Imagine coming home to celebrate your 18th birthday with your family only to find out it was your wedding. This is exactly what happened to Amira Banks, a young, loving girl who was raised in an abusive household and had aspirations to further her education. When she discovered that her parents had sold her off to Andre Martini, a billionaire who should not be taken lightly, her life changed dramatically, turning her dreams into nightmares. Amira never wanted marriage or to be his wife at any cost; she will run away to pursue her dreams, but will her struggles lead her to where she wanted to be, or will they be drawn closer together as more secrets emerge?
View More“No what? I don't understand…” When Amira realized what he meant, her smile faded.Italy? Despite the fact that she had a desire to travel outside of the country, she had not been able to do so because she was married to a man who had taken her against her will.If she were to go there, it would be dangerous for her to escape because she did not know anyone and she had nowhere to go.“I…. can't. Do we have to travel anywhere? Can't we do it here?" Andrea remained silent as he continued to fix his gaze intently on hers. In light of the fact that he had already decided what he felt about her and that nothing could change his mind, he exited the room.With her head buried in her thoughts, Amira walked back and forth. She had to run, she had to get away. On the other hand, it was only a honeymoon, right? What would happen if he took her there and never brought her back? She would never be able to realize her dreams again.“Ouch!” She mumbled to herself, trying to figure out what to do n
Ever since Andrea found out about Amira's scar, he had been going to her room, fully aware of how he had hurt her. It was not surprising to see how she reacted; after all, he was not really the kind of guy who craved love.The kind of person who had placed a greater emphasis on being feared than on being loved was the kind of person he was. Her words to leave her room flooded his mind, and he was suddenly filled with a strange kind of anger.“Fetch Rico.” He told Kira while lounging on the couch in his room, looking as majestic as ever. “Yes boss, I was told to come.” She left after bowing and bringing Rico, who was wearing a worried expression."I want you to call Noah to prepare my private jet after I get my car ready because I am going underground." “Alright boss.” Rico responded and found a way to slip out of the room. Andrea stood up, gazing out the window, his mind buzzing with thoughts. He had to go handle the defaulters who were trying to steal from him. The “underground” w
“Did you just call my wife a whore?” That question echoed in their minds. Their expressions of shock and astonishment were so intense in response to that question. They had been continuously making fun of their master's wife. Amira suppressed her pride so Andrea would not notice it. She is careful not to give the impression that she was pleased by his arrival. “Can't you speak?” His eyebrows furrowed as he inquired. “She…I had no idea she was thought..” She stuttered a lot, and Amira noticed a different side of Andrea that sent chills down her spine. Was he really that cold when he got angry? Before long, Brenda and Kate walked in, looking pretty scared. It was unexpected to see Amira in the kitchen, which caught them off guard. "We apologize, boss, but we didn't.." Kate brought it up, but Andrea shot her a glare. “Take Amira to her room, right now!” he said, and out of fear, Brenda held a confused Amira there. Amira could not help but feel more curious about what he wa
Amira stayed completely still where she was. She glanced over at Brenda, curious about what she had shared with him.According to Andrea's instructions, Brenda placed the tray on the bed.“I'll take my leave.” She made a respectful remark and then left, leaving both couples alone.In spite of Andrea's eyes being fixed on her, Amira steadfastly refused to move from her position, her gaze penetrating the food instead. She felt uneasy all of a sudden, and she was so angry that she could not understand why her rapist of a husband was in her room.“Get out.” Amira muttered silently, not taking her gaze away from the food. Her eyes were beginning to warm up as she prepared herself for the tears that were about to come, but she was determined to avoid giving Andrea the impression that she was weak."No, love." Andrea responded, a smirk on his face. He was aware of her stubbornness, but he was eager to keep playing the game."Is it illegal for you to leave me alone? What exactly do you want f
“Who are you?” Amira murmured, her throat aching from the weight of her stress. “You again? Just why are you popping up all over the place? Why are you even in my room?" As Amira clenched the duvet in an effort to contain her scream, she asked. Her legs had been hurting for a while, and the pain in her eyes from crying made it worse."Sorry, I did not mean to put you so scared. I'm Reagan.” With a cute smile on his face, the guard answered.Amira raised her brows at him, puzzled by his presence in her room so early in the morning. Was he observing her as she slept? Did he see her cry?"What brings you to my room? Your name is irrelevant to me." Amira rolled her eyes, wiping her tears underneath her eyes.With his jaw dropped, Reagan gazed at the stunning woman before him.He had encountered her on multiple occasions and was perplexed by how to respond to her without escalating the situation."I am one of the workers. I’m here to keep an eye on you, just in case you think about making
Andrea has been motivated by a sense of competition ever since he discovered of Amira's desire to escaps for the third time. Everyone assumed he would be angry if she escaped, but it was one of the reasons he wanted to keep her. He didn't care if she accepted or loved him; he doesn't do love. But there was something about Amira that made Andrea want to hold her close. All he wants is to force his powers on her, to make her feel subjugated, to make her feel like she has no one but him, to make her come to him whenever she needs something, but her obstinate nature would not allow it. "I'm not sure, Mr Martini, but why don't you take Claudia She is more mature and older than her." Andrea could recollect Mr Banks telling him something in his office. "You told me you had two daughters, that I am free to pick anyone among the two right?" "Yes you're right boss." Mr. Banks replied. "Who is the first among your daughters?" Andrea questioned, holding his arm under his chin and looki
Amira stood still, her heart pounding in her chest. Her mouth hung open, caught in a moment of silence, unsure of how to respond. Her eyes filled with tears as she realized the one person she had been trying to escape was already at her destination. Andrea stood tall, a bittersweet smile playing on his lips.“Do you really believe I won’t recognize my love?” He carried on, then fell into a quiet laughter that only deepened her tears, though no sound escaped her lips. Amira felt that this effort was in vain. And she couldn’t fathom what he would do to her.He reached out to her, hoping she would take his hand, but Amira, ever stubborn and sensitive, turned away from his gesture, and in that moment, her escape began. She fled from them with every ounce of strength she had, her yearning for freedom consuming her from within.Andrea’s pupil dilated the moment he saw her fleeing, and without a word, his men took off after her. Andrea watched her run with a mix of desperation and joy, a smi
“Why can't I go in? What is in there?” Amira asked Kira curiously, her eyes still on the door. “I am not in the right place to tell you, it's something that I can mention except I want to put myself in trouble.”Now Amira curiousity grew, telling her to stay off and learning it's just a secret made her want to know more. But what was her business? All she wanted was to run away, where none of them would contact nor see her again, then she'll start afresh.But seeing how Andrea was, made it realized it's going to be difficult for her. He hadn't informed her why he had married and locked her in, and she was the type who hates secret which concerns her.She heaved a sigh, drawing her attention from the room to her escape plans and said “okay, since you offered, I would like to go back to my room.” Kira nodded swiftly, and followed her seeing if she could learn her way back to her room. Soon Brenda Ran towards them, gave Amira a respectful bow which made her uncomfortable, and said.“M
The following morning, Amira awoke in her evening gown; a furrowed brow spread across her face as she recalled how Andrea had shut her in her room, leaving no opening for escape. She stood up and walked around the room, noticing various doors she had not explored before. She opened it, discovering a walk-in closet filled with a new set of clothes she had never worn before. She was surprised, as she checked them out, and saw how everything was her appropriate size, different designs, her favourite colours, her underwear exactly her size. “What in the name..” she mumbled, how was he able to know her perfect size? Was that why he didn't allow her to pack her things? She noticed how the clothes were expensive, and in different form, some were revealing and tight, some were elegant, comfy and so on. Hearing sound from her room, she quickly left the closet, and noticed the maid Andrea had given to her. “Good morning Mrs Martini.” Brenda greeted accompanied with a respectful bow which
As the cold breeze blew through the coffee shop, people crowded the chairs, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air.Laughter, mumbles, and some country music filled the store, bringing in a cozy atmosphere as we bid summer farewell and welcomed fall.Carefully holding the tray of steaming espressos, Amira moved it to the appropriate location on the table. Her gaze kept returning to the enormous wall clock, which was nearly at her closing time.Her petite oval face broke into a wide smile that showed off the dimple on her left cheek. Upon observing this, her friend Greta winked at her.“Happy birthday.” Amira smiled back in appreciation as Greta gently reminded her repeatedly.Her 18th birthday was today, and this was the start of her journey to freedom. Freedom to move away from her family and begin a new life, not to mention the fact that she was awarded a scholarship to study at Yale University, one of the top universities in the world.But she had not told her paren
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