen. Her gloomy face infuriated me the more. But I wasn't going to let her see how her words had rattled me."What did you just say?" I asked calmly. I needed to hear her say it again."I'm pregnant," Amelia repeated, her voice barely audible.I raked my fingers through my perfectly cut hair. “And you're telling me now? What happened to that knowledge when you agreed to be my wife?”"I... I was scared. I… I found out before I was arrested," she stuttered as she tried to speak.I glared at her, my mind racing with different thoughts. How do I play this to my advantage? Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!Inhaling deeply, I took a menacing step towards her and she retreated in response until she was backed against the wall. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. But that wasn't going to faze me. “I… I'm sorry, Mr Smith,” she trembled lightly. Goosebumps attacked her arm and my hand subconsciously caressed it.“A
Amelia "This place is a castle," I groaned under my breath as I walked helplessly around the house. I was lost and had no idea where I was headed. Finally, a lady who seemed to be working there, dressed in a crisp black dress with a white apron and white cap walked past me.I greeted her with a friendly "Hello!" and she turned around to face me, her eyes meeting mine."I'm…uh…" I wasn't really sure what to say to her. I just stared at her feeling lost. How do I tell her I was married to Mr Smith and need to find his room? I blushed scarlet as the word married rang in my head."Do you maybe.." I started to say, but my words trailed off as the sound of approaching footsteps made me hesitate. As the footsteps drew nearer, their cologne wafted through the air, filling my nostrils. It was a familiar scent. I turned my head to look over my shoulder, my eyes locking onto the figure behind me. "Mr. Smith… Alexander," I whispered, as I took in the sight of him standing there."Go on, Isabel
Alexander "Selene, when did you arrive?" I questioned behind her, startling her. “What are you doing standing here?”"Oh, come on. Just because you have that wrench in there doesn't mean I can't go in," She pulled away from my bedroom door and sauntered towards me.I stepped out of her reach. "Your presence here is solely because of my grandfather, Selene. I trust you understand your position," I stated firmly."Where did you pick her from?” she sneered, her voice laced with malice. “Sorry let me rephrase that. Which slump did you pick her from?"I don't have to entertain her bickering with any response. I had important things to take care of. Oh, but I had time to play along, today."I believe Daniel will keep you busy enough to stay out of my business," I responded, my lips barely moving as I spoke.My words seemed to rattle her badly. She lunged at me, her fingers inches away from scratching my face. I grabbed her hands and held them down. My face gave none of my emotions away."I
Amelia "He..." I tried to speak, to cry out for help, but I couldn't, only strained sounds escaped my lips. My throat felt lodged by the obstruction blocking it.I was feeling helpless, trapped in my own body. My vision blurred, as darkness stood only inches away from claiming me. My lungs burned, starved of oxygen.I felt hard blows on my back for a brief moment and his frantic cries. Then suddenly, his arms were wrapped below my chest, pushing. "Miss Fray! Open your mouth!"I coughed, spewing the cause of my discomfort on the floor. Air rushed in and I drank it hungrily. Tears flooded my eyes as relief washed over me. “You gave me a scare, just now.” His voice was calm now. But his breathing betrayed him.My vision cleared and I could see Mr Alexander's face. "Are you okay?" He asked nonchalantly. If I hadn’t seen the fear in his eyes, I would have believed his act."Thank you," I managed to squeeze out, trembling as I realized what would have happened if he wasn't close by.Hi
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