Amber's pov I have never felt this kind of embarrassment before. I stood before those who hated me. Mrs Morgan and Dora took the advantage of Adrian's absence. When Adrian told me that he was about to leave and see his dad, I immediately knew I was in big trouble. It's very obvious, Adrian's mother doesn't love me. She sees me as a gold digger and she uses every opportunity to humiliate me. Dora was the happiest, she kept smiling and occasionally laughed as I was going out of the house. Mrs Morgan didn't allow me to take a single thing of my own. “I was told you came here alone, and you were holding a handbag. My son bought everything you are saying you have. My son will never marry you. Never!” She raised her voice at me. All the guards were just looking at me helplessly as Mrs Morgan was following me as I can out of the house. When I came out of the compound, I went straight to the car I drove here and I was waiting to see if she would come and tell me that it was Adrian
Author’s pov Adrian raced towards his father's house, his heart pounding with fear. On his way here while in his car, he had gripped his phone, tempted to make some calls about the situation, but his mother's words kept resurfacing, holding him back. As he arrived, he hastily parked the car without bothering to lock the door and hurried inside. "Good morning, sir," some of the guards greeted him, but he disregarded them and proceeded indoors. He made his way to his father's sitting room, only to find it empty. It was as he expected, so he hurried to his father's bedroom, but his father was nowhere to be found. Exiting the room, he encountered one of the guards near the dining room. "Where is my dad, and which hospital have they taken him to?" he asked, but the guard was shocked, and he was unable to respond quickly due to the shock caused by Adrian's words. "Are you deaf?" Adrian raised his voice. "Sir, your father is upstairs with a friend." "Are you insane? Do you think I'
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