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 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 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
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