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 My heart starts racing once again. When something is done at a specific time and in a certain pattern, the human body becomes accustomed to it. Each time I dress up before leaving the house in the morning quickens my heartbeat. When will this end? The truth is, my husband is unhappy. From the bedroom where I'm getting ready, I can hear the running water in the kitchen sink and the clatter of dishes as my husband angrily washes them. In my upbringing, it was my father who woke up every day, dressed quickly, and rushed out of the house for work, leaving my mother behind. He was the one I knew as the primary provider for our family. However, since my husband's company was taken over by one of the wealthiest men in the country due to a significant debt, my husband stays at home and takes care of all the household chores. Despite my efforts, he refuses to join me in my small pharmaceutical company, which I inherited from my parents, or seek employment elsewhere. Every time
Amber’s pov Today marked thirty days since that encounter with the mysterious man in the hotel room. I had never met someone so empathetic before. When I confessed that what I was about to do was against my will, he responded with unwavering authority. "Who has forced you into this?" he asked.His question made me question his sincerity, but then it dawned on me that he must be one of Morgan's sons, acting on his behalf in this arrangement and he doesn’t know much about it. "If you hadn't pressured the person, I wouldn't be here," I replied. “Give me your phone number and go inside and get dressed, no woman should be subjected to such circumstances,” he replied. In response, I quickly provided him with a false number. Besides, what purpose would there be in keeping contact with him after today? As I emerged from the bathroom, fully clothed, I discovered that he had already left. Whenever I reflect on my encounter with that man, I find myself chuckling. I never anticipated
Author’s pov "Take care of your grandma! Take care of grandma!" These words reverberated in Amber's mind as she hurriedly got into her car and left her grandmother's compound. Just before her mother passed away, she tightly held Amber's hands and repeated those words until she grew weak and died. And Amber took those words to heart. "How could I tell her that I leased the pharmaceutical company because of my husband?" she pondered as she gripped the steering wheel and drove as fast as she could. Amber was certain that her husband would transfer the money to her. Midway to Dave's office, with the image of her grandmother enduring pain vividly etched in her mind, she picked up her phone and called her. "Grandma, if there's any way for you to get to the hospital, please do so. I'll come straight to the hospital. Your pain needs attention," she pleaded. Caring for her grandmother had become a way for Amber to show affection for both her late parents, providing her with a psycholo
Amber’s pov Before me lay a document offering a staggering sum of ten million dollars, requiring only my signature, and a task to make a man I hadn't even met fall in love with me. What should I do? Could Mr. Morgan be mistaking me for someone else? Am I about to impersonate someone? I came here to sell my pearls, but what lies before me is far grander than anything I had envisioned. My mind suddenly turned into a dart game, flashing countless images of what could happen to me and what that money could bring. "The most gorgeous lady I have set my eyes on," he interrupted my thoughts and added, "I'm still waiting." "If you love your grandma, then do it." This thought sprang into my mind, and I promptly took the pen from him and prepared to sign the agreement. However, Mr. Morgan interjected, "Shouldn't you review the terms and conditions of what you are about to sign?" "Sir, I have made up my mind," I replied, simultaneously signing the two documents. I filled in my name, pho
Author's pov It was evening, and Gwen was dancing to her favorite YouTube channel. She had set up her phone on a tripod, wearing a sheer net gown. Lost in the music, sweat trickled down her face. Suddenly, she heard the sound of Dave's car approaching. Swiftly, she adjusted herself, taking her phone off the tripod and placing it against the wall. She hurriedly sat on the couch, transforming her cheerful expression into one of sadness "Why do you look so sad?" Dave asked as he closed the living room door. He tossed his suitcase onto the nearest couch and walked briskly towards her. With a concerned look on his face, he stood in front of her. "What's wrong? You didn't mention anything when we spoke earlier today. I don't like seeing you like this. Tell me, honey," he urged. "You know what I want," she replied. "Why would I know what you want if you don't tell me?" he questioned. "You make promises you can't keep," she turned her face away, causing Dave to lean in slightly to
Amber’s pov Should I consider my split from Dave a stroke of luck? I couldn't help but smile at the thought of their reaction when Dave and Gwen arrived to collect his car. They were bewildered upon seeing me in a brand-new, highly expensive car. "Why did you keep me waiting before coming to retrieve your car, which is taking up space in this compound?" I calmly questioned them. This was the moment when my grandmother realized that something was seriously amiss between Dave and me. She sat in the back seat of my new car, and I had deliberately orchestrated the scene this way. "Are you sure she owns the car?" they whispered among themselves. "But she sounded like she was begging on the phone yesterday," Dave replied Gwen, unaware that I could hear him. Their faces were filled with shame. This was surely not the outcome they had anticipated. Perhaps they had expected me to kneel before them, just as Dave had instructed me to do when I caught them together in bed. "Didn't you t
Amber’s pov My eyes filled with shock as I laid eyes on the man I had mentally and emotionally prepared myself for, only to face rejection. In an instant, my world crumbled, reminiscent of the way it had shattered when Dave betrayed me despite all I had done for him. Should I try to understand Adrian's perspective in this situation, or should I place the blame on his father for putting me in this embarrassing position? I stood there, observing as Adrian expressed his anger, and my only option seemed to be to disappear into the ground. "Your dad intended it to be a surprise for you, Sir," James explained, his voice filled with apprehension and his fingers slightly moved without control. Adrian's voice rose as he confronted the butler, "James, why would you be involved in such a scheme?" The entire house fell into silence. I remained motionless, the glass of wine still in my hand, feeling like a statue. This wasn't what I had expected. I had imagined him walking towards me, embra
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