Amber’s pov I stood before Adrian, observing the discomfort etched on his face. In a rare display of his humility, I approached him as James approached us. I said to Adrian, "Sir, let's go to your room, and I can assist you in removing it."I wasn't entirely sure why James' presence had quickly changed my mind. Perhaps I didn't want him to witness his boss' expressions or embarrass Adrian in front of one of his subordinates. As we reached his room, Adrian took a seat on the bed while I stood very close to him. In fact, in between his legs. With my right hand, I gently held his hand and began to gradually remove the white material, offering a reminder as I neared its complete removal. "Sir, taking off this white material from your hand won't alleviate your pain. It may even cause some discomfort as we gradually move it into the correct position." "Why?" he inquired. "Because by stretching it, it will initiate the healing process as we gradually adjust it to the right p
Amber’s pov I was the one who mistakenly sent Martinez Adrian's address. Even if I had given him my address, shouldn't he have called me first before coming over? I stood at my door, pondering what to do for a few seconds. I had a feeling that Adrian wouldn’t be pleased with such a visit. But as I contemplated the situation, I suddenly felt brave with the following thoughts. "Adrian has never shown any emotional interest in me. What if Martinez has come to give his approval for the ten million dollars I asked him for?" The thought of the ten million dollars and the knowledge that it would free me from Adrian's father energized me, and I made my way towards the sitting room. When Martinez saw me, he stood up and embraced me. Before he could say anything, my eyes quickly scanned the entire sitting room, and when I didn't spot Adrian, my troubled heart eased for a moment. “Is this your house? It’s so beautiful.” "Why didn't you call me before coming?" "Why? Was that man you
Amber’s pov Dave uttered those words and promptly walked out of the office, not waiting for my response. Was this a threat? Why was he so insistent on going out for a drink with me? What was he up to? Ever since he kicked me out of his house and caused me harm, my hatred for him had intensified, permeating not just my heart but my entire being. I stood there for nearly four minutes, contemplating the direct consequences of his words. I shifted backwards, leaning against my desk, searching for an escape. Just then, my phone rang—it was Adrian calling. I straightened up and answered the call. "Where are you?" he spoke, his anger palpable. "I'm at my office," I replied. "To do what? Who told you to go to the office when I wasn't there?" he interrogated.This question left me at a loss for words. As I pondered how to respond, he added, "Why didn't you seek my permission before leaving the house?"I didn't want to divulge anything about Dave. He had deceived me, and I chose to vie
Author's pov When Dave left the office after threatening to reveal Amber's true identity to Adrian, he returned. He thought he might see Amber again or find a note on his desk about when they would meet. "She didn't leave anything," he thought and he thoroughly checked his desk again, sorting through the papers to see if she had left a note. Feeling unsettled, he went to Amber's desk and scanned her neatly organized workspace. "How cold-hearted she is. Doesn't she care if I lose my company? How will I face Gwen at home? She's always on my nerves. There's still some time for Amber to reconsider what I told her." He leaned back against Amber's desk and paced the floor. Suddenly, he grew confident that Amber wouldn't let him reveal her secret to Adrian. A smile crept across his face as he gently stroked his beard. "What if she agrees today, am I ready for it? She'll be very cautious, and it might be difficult for me to drug her wine in her presence. Why not enlist the help of one
Amber’s pov I found myself sympathizing with my chauffeur, whom I cunningly persuaded to buy me ice cream. When he emerged from the ice cream shop and couldn't spot me or the car, I wondered how he would react. I didn't even glance back to check if he had entered the store or not. As he left the car keys on the dashboard, a surge of joy washed over me, as my plans began to take shape. Contemplating whether to visit my grandmother's house first or head straight to Mr. Morgan's residence, I drove at a controlled speed. Ultimately, I decided it would be best to go directly to Adrian's father's house and disclose everything to him. The way I present the situation will play a crucial role in persuading Mr. Morgan that his son rejected my advances. My hand movements and facial expressions will be instrumental in conveying my message. At the end, he will release me when I offer him my mother's exquisite pearls as compensation.Should I first reveal the pearls to him, captivating his admir
Dave’s pov I was making my way home when Adrian called me with some exhilarating news. The excitement consumed me as I drove back. Gwen must be at home right now. She needs to hear this wonderful news. A banquet? At Adrian's house? This is unprecedented. It's a promising sign that my company is on the verge of being signed over to me. Upon reaching the entrance of my house, I hastily parked my car and hurried inside. "Honey pie!" I called out, raising my voice. As I entered the living room, Gwen was nowhere to be seen. I dropped my suitcase on the couch and called out again, "Honey pie!" "I'm in the kitchen," came Gwen's voice when I was on my way to the bedroom. I turned and made my way towards her in the kitchen. "Honey pie, you wouldn't believe what just happened a few minutes ago on my way home. Mr. Adrian called me personally and informed me that I have been invited to a banquet at his house." "A banquet? Wow! Are you two that close now?" Gwen reacted, clearly su
Adrian's pov My heart has never experienced such turmoil as it is now. Why would Amber insist on inviting Dave, my father's debtor? I hope my suspicions are unfounded. If I had feelings for Amber, I wouldn't have orchestrated Dave's attempt to seduce and sleep with her. Has he succeeded in his endeavor? The thought kept me tossing and turning throughout the night. The next morning, I called Amber into my room, already consumed by guilt for setting her up. Yet, what if my suspicions were true? Would I still love her? This haunting question gripped my heart mercilessly, like a relentless specter. "Darling, you called for me?" Her voice pierced through me, like a daily dose of emotional vitality my system craved. "Yes, I wanted to see you." She drew closer, and we shared a lingering kiss. She had deliberately mentioned that my shoulder needed to heal completely before she would consider intimacy. This has been the reason she hasn't been sleeping in my room. The mere thought of n
Amber’s pov Adrian's fascination with me has sparked his desire to delve into my past life, a secret I've kept hidden especially since Dave would be coming to our house. "Darling, let's take things one step at a time. It was I who suggested inviting Dave. Having lost both my parents, I'm cautious about revisiting my past. Please, be patient." "If you truly know me, you'd understand that patience isn't my strongest virtue. I want everything just the way I need it. Why should I wait? Are you afraid of me?" he asked, as we neared the end of our ice cream. "Why don't we go on the picnic you mentioned? Time is against us, and we haven't done your daily shoulder exercises.” I needed to change the subject, and though I could see his dissatisfaction, tomorrow was Dave's day to come, and I had saved everything for tomorrow. Little did I know, time was no longer on our side. This meant I couldn't prepare my own meal for the picnic, and we would have to resort to buying fast food at th
The hall was thick with tension as Mrs Morgan’s voice shook, her emotions barely in check. She stared at Adrian, her face full of confusion and frustration.“What kind of confession is this, on your wedding day? People are waiting!” Her voice was sharp, but beneath the anger was fear—fear of what was coming next.Adrian’s expression was cold and unyielding. He didn’t react as the guests whispered, casting curious and judgemental glances."Amber and I... we’re not blood-related." His voice cut through the murmurs, and the crowd instantly fell silent. He turned to his mother, the woman he had always trusted. "Who did you sleep with to have me?"Gasps rippled through the hall, and Mrs Morgan’s face turned pale as if all life had left her."Me?" She laughed, but it was hollow, full of disbelief. "You’re mad, Adrian! Is this your twisted confession?"Before she could continue, Adrian handed her an envelope, his fingers trembling slightly. "This is the DNA test. I ran it several times."Her
Amber's pov Did Adrian just say in his last statement that he will be spending a night with me here alone at the hotel? What does he want? He has so much emotion for me. Can't he control it? Despite suppressing my emotions for him, I still love him. I was still holding my phone when it rang again and it was Adrian. “Hello…” I said. “I'm still waiting for your address. I kept my promise. What are you waiting for? I'm ready to enter my car and drive out of the house. At this point, I was having one question in mind to ask him, but my tongue was too heavy to say it. “Are you coming here to…?” I stopped and thankfully he knew what I meant and he started laughing. “Your voice turned me on. It's not a matter of coming there or holding your precious fingers. I have something to tell you. We need to talk. I miss you and I want to have a nice time with my sister. Whatever angle you want it to be, I will be. But there is something I will never do, I will never force you against
Author’s pov Two white cars suddenly stopped in front of Amber’s grandma’s house and it was in the evening. The doors of the car at the back opened and Mrs Morgan and her friend, Merit’s mom came out of the car after the guards had opened the doors for them. They walked majestical towards the front door and one of the men guarding them knocked on the door. The first person that came out to open the door was a lady, one of those ladies that assisted Amber’s grandma. “Are you related to Amber?” Mrs Morgan asked with a cruel voice, putting great fear into the young lady. “No, I am here to do some housekeeping.” “Where is Amber’s grandma?” This time, it was Nora that asked this question. “She is inside,” she slightly trembled and went inside. They stood at the door post and when Amber’s grandma came out, her age demanded respect and in turn, she welcomed them by saying, “What are my guests doing at the mouth of the door? Please come inside.”Nora wanted to reject the offer of
Amber's pov Adrian walked up to me while I was in the room. Then he said, “I just received a call from the laboratory and they have informed me that the result is out.” My heart raced as we both stood at the edge of uncertainty. We neither know if it will be positive or negative. The laboratory center we went to was one of the sophisticated centers in the country. They were equipped with modern technologies. So, any test that was done there was often done with different testing techniques. “Will you inform your dad?” I asked as my voice started to crack out of tension. I felt more panicked than anything I have had in my entire life. It drew a line of separation between Adrian and I. I love Adrian and nothing apart from blood related could stop us from being together. “Get dressed, we need to go and collect the result.” Adrian said and kissed my forehead. I went to my wardrobe and by this time, I had already taken my bath. What will I wear? Does this occasion require speci
Author's pov “Flora, when are you going to inform Dora about your new plan?” Nora asked. They were outside, under a well spread white umbrella at Nora's house. “I will tell her once my son gives me a meaningful answer. Since I told her about my plan, he said he would get back to me. I love Dora and I want her to be part of my family.” Nora took a sip from her glass of blue wine and after she carefully placed the cup on the table, he said, “Your husband's infidelity has become a blessing in disguise. If your husband hasn't cheated on you, you wouldn't be able to achieve or say what you are demanding.” Flora shrugged and sighed. “He disappointed me. I could swear that he can't do something like that. If I had listened to my thoughts, I would have found out before now. I saw their closeness and I wondered what was happening. My husband Mut had known that Amber was his daughter. I am thinking he knew about it when he was sick at the hospital.” “Flora, that reminds me, what
Amber's pov When I held the lab report in my hands and carefully read the result word for word, I was astounded to see that Mr Morgan is my biological father. How come? Is there anything my grandma is hiding from me or my late mom is hiding from me? I didn't know what to think about? This information has thrown me upside down. I didn't know where to place my thoughts. If my grandma knew about it, why had she not told me all this while? Does that mean that Adrian is my half-brother? I came down from the cab and walked into the house and I felt like an ordinary paper that the wind could blow off. “Grandma,” I paused as I saw her picking up her phone call. I was so deep in thought that I didn't pay attention to my grandma's conversation over the phone. “Amber!” She called and I turned my eyes towards her. “Why are you looking at me like this? Has…” “Grandma, do you really know my dad?” “Your dad? You mean your late date?” She asked. “Yes. What about my mom? Do you
Author's pov “Why did you lie to me that I will leave here today?” Mrs Morgan said angrily and it was only her friend that was in her room. She had been hostile with her words, and even more angry when she saw Amber. “That was what the doctor said initially.” Then the ringing of Mrs Morgan's phone stopped her friend from speaking. “Your husband is calling you.” “I can't speak to someone that I'm angry at.” Flora said to her friend. “We only have one night to stay at the hospital. It's for your own good. At home in Mr Morgan's house, he was very worried. He had been calling his wife, but she had refused to pick up her call. Mr Morgan was first in his new room downstairs. He had been told by the doctors not to stress himself. So climbing the stairs was seen as stress. He walked out of his room and came to his private sitting room. The first time his eyes saw was the wall clock. “It's about 7pm and my wife has refused to pick up my call. Is there something that everyone is
Author's pov When the lab scientist said, “congratulations…” Mrs Morgan's heart raced as she didn't know why he was congratulating her. Does he know why she came to do the paternity test initially? He doesn't know, so when he said congratulations, Mrs Morgan was confused. Instead of saying it verbally at first, the man handed her the result on an envelope. “Congratulations on what?” She could still remember these words as the last moment and when the lab scientist said, “Mr Morgan is the father of your daughter.” Mrs Morgan lost it and she fell unconscious. “Doctor!” Nora, her close friend shouted. The lab scientist and Nora rushed her into one of the wards and they immediately started to resuscitate her. “Flora!” Nora shouted as one of the nurses told her to leave the room. The envelope was in Nora's hands as she came out of the room and stayed outside. “Oh my god, please Flora, you need to wake up. Who will I call now?” She asked herself. “I need to tell…” she pause
Author's pov “Has she picked up your call?” Merit asked her mum as she came back to the sitting room and her mother’s phone was still in her hand. “Hmmm…I can’t say she has answered me. She only told me she will get back to me.” Mrs Williams raised her face and looked at her daughter, who was putting on a very short skirt and a white top. It was in the evening and through the window, they could see the sun settling down. “How long will she get back to you?” She spoke with so much anger and after pacing the right side of the sitting room, she stopped and stood behind one of the couches. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Her mom asked, as Merit’s anger could be seen all over her body. “If you were very serious with what I told you, you would have expressed your anger towards her. How will she disgrace me in front of Adrian and her girlfriend? It’s so embarrassing.” “Are you sure Mrs Morgan did the things you have told me?” “She cannot deny it.” “When all of this wa