Author's pov Dora took all her clothes in her luggage and she could hear Mrs Morgan and Adrian exchanging words in the sitting room. “I am the cause of all those commotion in Adrian's house,” she thought as she was almost done. “If I should stay here any longer, Adrian might embarrass me.” When she heard some footsteps, she quickly stopped what she was doing. Mrs Morgan had stood in front of her some minutes ago, stopping her from packing her things. Dora has given up on this fight. She doesn't want to fight for her place in Adrian's life. Adrian in question doesn't love her again. “What have I done that Adrian hates me so much?” She asked herself. When she didn't hear the footsteps again, she finally arranged her luggage and came out of the room. On getting to the sitting room, Adrian and her mom were sitting on a separate chair. “Where are you going? How many times have I told you to stay in this house?” “Mrs Morgan, let me go. Adrian has hated me to the point that I fee
Author’s pov Mrs Morgan felt a burning sensation all over her body as she could hold back Dora from leaving Adrian’s home. As she reflected on the fact that her only son had left the house to go and meet Amber, she moved around the large sitting room. Her hands were on her back and she was thinking about what to do. “If Adrian had even chosen Anita, the heir to Charlton’s corporations, it would have been better.” She thought and walked up to the wine bar. “Ma, breakfast is ready!” The cook said. “Get out of here,” she shouted. She stood and lost the desire to drink any wine again. Her face was furious. She couldn’t believe seeing that she had lost some large percentage of control over her son that always wanted to please her. Filled with countless thoughts, she collected the glass cup and forgot to take a bottle of wine with her as she walked back to the chair she was sitting down on. “How dare Adrian refuse to listen to me? Never will I accept Amber as the wife of my son.
Amber's pov If Adrian had truly said he loved me, he would have waited a little longer. I sat on the chair, my shoulders feeling weak emotionally, making it difficult to stand and go to my grandma's room. My mind was filled with thoughts, wondering who had informed Dave about my relationship issues with Adrian. "Is he keeping tabs on me?" I wondered aloud. Who has he paid to gather information about me? I explicitly told him never to come here again. Leaning my head against the chair, my grandma emerged from her room. Her kind of face was not what I love to see when angry. "So, if I don't give you your phone, you won't eat dinner?" she questioned. I remained silent, realizing that if she weren't my grandma, she wouldn't dare try what she just did. She intentionally hid my phone and put it on silent. If I had known, I wouldn't have shared the details of what Adrian's mom did to me. It upset her greatly, and she wanted me to be upset too. With such anger, she hoped to break my
Amber's pov Adrian's fingers were the most loving and his lips were the most sensual. His touches felt like ripples through my body. Like a love-struck patient, he gave me a satisfying dose from his very first touch. We kissed our way into a house I had never entered before, and my giggles in the car must have aroused him the more, as he started unbuttoning my top inside the car. He carried me out of the car like a newly wedded bride, and our lips remained locked together. All the doubts my grandmother had shared about our relationship faded away at that moment. The way he carried me made me feel the hardness of his manhood. He dropped me onto the bed and tore my top off, as if it was blocking his view. Removing my bra was effortless. I could see the muscles of his arms rippling under his skin. He kissed me passionately, from my lips to my chin and down to my neck. Why was he so aggressive, as if we had been apart for a long time? Such intense desire might be the result of a long
Author's pov In the morning around 10:30 am, a Boeing 767 touched down at the airport, carrying 110 passengers, including Mrs. Nora Williams, a close friend of Mrs. Morgan. Mrs. Williams, a woman in her late thirties who took great care of her skin, appeared younger than her years. She was wearing a stylish black gown with a white scarf around her neck and sunglasses covering her eyes. Mrs. Williams was embroiled in a legal battle over her late husband's investments, contested by her stepsons from a previous relationship. She had a daughter, Merit, a nineteen-year-old college student. With her was her lawyer, accompanied her and his name was Jasper. Despite receiving 22% of the her late husband’s investments, Mrs. Williams expressed disappointment, feeling she deserved more. Exiting the plane, Mrs. Williams was met by a throng of journalists waiting to ask her questions after the court case. "Mrs. Nora Williams, do you see the outcome of your legal battle with your late husba
Author's pov Jasper was carried by Mrs. Williams' presence, striving to reassure her that inheriting 22% of her late husband's investments wasn't a setback or that she had lost her case against her late husband's sons. It took him about three days to persuade her after the case, to consider herself lucky. Being a young, energetic lawyer, he saw handling such a prominent case for a wealthy woman like Mrs. Williams as a privilege, especially since she had invited him. He was keen to maintain their connection, feeling unsettled by her evident unhappiness of getting such a percentage. During those days, he found himself spending more time in her hotel room and even attempted to take her out, secretly hoping for a more permanent role in her life as her lawyer. In the midst of trying to win Nora's approval, Jasper didn't know he had neglected his fiancée. His communication with Anna dwindled to the point where he forgot to inform her of his arrival that day. "As soon as I entered th
Jasper’s pov With my suitcase in my hand and as I got into my car, I felt I was about to start a new life. All my plans of getting married by the end of the year have landed on a rock. Where will I start from? I have this personality of being too shy to express my feelings to the opposite sex. It all started when I was publicly disgraced when I was in highschool. If I were some men, the millions in my suitcase was enough for me to start kicking my life in the right direction. My two hands were on the steering wheel but I found myself hand shivering. The pumping blood all over my body was at a rush, probably making my eyes blur. There was one thing I needed to do to save my life was to stop the car at the side of the road and wait to see what next happened to my body system. I gradually stopped the car and parked at the side of the road. Upon removing my seatbelt, I collapsed my head on the headrest and closed my eyes. Some minutes later, I kept hearing the conversation of Anna an
Author's pov Jasper felt indebted to Mrs Williams as he only took his phone and came out of his hotel room. He got into his car and drove away. He was in so much of a hurry that he didn't read the full address, but his eyes had only caught the name of the street. It was on his way he rechecked the address and got the full location. “What has happened to Mrs Williams? Or have the sons of his late husband come to intimate her? Or is she still thinking about her case as a loser? I don't think so.” He thought as he kept going. His mind couldn't pinpoint what had actually happened to her. At this rushing moment, he forgot about how his life had turned out to be. He forgot the drug he bought and its usage. What he was fully concerned about was to get to Mrs Williams' house and find out what had happened to her. It took him about twenty seven minutes to get there and when he got to the gate of Mrs Williams’ house, he pressed the horn of his car. When he didn't see her coming out to o