Amelia's POVAwakening to a persistent knocking at the door, I groggily mumbled a "come in," only to realize that my response had possibly gone unheard. How foolish of me, I chided myself, letting out a soft giggle at my own folly. I conjectured that it must be one of the household staff, and I felt a pang of consideration for them waiting on the other side. It wouldn't do to keep them waiting; their efforts should be acknowledged and respected.Taking swift steps, I approached the door, my anticipation heightening with each stride. I gently swung it open, revealing a house helper who was carrying a tray laden with breakfast items. As expected, it was a perfectly timed delivery. A crease formed between my eyebrows in response to the sight before me, my curiosity piqued by the unexpected gesture. I had informed Gabriel of my intention to join his family for breakfast, yet it seemed he had taken it upon himself to arrange an alternate meal.I couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustratio
Gabriel's POV"Shut up, you idiotic woman. You stole my diamond necklace and still denies it," I heard Jessica's venomous voice slice through the air. The very sound of her irritated me to no end. I had been informed that they were returning today, and here they were, bringing their drama back with them. I detested them and their constant theatrics. Jessica, along with her two cronies, always managed to trigger my frustration. I had just finished a challenging task assigned by my father, and the last thing I expected upon entering the manor was this infuriating uproar.Smack! "Unbelievable! Did she really just slap the person I was already fuming about?" I muttered to myself, my irritation escalating.I hurried toward the source of the disturbance, which happened to be the hallway. As I arrived, my eyes caught a scene that infuriated me beyond measure: Anna, Jessica, Maddison, and Paige had cornered my Angel. She was a tearful mess, clutching her left cheek. That sight alone ignited a
In the dimly lit bar, Gabriel sat on a stool, drowning his sorrows in alcohol. His once-piercing eyes were now bloodshot from the continuous flow of alcohol he had consumed. Guilt weighed heavily on his mind, a relentless reminder of the mistake he had committed. He recognized the magnitude of his error – cheating on her was an unforgivable breach of trust. His life seemed to be spiraling into a mess of deception and falsehoods, a reflection of the tangled web his relationship had become. From its very inception, their connection had been built upon a foundation of lies. He couldn't help but question how much longer this facade could endure; the answer eluded him, lost in the haze of his intoxicated thoughts.Meanwhile, Amelia remained frozen in the same spot where Gabriel had left her, her body trembling with a mix of fear and anxiety. Tears streamed down her cheeks unabatedly as her thoughts raced, threatening to plunge her into a full-blown panic attack. She clung desperately to the
Amelia's POVWith the gradual ascent of the sun, I found myself stirring from slumber, my eyelids gently parting to welcome the soft illumination seeping through the window. Shifting, I stretched my limbs in languorous fashion, an audible yawn escaping me as I endeavored to dispel the remnants of sleep's embrace.As I regained my upright position and surveyed the surroundings of my room, a peculiar change caught my attention. Positioned neatly on the bedside table, a tray adorned with offerings beckoned. A steaming cup of coffee, its aromatic tendrils weaving through the air, paired with a plate bearing warm toast and a bowl brimming with succulent strawberries coated in a decadent layer of chocolate. The sight alone was enough to stimulate my senses, and the tantalizing aroma of the breakfast spread only heightened my anticipation, eliciting a decidedly involuntary response as my mouth watered in appreciation.In disbelief, I found myself grappling with reality. This thoughtful arrang
Amelia spent the ensuing hour in a whirlwind of activity, fervently endeavoring to concoct an assortment of snacks for the impending high tea. Fully aware of the significance this occasion held for Gabriel and his associates, she was unwaveringly committed to ensuring their expectations were met.Despite her resolute determination, her culinary inexperience proved to be a formidable hurdle. Struggling to adhere to the provided instructions, the absence of cooking finesse made every task a formidable challenge.Upon the guests' arrival, Amelia greeted them warmly, extending her offerings of the diligently prepared treats. It was, however, not long before her disconcerting realization that something had gone awry. The sandwiches were distressingly soggy, the cookies irreparably burnt, and the tea, rather than being a delightful refreshment, had acquired an unpleasant bitterness. An unsettling pang of despair settled within Amelia as she observed the guests attempting, albeit unsuccessful
Three weeks had elapsed since Amelia last laid eyes on Gabriel. Striving to divert her thoughts away from him, the void left by his absence grew more profound with each passing day. Initially, resentment for his public affront lingered, yet as time marched on, yearning began to eclipse her anger. The embrace she missed, his warmth, and the tenderness she craved became increasingly pronounced.However, it appeared that Gabriel's attentions were ensnared by more pressing matters than offering an apology. His conspicuous absence was attributed to the demands of work, leaving Amelia secluded within the mansion, ensconced in solitude and melancholy. A sensation of estrangement took root, compounded by her perception of how the family regarded her. It was as though they lay in wait, anticipating her every misstep to pounce upon her.Endeavoring to shroud her melancholy behind a veneer of smiles, the effort grew progressively strenuous. The matrimonial haven Amelia had anticipated had eroded
Amelia awoke to the gentle illumination of the morning sun filtering through the curtains, her heart weighed down by the gravity of her situation. A restless night had plagued her with racing thoughts about the impending day. Today marked her visit to the doctor's, a notion that both instilled fear and a semblance of excitement.In a blend of trepidation and determination, Amelia selected a simple yet elegant outfit for the day. Whatever lay ahead at the doctor's office, she understood the importance of presenting herself well. Descending the grand staircase, her gaze fell upon Mother Grace waiting at the bottom. The older woman's serene smile offered a glint of solace."Good morning, dear," Mother Grace greeted kindly. "Are you ready?"Amelia nodded, her fingers involuntarily entwining a strand of hair. "Yes, Mother Grace. I'm ready."United, they embarked on the journey in the waiting car. The ride felt interminable, each tick of the clock amplifying Amelia's anxiety. Mother Grace's
Amelia's nineteenth birthday arrived like a bittersweet symphony, stirring both apprehension and excitement within the chambers of her heart. The impending arrival of her child cast a mosaic of emotions across her days – a blend of wonder and unease that swirled like a tempest within her soul. Amid the flurry of activity, as the mansion transformed into a theater of preparations for the surprise celebration, Amelia found herself ensnared in a whirlwind of feelings.The morning sun stretched its fingers across the sky, painting ethereal strokes of hope against the canvas of the world. Amelia perched herself by the window, cradling her burgeoning belly in her hands, her thoughts weaving a tapestry of introspection. The journey that had led her to this moment was etched in shadows and light, a mosaic of innocence and intricate connections that had threaded through her life.Within the grand hall, the orchestra of Amelia's birthday soiree was tuning its instruments. Tables adorned with del