The sun cast a golden glow over the sprawling estate where the wedding of Amy Armstrong and Zion Petrakis was set to take place. The grounds were adorned with elegant floral arrangements, the air perfumed with the scent of blossoms. It was a scene straight out of a fairytale, but the reality that unfolded beneath the azure sky was far more complex than any storybook romance.As guests began to arrive, they were greeted by the sight of the grand mansion, its imposing façade a testament to the wealth and power of the families involved. The Diamond and Zion Groups had come together in a union that transcended mere business interests, binding their futures inextricably together.Inside the mansion, preparations were in full swing. Amy, resplendent in a gown of ivory silk, stood before a mirror, her heart fluttering with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. Beside her stood her mother, a vision of elegance in her own right, her eyes shining with pride."You look stunning, my dear," her m
Amy could not wait for this charade called marriage to be over even though she just gotten married.…As Zion gave the closing remarks she plastered a fake smile on her face. As he made the last statement and dropped the mic and they left the stage, Amy released a sigh of relief.The night sky stretched above them, a blanket of stars casting a soft glow over the city as they made their way through the deserted streets.Inside the car, the atmosphere was heavy with unspoken words, the weight of their newly forged union pressing down upon them like an invisible burden. Amy stared out of the window, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions as she replayed the events of the day in her mind.Beside her, Zion drove with a stoic expression, his hands in a tight fist with a quiet intensity. He stole occasional glances at Amy, his gaze lingering on her profile as if searching for answers to questions he couldn't voice.The silence between them stretched on, punctuated only by the soft hum of the eng
As Zion stepped out of the house, his mind churned with a restless energy that refused to be quelled. The morning air was crisp and cool, a sharp contrast to the turmoil raging within him. He glanced back at the imposing facade of his home, a silent witness to the chaos that had engulfed his life in recent days.As he descended the steps, his gaze fell upon Amy, who stood at the bottom, her expression unreadable. There was a distance between them, a palpable barrier that seemed to stretch infinitely, separating them even as they stood mere feet apart.Amy watched silently as Zion strode past her, his shoulders squared with a determination that bordered on defiance. She felt a pang of regret, a flicker of disappointment that she quickly quashed. This was their reality now, she reminded herself — a marriage born of obligation rather than love.As Zion disappeared into the waiting car, Amy turned away, her thoughts drifting to the days ahead. She had resigned herself to the fact that thei
The morning sun filtered through the windows of the grand dining room, casting a warm glow over the polished wooden table where Amy sat, sipping her tea in silence. She was lost in thought, her mind still reeling from the events of the previous night and the establishment of their newfound house rules.As she sat there, contemplating the challenges that lay ahead, the sound of footsteps echoing through the hallway drew her attention. Moments later, Zion appeared in the doorway, dressed in a sharp suit that accentuated his commanding presence.Amy glanced up, her confusion evident as she took in Zion's appearance. She had expected him to be dressed for work, but the sight of him standing there, ready and waiting, caught her off guard.Zion met Amy's gaze with a knowing smile, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Good morning, Amy," he said, his voice smooth and confident. "I trust you're ready to start the day?"Amy blinked in surprise, her confusion mounting with each passing momen
The day stretched on endlessly, each passing hour marked by the relentless ticking of the clock on the wall. Despite her best efforts, Amy found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on her work, the closeness of their office seats proving to be a constant distraction.Every time she shifted in her chair, she couldn't help but brush against Zion's arm, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins. It was a sensation she found both unnerving and exhilarating, the subtle contact leaving her feeling flustered and off-balance.With each accidental touch, Amy felt a growing sense of discomfort settle over her, a nagging feeling that refused to be ignored. She tried to focus on the task at hand, willing herself to push aside the distracting thoughts that threatened to overwhelm her.But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the feeling of being too close, too exposed in Zion's presence. It was as if the air between them crackled with an invisible tension, a silent r
The tension in the room was palpable as Amy and Zion faced each other across the expanse of their living room, their voices raised in heated argument. The topic of discussion: Victoria's unexpected visit to the office and the potential rumors that could arise from it."I can't believe you allowed her to come to the office again," Amy exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration. "Do you have any idea what people will think? The media is still on our tail after our impromptu wedding, and now this..."Zion's jaw clenched in frustration as he tried to defend his actions. "It was a business matter, Amy," he insisted, his tone terse. "I had no choice but to involve her. Besides, it's not like we can keep our marriage a secret forever."Amy shook her head in disbelief, her anger bubbling to the surface. "And what about the rumors that will inevitably spread?" she countered. "Do you really think I want to deal with that kind of scrutiny? I have enough on my plate as it is, without having to w
The thought of sleeping on the same bed with Zion has been hunting Amy since she finished packing her things in his room.Amy looks at the clock in wonder; “ has the clock sped up? Why is it determined to give her a heart attack? She looked outside and it was getting dark. In an attempt to distract herself, Amy joined the chef in the kitchen to make dinner.After dinner Amy stayed back with her mum to watch a TV program though she wasn’t interested in the show, She was buying herself some time.“ I feel so sleepy and tired, I think I’ll retire to bed now,” Amy's mum told her as she left for her room.The clock on the mantelpiece ticked away the hours, its rhythmic sound echoing through the dimly lit living room. Amy sat huddled on the couch, her knees drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around them. She glanced at the clock; it was nearing midnight. The events of the day had left her feeling unsettled, and the prospect of spending another night in the same room as Zion filled
This Morning was a very awkward for Amy, she didn’t know how to start her day since she’d be sharing almost everything with Zion from the bathroom to the closet and they just slept on the same bed.Amy stood at the center of the room shifting her weight from one foot to the other while thinking of what next to do. Zion on the other hand was already using the bathroom and he was taking too much time.After spending almost an hour pondering on what to do, Amy decided to go pick an outfit from the closet, as she stepped out to place them on the bed like she always did as part of her morning routine.Suddenly, the click of the bathroom door broke through the stillness, and Amy's heart skipped a beat as she realized Zion was emerging. She turned her head just in time to catch sight of him stepping into the room, his damp hair tousled and tousled, droplets of water glistening like diamonds in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window.Her breath caught in her throat as her
For the next two weeks, Zion stayed home, turning his usually packed schedule into one that revolved around Amy. Though she repeatedly insisted she didn’t need a “babysitter,” Zion brushed off her protests with the same calm determination that made him so infuriatingly Zion.“This is unnecessary,” Amy grumbled one morning as she sat on the couch, her leg propped up on a cushion while Zion adjusted the ice pack on her ankle. “I can take care of myself, you know.”“I’m sure you can,” Zion replied without looking at her, his tone infuriatingly even. “But humor me, will you?”Amy folded her arms and huffed, glaring at the ceiling. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate the help—her swollen ankle was proof enough she needed it—but having Zion hovering over her, day in and day out, was another matter entirely.Despite her complaints, Zion was relentless in his care. He
Zion had just finished his coffee and was about to head out when a sharp scream pierced through the quiet of the house.“Amy!” he called, his heart racing as he dashed up the stairs two steps at a time.He burst into the room to find her on the floor of the walk-in closet, her face twisted in pain. One of the shelves, once bolted firmly to the wall, now leaned awkwardly, its contents scattered across the floor. A heavy wooden panel had collapsed on her leg.“What the hell happened?” Zion demanded, dropping to his knees beside her.Amy gritted her teeth, trying to pull her leg free. “I don’t know… I just reached for a hanger, and it gave way.”“Don’t move,” Zion ordered, his voice low but firm. He leaned over, gripping the edge of the fallen shelf and lifting it with surprising ease. “Can you get your leg out now?”Amy nodded, wincing as she pulled her leg free. Zion pushed the shelf aside and immediately crouched down to examine her leg.“It doesn’t look broken, but it’s already swell
"Amy, someone is here for you," her mother called from downstairs, breaking her concentration.Amy sighed, closing her laptop. She had been expecting the delivery of her belongings from Zion's house, but a part of her had hoped for something more—a gesture, an apology, anything to show that Zion cared enough to fight for her."…a minute please," she called back, taking a deep breath to steady herself before heading downstairs.As she reached the bottom of the staircase, she saw him standing there, looking as disheveled and uncertain as she felt. "Zion!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and something she couldn’t quite place.Zion’s eyes met hers, a mix of determination and desperation in his gaze. "Amy, please. I came to talk."She crossed her arms defensively. "So, where's my things?""Please come back home," Zion pleaded. "You know we need to stay married—that's what the lawyer said."Amy's jaw tightened. "If you want me to come home, then the house rules stand."Zion nodd
Zion stood on the bustling street, his heart heavy with regret and frustration. He replayed the scene in his mind, cursing himself for letting Victoria get too close and for not reacting quickly enough to prevent Amy from seeing it. The pain in Amy's eyes haunted him, and he knew he needed to clear his head, to think of a way to make things right.He pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he found the number he was looking for. With a deep breath, he dialed."Hey, Zavier," Zion said as soon as the line connected."Well, well, if it isn't the elusive Zion Petrakis," Zavier's voice came through, laced with a teasing tone. "I thought you'd gotten so busy with work that you'd forgotten your best buddy."Zion forced a smile, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Can we hang out tonight?"There was a brief pause on the other end. "Okay. Looks like someone missed me," Zavier replied, his tone light but curious. "What's up, man?""I'll meet you at the club," Zion said, his v
The soft click of his office door opening interrupted his thoughts. He looked up to see Victoria sauntering in, her movements deliberate and confident. Her high heels tapped rhythmically against the floor as she approached his desk, a sultry smile playing on her lips."So, for the past few weeks you seem to forget to call," Victoria said, her voice dripping with seduction. She stopped in front of his desk, placing her manicured hands on the polished surface and leaning in slightly.Zion's jaw tightened. He had hoped that their last encounter would have been the end of it, but here she was again, trying to worm her way back into his life. "Victoria, this is not a good time," he said, his tone firm and unyielding.Victoria's smile widened, undeterred by his cold reception. "Oh, Zion, don't be like that. I just missed our little…you know. Surely you can spare a few minutes?" She approached his deskZion leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "I need space, Victoria. W
Amy sat at her desk, trying to focus on the files in front of her. The paperwork blurred together, the words losing meaning as her mind wandered back to the conference room where Zion and Victoria were talking. It had been more than an hour since Zion left, and the unease in Amy's chest had only grown stronger with each passing minute.She glanced at the clock, its hands moving sluggishly, mocking her impatience. What could they possibly be discussing for so long? Amy felt a surge of frustration and worry, her thoughts a tangled mess of insecurity and curiosity.Finally, unable to stand the suspense any longer, she stood up and smoothed down her skirt. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the office and made her way down the hall toward the conference room. Each step felt like an eternity, her heartbeat echoing in her ears as she approached the door.The hallway was quiet, the soft hum of the air conditioning the only sound breaking the silence. Amy hesitated for a moment outside t
Amy lay in bed, her mind a haze of half-formed dreams and lingering exhaustion. The storm outside raged on, the howling wind and relentless rain creating a symphony of chaos that contrasted sharply with the cocoon of warmth she found herself in. She didn't want this warmth to leave—it was too good, too comforting in a world that felt increasingly uncertain.Instinctively, she reached out and grabbed the source of the warmth, drawing it closer to herself. She snuggled into it, burying her face in its softness, letting the soothing heat chase away the remnants of her troubled thoughts. The world outside might have been a tempest, but here, in this moment, she felt a rare sense of peace.As she nuzzled deeper into the warmth, a familiar scent filled her senses, a mix of fresh pine and something uniquely Zion. It was then that she realized where she was—in his embrace, his strong arms wrapped around her in a protective hold. The realization sent a shiver of conflicting emotions through her
Amy woke up to an empty bed, Zion was nowhere to be found.Amy wasn’t bothered, so she took her time to gather her things together and move back to her room. She called her favorite house assistant; Thelma to help get this done.I no time, Amy was fully back to her room.She sighed in relief as she fell on the bed.Dragging herself out of bed, Amy went through the motions of getting ready for the day, the routine providing a comforting sense of normalcy amidst the chaos of her emotions. As she moved about her room, tidying up the remnants of the life she had shared with Zion, a sense of determination settled over her like a protective shield.She couldn't let herself be consumed by the uncertainty of their relationship, and couldn't allow Zion's actions to dictate her own happiness. If he wanted to play games, then she would play along, but on her own terms.Settling down at her makeshift office in the corner of her room, Amy immersed herself in her work, the familiar tasks providing a
The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon as Amy's mother bustled around the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. It was the last day of her weekend visit, and despite the early hour, there was a sense of bustling activity as she prepared to bid farewell to her daughter and son-in-law.Amy emerged from her bedroom, her eyes still heavy with sleep as she padded into the kitchen, the familiar scent of home enveloping her in a warm embrace. She smiled at the sight of her mother, a sense of bittersweet nostalgia tugging at her heartstrings as she realized their time together was drawing to a close."Good morning, Mum," Amy said, her voice soft with emotion. "How did you sleep?"Her mother turned towards her with a warm smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners with affection. "Like a log, dear," she replied, gesturing towards the steaming pot of coffee on the counter. "Would you like a cup?"Amy nodded gratefully, reaching for a mug and pouring herself a ge