Amber’s pov I woke up early in the morning, eager to begin my first day as Adrian's secretary. As I sat on the edge of the bed, fully dressed except for my shoes, an idea struck me. Perhaps it would be a pleasant surprise for Adrian if I went ahead and prepared breakfast for him. "Should I wait here or head to the kitchen and prepare something special? Who knows, it might pique his interest," I pondered to myself. With that thought in mind, I stood up and made my way to the kitchen. To my surprise, Mr. Charles, the cook, was already there. "Good morning, ma'am," he greeted me hastily. "Good morning. What are you preparing this morning?" I approached the area where the aprons were hung, intending to pick one up and put it on. However, he interjected, "Ma'am, it wouldn't be a good idea if my boss finds you in the kitchen. I would be the one to take the blame." "What is a woman's role if not to prepare meals for her man? I'm not asking you to leave. Let's prepare it together.
Author's pov Dave's lips parted as soon as Amber entered Adrian's office. He couldn't believe his eyes. His ex-wife, of all people, was now the secretary of someone who had the power to take away his company with a mere signature. Initially, he had thought Amber was here to find a job when he and Gwen first made fun of her on the first floor, but as he observed her from head to toe, he found himself captivated by her beauty. He blinked repeatedly, trying to make sense of the situation. "Am I dreaming?" he wondered, his heart racing as he followed Amber's every move with his eyes. When she finally left the room, he couldn't deny that he felt completely disoriented, even after the door closed. "It seems you're already lost in her beauty. This may be your only chance to sign off your company from Morgan's corporation. The sooner, the better. Ideally, you should handle this assignment within the next four weeks. It's your task, and I need concrete evidence as soon as possible—both a
Amber’s pov "I've come here to apologize for everything I've done.” Those words have the most irritating thought lingering in my mind since I told Dave to leave my office. Just because we work for the same person doesn't mean he should get close to me or try to be familiar. He's the root of all my problems. This wasn't what I had planned. I was the CEO of my own small company before he tricked me and betrayed me. I've felt humiliated numerous times before deciding to meet that mysterious man at the hotel. And what did Dave do? He showed up with ice cream and a rose. What was he expecting? Did he think I'd jump up and embrace him just because he once knew my favorite things? I made it clear that he should stay away from me unless it's work-related. His sight even wants to make me throw-up. As Dave was about to leave, he asked me to lower my voice so Adrian wouldn't overhear us and think he was challenging me. I never knew he was this afraid. Well, his own wickedness has caught up w
Amber's pov When Adrian mentioned the hotel name and room number, I didn't pay much attention or remember how that room number was connected to me, as he was actually talking to the driver. It was only upon entering the hotel several minutes later that I realized it was the very place I had come to meet the mysterious and kind gentleman. Adrian stepped out of the car in the hotel compound, leaving me and the driver inside. There was no need for me to follow him or for him to have my presence. A few minutes later, the driver, Mark, emerged from the car, but he didn't go far. I could still see him from my seat at the back of the car. "How stunning must that lady be? For her to linger in Adrian's memory, she must possess timeless elegance and grace," I pondered, gazing into the rearview mirror. "Why can't I go and meet this fortunate lady?" I felt curious, until reality struck me and I asked myself. "What excuse can I give Adrian for going to meet them there?" I voiced my thoug
Author’s pov Dave and Gwen sat at the dining table in the evening. It was a small, portable table near the kitchen that Amber had bought for this house when she was here. Dave and Gwen, sitting across from each other. Unknowingly to Dave, he wasn't eating his food. His fork and knife rested on the plate, and he had taken only a few bites. Meanwhile, Gwen had almost finished her meal and noticed that Dave was absentmindedly playing with his food. "Do you not like the food?" she asked. "I do," he replied. "What's the matter? Why aren't you eating?" Gwen paused, and they exchanged glances. "You've been moody since you came back from work. Is there something wrong with your new job? Is Adrian causing problems?" she inquired. "No," he shook his head. "Then what's bothering you? Why can't you share it with me?" Gwen asked. "How can I tell you about my mission at Adrian's company?" he thought to himself, returning his gaze to his food. Gwen reached out her right hand and gent
Author’s pov Noah, a pot-bellied man in his mid-forties, held a half glass of crystal-clear wine in his right hand. His short stature and well-creamed hair gave him the appearance of a musician. A luxurious wrist watch adorned his right wrist, and his gaze was fixed on a large flat-screen TV. He was on the verge of laughter due to what he was watching when Diana entered the living room wearing a very short skirt. "Diana?" Noah uncrossed his legs, which were resting on a creamy stool, and his facial expression suddenly changed. "What are you doing here?" He stood up and took two steps closer to her. Noah's height became apparent as he approached Diana, who stood nearly six feet tall. Her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and she averted her gaze, leaving her round earring facing Noah. "What are you doing here? When we last spoke thirty minutes ago, you said you were at Adrian's house. Did he send you away? Didn't he believe you?" "I'm terrified. How can I claim to be
Amber's pov I couldn't comprehend what was driving me out of the house again, repeatedly remembering the name of the hospital James had mentioned. Was there a mistake somewhere? I was so certain that I was the woman Adrian had encountered that day at the hotel. If I wasn't the one, why did they recognize me the other day? If I wasn't the one, why did I recognize the hotel room? The pieces of the puzzle just wouldn't fit together. I was convinced that I was the woman, and an unspoken anger surged within me at the thought of meeting this strange lady at the hospital. Lost in my thoughts, I inadvertently passed the hospital. Realizing my mistake, I needed to turn around since I couldn't just let the road I had already traveled go unchecked. Exiting my car, I hurriedly walked inside. Approaching the receptionist's desk, I said to the nurse, "I've come to see the woman Mr. Adrian visited." How could anyone not know Mr. Adrian or the Morgan family name? They were as well-known as the
Adrian’s pov The first thing that drew my attention was Diana's voice. I didn't see the lady's face that night, but her voice was quite different. Was it that the duration of seeing her again couldn't help me reconcile her voice? I was still in my room thinking about the lady when I remembered that she called my house phone. I sat in my room, lost in thoughts of her, when I remembered that she had called my house phone. Curiosity got the better of me, and I went to check the number she had used. To my surprise, the number she called from was different from the one she had given me. This discovery left me feeling skeptical about Diana. I couldn't help but question her motives and the truth behind her actions. The following day, as I continued my exercise routine, Diana entered the gym wearing a revealing nightgown. The contours of her breasts were visible, and she approached me with a seductive smile. "Good morning, dear," she greeted me. "Good morning. How was your night? Are y
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