Amber's pov Rejecting me as a person and dismissing my profession, which I was highly respected in despite not doing it full-time, infuriated me. My feelings for him faded away. I grew tired of constantly trying to please him. I, too, deserve someone who can bring me joy and care. He should seek another therapist whom he appreciates and trusts. I was no longer willing to offer my assistance. Descending the stairs, my sole purpose was to gather some funds as soon as possible and repay his father's money that has entrapped me. If I manage to raise that amount, I won't see myself here in a matter of minutes. As I was about to step onto the floor, leaving the stairs behind, I pondered once more, "How am I going to acquire that kind of huge money?" Sitting on one of the chairs in the living room, I continued to contemplate. If my pharmaceutical company was in my reach, I would have used it to take a loan and be free from here. The more I thought of freeing myself, the more I rememb
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