"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 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
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
Amy Armstrong stood at the entrance of the grand Diamond Towers, the crown jewel of her family's vast business empire. Tall and confident, she exuded an air of determination that belied her youth. At 21 years old, she was the heiress to the Diamond Groups, a responsibility that weighed heavily on her shoulders. Born into a life of privilege, Amy had always been aware of the immense legacy her father, CEO Zack Armstrong, had built. The Diamond Groups spanned industries and continents, their influence reaching far and wide. But as much as Amy admired her father's success, she yearned to prove herself capable of carrying the family name and ensuring the empire's continued prosperity. Entering the bustling lobby, Amy was greeted by the familiar faces of employees who had served her family for years. The warm smiles and respectful nods filled her with a sense of pride, but also a gnawing pressure to live up to the high expectations set by her father. She walked past the luxurious surrou
Amy sat in her lavish childhood bedroom, surrounded by the echoes of her parent's expectations. The tension in the air was palpable, a reflection of the strained relationship that had developed between her and her parents. The walls seemed to close in on her, suffocating her dreams and suffusing her with a sense of unease. She had always felt like an outsider within the walls of her family's opulent estate. Her parents, Zack and Victoria Armstrong were revered figures in the business world, their every move scrutinized and praised. Amy had grown up witnessing their triumphs and sacrifices, but she had also borne witness to their doubt and disappointment. As the only child and heir to the Diamond Groups, Amy's future had been intricately woven into the fabric of the family's business empire. But instead of embracing her as a partner, her parents had placed her under constant scrutiny, doubting her capabilities at every turn. It began during her teenage years when Amy expressed an in
Amy sat in her small apartment, her laptop open in front of her. The search for a job outside the confines of her family's influence had become her singular focus. She yearned for an opportunity to prove herself, to demonstrate her capabilities to the world, and, more importantly, to her skeptical parents.Days turned into weeks as Amy tirelessly scoured online job boards, networked with professionals, and polished her resume. She was determined to find a position that would allow her to showcase her skills and independence.Amy sat at her desk, surrounded by stacks of resumes and job applications. Determination burned within her, fueled by a fierce desire to prove herself beyond the confines of her family's influence. She knew that if she wanted to truly demonstrate her capabilities, she needed to venture into uncharted territory.One evening, as she sifted through yet another batch of job postings, her eyes scanned the numerous listings, each promising an opportunity for growth and
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the towering skyscrapers that housed the Zion Groups. The office was abuzz with activity, a reflection of the powerful empire it represented. Employees moved with purpose, driven by a shared vision and the leadership of their enigmatic CEO, Zion Petrakis.Zion was a figure shrouded in mystery, his reputation preceding him. At only 28 years old, he had built the Zion Groups from the ground up, establishing it as a formidable rival to the Diamond Groups. His chiseled features, mesmerizing gaze, and aura of confidence made him a magnet for attention, both within the business world and beyond.Zion was a man of contradictions, his reputation preceding him. Tall and lean, with a body sculpted by years of dedication to fitness, he commanded attention wherever he went. His chiseled features and piercing eyes seemed to hide secrets within their depths, adding to the air of mystery that surrounded him.But behind the charismatic faça
The room was spacious, bathed in natural light from the floor-to-ceiling windows. Behind a large, sleek desk sat Zion Petrakis himself, exuding an air of confidence that bordered on arrogance. His gaze met hers, his piercing eyes seeming to dissect her every move.The interview began, with Zion asking probing questions and scrutinizing her every response. Amy answered with confidence, determined to prove herself despite the weight of his scrutiny. But as the minutes turned into an hour, she couldn't help but notice the flicker of skepticism in his eyes, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips."You come from the Diamond Groups, don't you?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of challenge.Amy nodded, her voice steady. "Yes, that's correct. But I'm here to prove that I have what it takes to succeed on my own merits."Zion leaned back in his chair, studying her intently. "Your family's reputation precedes you, Amy Armstrong. The Diamond Groups and the Zion Groups have b
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