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Amelia smacked her red lips as she looked into the mirror and fixed her makeup. She was finally getting to meet him, after a month and some days. She wondered what changed his mind. She looked at herself once again in the mirror. “Perfect." She remarked, blowing a kiss at her reflection. Grabbing her purse, she left the house. Her driving was chaotic. Amelia held the steering wheel tightly that her knuckles had started to turn white. Her wide eyes flickered between the road and the rearview mirror and her heart pounded as if it might burst through her chest. She had never been good at driving. Sebastian was the one who'd always drive her. Oh, how she wished he was here with her. “Why is it so hard to keep this car straight.” She yelled, her teeth clenched Amelia approached a stop sign, braking too late and jerking to a halt halfway through the intersection. She glanced around, hoping no one had witnessed what she had just done. "Focus, Amy, focus," she muttered t
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“Do you think it's Andrew? Maybe he's trying to lure you out?” “No way.” Amelia blurted out in defense. “I don't think he suspects anything, he's too busy catching feelings for me.” She heard Sebastian snort through the phone and she threw her hands in the air, ready to fight. Only if she could see him. “So who can it be? Is staying here still a good idea?” She sounded scared. She wasn't afraid of death, she was afraid of her secret being out. It would spoil everything for her. “I don't know, the message was pretty coded.” He answered. “I can give the guys to check where the message was from…” He paused and waited for her response, he wasn't going to do anything she didn't want to. “Yeah do that and in the meantime, what do we do?” “I know you can't see, but I'm putting on my thinking face.” Sebastian joked, making Amelia snicker. “I'm serious, this can affect—” “I know, I know. I'll think of something.” He assured her. “And in the meantime, you have to stay in
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“Let's be partners." Tristan's face held a grave look, never in his life has he been so serious about something. He was tired of working for Andrew, it was time she upgraded his status. “Partner?" Andrew repeated teasingly, what made him think that far? “Is there something wrong with that?" “No…not at all." He answered, almost laughing. “But I don't think my father will agree to that." He added. “When have you ever needed your father's permission to do anything?" A smile tugged at his lips. “Either we're partners or you can find someone else to do your dirty work for you." Andrew scoffed as he continued the work he was doing. “You aren't my only option." Tristan's face turned sour and Andrew relished the look. If he wanted to be partners with Andrew, he'd have to work harder for it. "Okay then. I hope they find who's killing your men.” He said, walking to the door furiously. All of a sudden remembering something, he turned to Andrew, that serious look back on hi
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**FIVE YEARS AGO. Amelia's screams echoed in the tiny room as the belt landed on her back, leaving her with marks with each strike. “You've been a bad girl.” A gruff voice said and struck her back again. “Now, you'll have to pay.” Her screams got louder as his strikes got more painful. “Please…I'm sorry…spare me.” She begged as sweat and tears ran down her face and snot from her nose. Her body was read and filled with wounds that were left to fester. Her body ached from the beating and she felt pain on her vulnerable part. It was all too much for her. The door to the door opened and Alejandro entered, his face devoid of any human expression as he peered at her “Alejandro, help me…” Her breathing was ragged, and she stretched her hands to touch him. “Why did you do that?” He roared. “You know we need them!” His bored holes into her body with his now angry eyes, the only expression he seemed to have. “It…hu…hurts…” She cried, her breath ceasing. “No more, please.”
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‘they're suffering because of you.’ His words rang in her head, reminding her that it was all her fault. ‘why did you run away?’ ‘it’s all your fault. come back!’ ‘if you want to see them again, you know exactly what to do….’ ‘or else—’ the sound of the gun firing replayed in her mind and she screamed. “Amelia! Are you okay?” Josie asked, rushing out of the kitchen with gloves on and sweating all over her face. Amelia looked at her confused, she herself not understanding what was going on. “You screamed, are you fine? You look pale and have wrinkles.” Josie touched her forehead, trying to crease the lines that appeared there. “I'm fine, just a little tired.” She gave Josie a smile just to get off her back. She was far from fine. Her mind was running with every action possible to take. Still, they all led back to her on the bed with him. There was no escaping it, that was her fate. “Thank God we're going shopping then. Since the death of Manny, I haven't really bee
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Amelia jolted in shock as her phone rang, disturbing her leave and quiet. Just as she picked up the phone, she threw it back in the bed as she saw the caller ID. ‘Sebastian.’ It showed as it continued ringing. She knew too well who was calling, and she was terrified to pick up. She breathed, inhaling and exhaling heavily, calming herself down. Sounding sacred to the enemy was not an option. Even though she was dying inside, she had to appear tough, it was the only way to get through this. “Javier?” Her voice shook as she said his name. So much for appearing tough. Sebastian and Alejandro were suddenly on alert hearing her voice. “Pequeño ángel, you're running out of time.” He cautioned. “And my patience is wearing thin.” “Release them first and I'll come. I'll do as you say, just leave them alone.” She pleaded the familiar words leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. “That wasn't the agreement was it?” He tsked, “Don't think I don't know where you are little Angel. I
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“You need my help?" “Yes, urgently." She stood timid in front, twisting the handle of her bag in anxiety. His silence was killing her. Why wouldn't he just say something? Andrew eyed the woman who had caused a commotion in his office. Why was he so drawn to her? What was it about her that made him want to keep her close? Even now, he was fighting himself. He didn't want to get invoices in whatever her family was in yet every path of his body was screaming at him to help. Why? “Why? Why should I help you?" He kept his work aside and crossed his arms. If he was going to help her, at least she should have a particular reason. “Aren't you going to ask me to sit first?" “Aren't you going to answer my question?" Amelia scoffed and adjusted her clothes, yes she was here to plead with him but couldn't he show a little bit of courtesy? She was starting to question all the signs she saw. Didn't he like her anymore? If that was the case, agreeing to her request wo
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Andrew laughed out loud, drawing the attention of passers-by. He didn't know why but Amelia's statement sounded funny. Help him get Lorenzo? Who did she think she was? “What's funny?” Her brows furrowed as she glanced angrily at the laughing man. She was in a pickle and all he could do was laugh. “Do you think I'm bluffing?” He stopped laughing and cleared his throat. “Yes, I think you are.” He closed the door of his car and leaned on it. He couldn't help but smile as he stared at her red face. “What do you know about Lorenzo? He's not someone you can just find.” “I know you're looking for him.” She spewed. “And?” “I know he had a hand in killing your wife.” Andrew froze and Amelia smirked, she had him now. “He fled to Ecuador but you still can't get to him.” She continued, making sure to give him enough reasons to help her. “Plus someone keeps killing your men and you think it's him.” She said the final sentence with pride. Her information was sure enough to
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In a bright, sunlit kitchen, the aroma of freshly baked cookies fills the air. Amelia sat at the kitchen table, her hands gently resting on her pregnant belly. Her long, brunette hair cascades over her shoulders, and her eyes, filled with a blend of excitement and nostalgia, look lovingly at her two children. Aiden and Adelaide, four, sat eagerly beside her, their wide eyes full of curiosity. “Woah!” The little boy exclaimed with so much excitement. “Was that how you gave birth to us?” Amelia nodded, her smile wide. The children were waiting for their father when they pushed her to tell them a story about how she fell in love with their dad. Now that she was done, they looked at her, more curious than before. "You know, when I was a little girl, not much older than you two, I used to dream about the day I'd have my own family," she began. “And now I do.” She beamed at them. “But why was Daddy so mean to you? He even threatened to take away Angel?!” Adelaide asked,
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The night was eerily quiet when Amelia's labor began. She had felt sporadic contractions throughout the day, but they were manageable. Now, though, as the pain intensified and the contractions came closer together, she knew it was time. But her husband seemed to be lost on what to do. "Hang in there Manny. I'm calling Josie and Tristan to come over." Andrew said, trying to keep his voice steady. “Call the fucking driver Andrew. I need to go to the hospital." Amelia yelled as the pain intensified. “Right, the driver." Andrew scurried out of the house and later came back in to get his wife. "Get the bags!” Amelia commanded and he complied, afraid she would tear him off with her eyes. On their way to the hospital, Andrew informed Tristan what was happening and he promised to show up at the hospital with Josie. Amelia's mind was a whirlwind of emotions—excitement, fear, and pain intertwined. She had done thousands of checkups and only ate the food Andrew cooked for h
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The grand cathedral was adorned with cascading white roses, shimmering crystals, and soft candlelight, casting a warm, ethereal glow over the gathering. The air buzzed with the murmur of anticipation and the gentle strains of a string quartet playing in the background. Down the hallway where she was getting set, Amelia felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness as she prepared to walk down the aisle. Her dress was a masterpiece of silk and lace, custom-designed to fit her perfectly. She had designed the dress herself, she might have wielded a gun for ten years but her hands could still hold a needle. Tristan wore a proud smile as he stretched his hands out for her. She took his arm, feeling the weight of the moment settle in her chest, her heart pounding with each step. The doors swung open, and a collective gasp echoed through the hall. Amelia took in deep breaths, and with joy, she took her first step onto the rose-petal-strewn aisle. Her eyes locked with Andrew’s wh
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Amelia spent a month and some days in the hospital getting better but mostly cuddling up with Andrew. Their love continued like she never left. There were times that she would cry while explaining everything she had been through and Andrew would console her, promising to do everything in his power to protect her. Andrew had come to pick her up from the hospital that morning and Josie insisted that Amelia come to her place first. It was her house regardless. “I can't believe this." Josie squealed, unable to contain her joy. All this while, her friend was alive and was right under her nose. She knew the first time she set her eyes on Amelia that there was something familiar about her. “You're alive." She spread her arms wide and Amelia wasted no time in jumping into her embrace. She had missed her so much. "I'm so happy.” "Me too Josie…me too.” The two women cried till they could cry no more. Their cheeks were red, their eyes puffy and their clothes were stained wi
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The sound of something shattering jerked Amelia back into consciousness. She tried getting up and groaned as she fell back down. She looked at what was happening around her, her swollen eyes making it almost impossible to see who was who. She was kept hidden in a corner, away from the disaster that was happening. “Fuck.” She heard Sebastian's voice and quickly turned in his direction. She saw him tangled up with the man she had seen so many times. Her captor. “Sebastian.” She croaked, but he couldn't hear. Just then he received a bullet to the end. Amelia froze but then breathed out in relief as he saw Sebastian get up. She looked up to see who had shot the gun and saw Tristan helping him up. ‘Andrew.’ a voice screamed at her. Her eyes scanned the room, her heart pounding, praying something hadn't happened to Andrew as she searched for him. The firing of a gun caught her attention. Tilting her head out of curiosity, she found Andrew, firing his father's both legs. “
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Andrew and his men moved out. The roaring engines of the cars filled the air as they drove deep into the outskirts of town. Andrew drove Tristan and Sebastian with him as he continued running the plan over in his mind. ‘nothing could go wrong.’ He thought, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “Dude, slow down. You're going to get us killed before we even get there." Tristan cautioned, feeling the increasing speed of the car. This was his first ever mission and his anxiety got the better of him. "I should have just stayed behind the scenes like always.” He muttered, regretting his decision the closer they got to their destination. “I didn't force you." Andrew reminded and Sebastian chuckled at the back. "Whatever. I just want to come back alive.” The car became quiet again and after a while, they got to the place. Allen and Lorenzo had done a good job hiding the place. At first, it was pretty hard to locate. Andrew stepped out of his car, the cool air sweeping
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“I kept her under your care.” Andrew bellowed, his eyes blazed with anger as he punched Tristan. Tristan staggered back and massaged his jaw. Andrew had just arrived from Mexico and the first thing on his mind was to punch him. “How the fuck did she get kidnapped!” He roared, hitting him again before he could regain his stance. Couldn't something go right in his absence for once? “I tried to warn her, it's not my fault. She's a grown woman!” Tristan argued, dodging the next punch that Andrew threw at him. Andrew kept charging at him, and Tristan constantly missed it. He tried his best not to hit back, he knew Andrew wasn't himself at the moment. “Andrew!” Josie snapped, her sharp voice pierced through the hallway as her eyes blazed with fury and her lips curled up in anger. “She left on her own. Don't hold my husband responsible.” She hissed coming forward to stand between them. “You should have tried to talk sense into her.” “Who said we didn't?” Josie took a step
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“What do you mean kidnapped?” Andrew barked, his teeth gritting. He left her right there for protection. How was it possible to get kidnapped? “She went out for a walk and never came back. We've been searching for her.” Tristan explained he could tell Andrew wasn't having any of it. “And then?” He hissed. “We got a note yesterday, saying if you want to see your wife, you have to bring the cash.” Andrew fumed at his statement, his hand clenched in a fist. Would his father go this far? Or was it someone else? “Did it say who it's from?” “Lorenzo.” He paled. His blood ran cold at what he would have done to Amelia. Then he felt immersed in Anger. He wasn't going to win this time. Without allowing Tristan to continue, he ended the call, picked up the documents from the table, and headed toward the door. He wasn't losing her for the second time. Getting closer to the exit, he saw Sebastian by the door, a duffel bag in his hand. “I'm going with you.” He said, h
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“Why can't you just listen? Don't go out at night, it's a very simple instruction.” Tristan complained as he drove Amelia back to the house. She had gone out of the house again for her ‘evening walks.’ “You can't tell me what to do.” She whined, folding her hands like a child that had been scolded. “Andrew isn't here at the moment so as of right now, I get to tell you what to do.” Amelia just scoffed as she looked out her window, the night cool air, hitting her as Tristan drove. They got home to see Josie by the entrance, pacing. “Amelia.” She rushed over to her and hugged her. “You got me so worried, don't just leave the house like that ever again.” “Andrew said your life might be in danger, that's why you have to stay with us.” “I'm sorry for making you worry but I'm here now. Why don't we go inside?” Josie nodded and Amelia led her into the house by the hand. Everyone had retired to bed and was now sleeping, except her. So she decided to go again. Making su
