Cindy's grandmother glanced at the clock realizing it was getting late, she quickly said, “Cindy you need to start going if you want to make an entrance.”Cindy nodded eagerly, her eyes brimming with anticipation, “Amelia, I'll be in touch with you right after the event.”“Okay then,” Amelia nodded, a warm smile etched on her face.Cindy quickly put on her designer shoes, retouched her makeup, and headed outside where a black sleek car was waiting for her.Amelia felt a sense of pride and anxiety lingering within her as she watched Cindy leave wearing the dress she made.She couldn't wait to hear all about the event, but more than that, she had hoped that this moment would reflect positively on her company and die down the negative rumors and press surrounding it.As they stepped outside, Amelia waved goodbye as Cindy climbed into the car. Once the car drove off, she breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards her car, just then her phone buzzed with a text.It was from Leo, and she
Amelia sat, her eyes fixed on her phone, the name Sophia glowing on the screen. The anonymous message echoed in her mind, sending a chill down her spine. After much thought, she hit the red button. She needed time to process everything before having any conversation with Sophia. She suspected the call was about the acquisition process of her company. Sophia might have likely seen Cindy's revelation of who designed her dress online and was anxious to know if Amelia had change her mind on selling. Amelia placed her phone on the bedside table and lay down, her thoughts were racing about whether Sophia had something to do with Elise’s death. Eventually, she drifted off. The next morning, her kids’ excited voices woke her up. She rushed into their room, only to find them watching an interview with Cindy from the red carpet on Liam’s phone. “Mommy, you’re on the news! You made a magical dress! It's trending online," Liam said, his voice full of joy. Ella joined in, “Mommy, the d
Amelia took a deep breath and sat down, her hands trembling slightly. She needed to determine whether the cryptic message she had received was genuine, but how could she find out? She had tried texting the anonymous sender but had not yet received a reply. Just as she was trying to collect herself, her phone buzzed with a notification. It was a text from Leo. “Hey, Amelia. Any chance you are free tonight? Let's have dinner when you clock out from work just you and me. This is my second wish, and you can't turn me down.” Amelia paused, rereading the message and checking the name of the sender to be sure it was actually from Leo. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She had almost forgotten about Leo's “three wishes.” Her mind was still caught up in the chaos of the day, the confrontation with Sophia, the cryptic message, and the shadow of Elise's death. Yet, as she stared at Leo's message something in her softened. Maybe she needed this, a moment to step away from
The waiter quickly mumbled an apology, “I’m so sorry, ma’am,” he reached out for the napkins to clean the mess. But before he could step closer to Amelia, Leo gave him a cold look that made the waiter freeze on the spot. "Leave it," Leo said, his tone was calm yet commanding. He waved him away, and the poor waiter stammered more apologies as he slowly walked away, realizing he was no longer needed. Leo immediately stood up. “It’s fine, we’ll fix this,” he said, grabbing some napkins to wipe off Amelia's body, though it was clear the damage was already done, the wine had soaked right through her dress, showing her inner-wear. Leo quickly took off his suit and draped it over her shoulders. “Let’s get you out of here. My office is close by,” he said, his voice steady. “You can clean up there.” Amelia hesitated. Looking down at her soaked dress which was uncomfortable and sticky, she realized she couldn’t stay in the restaurant like that, so she nodded in agreement. Leo quick
She quickly added, “Or maybe I should do it myself. I’ll go to the bathroom and blow-dry it. These are your important documents, and it wouldn’t be good if they get messed up.” After speaking, she tried to stand, but Leo pulled her back into the chair, saying impatiently, “Sit down. I'm not complaining." Amelia hesitated for a moment but obediently sat back down. She could feel her hormones rising with each passing second, but she tried her best to subdue them. Being in Leo’s office that late, and letting him do something so personal for her gave Amelia an inexplicable feeling. She didn’t want to think too deeply about it, but the instinct to escape tugged at her. Fortunately, even if Leo carefully dried her hair, it wouldn’t take forever. Eventually, it would be done. After a while, Leo finally let go of her hair, and Amelia sighed in relief before standing up immediately. “It’s dry now. Thank you,” she said. Leo nodded and simply put the hairdryer down without utter
Amelia had no choice but to hail a taxi to get home. Even though the Reynold Group building stood in the heart of the city, the streets were nearly empty at this late hour. It would have been better if she had found a nearby motel to stay for the night, but she couldn't bear the thought of not seeing her two little ones every day, and she knew they would be worried sick if she didn't return. She stood by the side of the road, hugging herself against the cold wind as she waited for a taxi. The night had already turned chilly, and the gusts of wind made her shiver. She waited for a long time, but no taxi showed up. At this point, she was frustrated and cursed Leo out loud for leaving her behind. She pulled out her phone and considered calling a ride-hailing service instead. Just then, she heard playful voices behind her. Turning around, she spotted a group of hooligans with variously colored hair approaching. Their expressions changed to one of surprise when they saw her. "
"Blood!" Amelia exclaimed. Leo glanced at the back of his hand and noticed a small wound. It must have been accidentally caught on a metal buckle from the clothing of one of the thugs he had just beaten up. He frowned and muttered, "It's just a small wound." Amelia shook her head. "Even if it's just a small wound, you can't be careless. If tetanus sets in, it could become serious." She pursed her lips and glanced at Leo's car parked nearby. "Can I borrow your car? I'll take you to the hospital to treat the wound." Leo raised an eyebrow. Amelia had just acted like she wanted to keep her distance from him in the office. Now she was so concerned about whether he'd get tetanus. The corners of Leo's mouth curled slightly. Amelia worried he might misunderstand, quickly explained, "After all, you were hurt because of me. If something happens, I'll feel guilty." Leo didn’t pay much attention to her explanation. He simply nodded in agreement and tossed her the car keys. Amelia
Amelia quickly prepared the noodles. After about fifteen minutes, two bowls of delicious and fragrant noodles were ready. Amelia reached for her bowl, but it was too hot. "Ouch!" she gasped, dropping it quickly. Seeing this, Leo walked over. “Let me handle it,” he said, picking up the bowls and heading toward the dining room. Amelia didn’t argue and followed him from behind. They sat across from each other. Amelia inhaled deeply and couldn’t help but say, “It smells amazing. My cooking skills are still top-notch.” Leo shot her a cold glance then scoffed, "Self-promotion doesn't really count.” Amelia paused, looking at him with bloodshot eyes. “You don’t think it’s good? Fine, don’t eat it—give it back to me.” She reached for his bowl. But Leo clutched it tightly, staring back. “What do you mean, give it back? You may have cooked it, but the ingredients are mine. So technically, the noodles are mine too. You should hand yours over to me instead.” Amelia sneered
Leo claimed her mouth in a kiss that was rough and filled with longing, devouring her like a hungry wolf that had been starved for days. Amelia matched his intensity, intertwining her fingers in his hair while moaning between the kisses. His hands moved up her body, exploring every inch as if he had been waiting for this moment forever and had finally gotten the opportunity. She gasped when his fingers brushed her nipple, which was already hard and longing to be licked and devoured by his mouth. She could feel the hardness of his desire pressing against her, only intensifying her own need. “You drive me crazy Amelia Smith,” he murmured against her lips. “I miss you and I don’t want to hold back tonight. I want every part of you baby girl.” “Then don’t hold back,” she quickly replied, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I’m all yours, claim me, Daddy.” Her words made his hormones rise even further. Without breaking the kiss, he hurriedly lifted her and carried her t
The next day, the news spread online that Sophia committed suicide by hanging herself in prison. It felt strange and heavy but for Amelia, it meant a bitter-sweet relief. She woke up with a slight headache, the sunlight streaming through the curtains. Last night memories flooded through her mind—Leo's warm embrace, his apology and reassurance, the soft kiss that stirred long-hidden feelings. Her cheeks warmed and the color turned a shade of pink. She reached out for Leo who was already awake, sitting against the headboard with a look of concern etched on his face. “Morning, beautiful,” he said softly, studying her face for any signs of distress. “Morning,” Amelia replied, blushing and rubbing her temples. “What happened last night? I remember bits and pieces.” That was a lie, she remembered every single detail but just wanted to play innocent. Leo smiled gently. “You had a little too much fun celebrating your aunt's recovery. But it was a good night for us.” Ame
A month later, Aunt Elsa’s condition had stabilized. The surgical wound had nearly healed, and all that was left was some aftercare. Once home, she could take her medication and recuperate slowly without needing further hospitalization. Early that morning, Amelia went to the hospital to handle Aunt Elsa’s discharge procedures. In the hospital room, Aunt Elsa was sitting on the bed, watching TV. Seeing Amelia come in, Aunt Elsa smiled and said, “You’re just in time. Come and see this.” She pointed to the TV. Curious, Amelia looked over and saw the news playing. A familiar face appeared on the screen, and the host’s flat, detached voice filled the room. “Recently, the sensational murder case has concluded. The primary culprit, Sophia Jones, has been found guilty of her crime." "Due to the severity and serial nature of the case, she has been sentenced to life imprisonment.” Amelia blinked rapidly, her thoughts swirling as she tried to process the news. Life imprisonm
That night, Aunt Elsa woke up. Blake checked on her and found her condition better than he had expected. Perhaps Amelia’s persistence had truly moved the heavens, as the cancer cells had cleared, and even the memory loss Blake had anticipated wasn’t present. It all seemed too good to be true. When Amelia heard the news, she was naturally overjoyed. Leo also heard about Elsa’s successful surgery. He didn’t say much, but that night, he quietly ordered the kitchen to prepare a few extra dishes, silently celebrating Elsa’s recovery. Amelia had agreed to marry Leo to secure Blake’s help for Aunt Elsa. Now that Aunt Elsa was nearly healed, Amelia realized her relationship with Leo was a temporary fix. She knew she had to find a way to completely cut ties with him. That night, Amelia decided to cook a few dishes herself. To prevent anyone from interrupting her plan, she sent the children out with Eleven for the night. Then, she dismissed the household staff Leo had hired for th
As Inspector Ralph led Sophia to the police station, her heart raced with a mix of fear and disbelief.Soon, they arrived, and one of the officers led her into the interrogation room and gestured towards a chair, "Miss Jones, please take a seat. Inspector Ralph will be here shortly."With that he left, leaving her all alone in the room. The cold, bare room did nothing to calm her racing heart it only made her heart beat faster with each passing second.The walls were painted a dull gray, and the only light was a flickering fluorescent bulb that buzzed overhead. The smell of cleaning products filled the air, making her even more anxious.She never imagined that one day she would end up in this kind of situation. She stood up to reduce the pacing of her heart and her trembling fingers.Soon, the door opened and Inspector Ralph walked in. Sophia sat down, trying to stay calm and composed. "What kind of nightmare is this?" She thought. "Can I wake up already?" She pinched herself and
She said in a calm voice, “You didn’t do anything wrong, and I don’t need your apology.” Once, those words had been what she wanted most, but now they meant nothing to her. The bitterness of the past clung to her like a heavy fog. She’d never considered forgiving him, so how could she accept it? After Amelia finished speaking, Leo felt a tightening in his chest. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration coursing through him as he processed the weight of her words. “Don’t say that. We were all kept in the dark before. Now that the truth is out, you know I didn’t do those things on purpose, right?” he said quickly, his voice rising slightly. Amelia sneered. “Yes, you didn’t do it on purpose, but can the pain I suffered over the years be forgotten? Leo, you didn’t personally send someone to kill us, but back then, you did divorce me because of Sophia, didn’t you?” “I can’t hate you, but I can never forgive you. We can’t pretend those years never happened. Neither you nor I c
The sentence made both Amelia and Leo furrow their brows. They exchanged curious glances, wondering what could prompt Black Cobra to say such a thing. Leo’s gaze hardened as he made a decision. “Pardon the living, punish the dead.” With those words, he signaled his agreement to Black Cobra’s condition. Black Cobra breathed a sigh of relief. At least he had a chance to keep living to protect his family. He knew his death would endanger their lives, and he couldn’t risk it. He then revealed the secret he’d been hiding. “The accident that led to your best friend Damien's death had nothing to do with Amelia. She wasn't the one responsible." The revelation left them both stunned. Relief washed over Amelia. Damien’s death had nothing to do with her; while surprising, Black Cobra’s words intrigued her even more. Still, she was curious to know who had caused the accident that led to Damien's death and why they’d framed her. With questions swirling in her mind, she looked at
After getting out of the car, James opened the door, and they walked into the building. As soon as they entered, Amelia’s first impression was the smell of blood. The lights turned on, revealing a man lying on the marble floor of the living room, covered in blood. His hair clung together with sweat and blood, and both of his hands hung limply, possibly broken. His legs twisted in an unnatural position, making him look grotesque. Amelia felt as if she had seen him from somewhere. Leo gestured to James, who stepped forward and brushed away the hair covering the man’s face, revealing the person who had kidnapped her before. “How did he end up here?” Amelia asked in disbelief. Leo glanced at her. “What do you think?” It suddenly dawned on Amelia that Leo’s promise of a show tonight referred to this. Her eyes turned cold. She wasn’t a saint and wouldn’t sympathize with someone who had tried to harm her. “Who sent you to kidnap me?” she asked, her voice icy. Black Cobra had
On the ground, lay a mobile phone from which Sophia's voice echoed. “Have you taken action? This is your last chance Cobra, I won’t allow any more mistakes,” Sophia said sharply. Black Cobra replied coldly, “Don’t worry. This time, either she dies or I perish.” After several failures, Black Cobra’s patience had worn completely thin. Combined with Sophia’s relentless pursuit and threats, he felt trapped with no way out. He knew that failure was not an option this time, the future of his family hung in the balance, and the pressure weighed heavily on him. After speaking, Black Cobra picked up the sniper rifle. He believed that as long as Amelia dared to come out, he could kill her. Even if he was caught afterward, he would not regret it. Sophia listened to the commotion on the other end and breathed a sigh of relief before hanging up the phone. Meanwhile, at Wilson’s Domestic Group, Amelia was about to leave the office when her assistant informed her of Leo’s presence in t