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Rhys watched as Amara walked beside Adrian towards the waiting car. The heavy suitcases were in Adrian’s hands as he stuffed them into the backseat. The air was heavy with unspoken tension, and Rhys, standing by the front door of the mansion couldn't shake resentment oozing through Amara. Her gaze remained fixed on the ground, avoiding eye contact with Rhys. Adrian tried to offer a comforting smile, but it barely reached her troubled eyes. She hated knowing Rhys did not care for her and it hurt her more realising she was reading into things too much. The engine of the car hummed softly. Rhys felt a knot tighten in his chest. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She looked so sad and writhed like a flower. Her fists were tightly clenched. “I’ll send someone with her remaining stuff,” Rhys murmured taking Amara’s attention. The woman looked so taken aback by his words. His voice so cold and distant Amara wondered if he was the same man who consoled her that night. Feeling embarras
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A few days passed, and Amara started indulging herself in household work. Waking up before Adrian and making breakfast for him. It all came naturally to her—preparing his morning coffee, ironing his clothes, arranging his lunch, preparing dinner, waiting for him in the living room of their giant apartment, and then sleeping—on different beds of course.She was glad Adrian agreed to let her have a room to herself. She barely got time to paint, and she was glad because every time she grabbed the brush, her hands would shake and she wouldn’t know what she’d draw. All the while, pale blue eyes haunt her now and then. Amara moved between the kitchen counters, the clinking of utensils and the sizzling sounds from the stove pulling her out of her thoughts. The enticing aroma of pasta began to envelop the living room, but her mind was elsewhere—lost in the abyss of memories that seemed to intertwine with the scents reminding her of the time she lived with Rhys. It had only been a week, and
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The front door creaked open, and Adrian stumbled inside, clearly intoxicated. His friend, Abigail, followed closely behind, trying to keep him steady. Amara was sitting on the couch, engrossed in a magazine as she looked up, concern etched on her face as she saw Adrian in such a state. “Adrian, what happened? Are you okay?” She asked worriedly.Adrian's speech was slurred as he tried to respond.“I'm fine, baby. Just had a bit too much to drink.” He swayed wobbling on his feet as she quickly got up. Abigail guided Adrian to the couch and sat him down, his gaze lingering on Amara for a moment longer than necessary. Amara felt a shiver run down her spine, a sense of discomfort settling in her gut.She avoided his eyes. “Thanks for bringing him home, Abigail. I'll take care of him from here.”Abigail smirked, his eyes still fixed on Amara, but she quickly regained her composure.He said licking his lips. “No problem. Always happy to help out a friend in need.” Amara's discomfort inten
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The warmth of the soup had not only comforted his body but had stirred something deeper within him, something he couldn't quite put into words. He watched Amara, her shy eyes and tinted cheeks only added to her ethereal beauty. The admiration he felt for her swelled in his chest, making it difficult to breathe.Adrian’s phone rang cutting through, frowning he picked it up. “Hello?” “The files you asked for are here. Do you want me to send them to your apartment?”Adrian glanced at Amara and shook his head. “No, not here. I’ll be there in ten.” He said before hanging up. Whatever emotions he felt inside him a second ago were now replaced with deep sadness and regret. The files he asked for were of Amara’s condition. He did not want her to stumble upon those files. She’d know about her scars and the…rape. Adrian tried his best not to let his emotions show in his face as he averted his eyes to the side and started getting up. Amara looked worried at him. “Are you going somewhere?” She
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Amara paced around the room, glancing nervously at the bunch of Peonies on the coffee table. She picked one up, twirling it between her fingers, lost in thought.She whispered. “Why is he sending me flowers now?” She sighed shaking her head. What if they were from someone else? Was she reading deep into things more than she should? She was being paranoid. Deciding to not think about this, she left the flowers in the vase and was about to sit when the house phone started ringing. Amara frowned and picked it up. “Hello?”“Baby?” She heard a slurred voice from the other side. Frowning, she asked. “Who is this?” She asked confusedly. “She doesn’t even recognise your voice, dude? You sure she’s your wife?” A manly voice chuckled from the other side. Amara’s eyes widened when she realised who it was. Feeling embarrassed, she quickly spoke. “Adrian?” The men on the other side chuckled. Amara could hear Adrian’s slurred voice and stumbling curses as he snatched the phone from his friend.
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The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from a lone lamp. Amara sat on the floor, her eyes red and swollen from tears. The scent of the Peonies lingered in the air mixed with Rhys’s intoxicating scent that baffled her. She shut her eyes and let out a deep sigh thinking to herself. Why, Rhys? Why did you have to come back into my life? She wondered. Amara clutched her chest, a mix of guilt and conflicting emotions washing over her like a heavy, damp cloak, clinging with invisible fingers, each breath burdened by the weight of unspoken words. It was a shadow that refused to fade, casting a pallor on the heart's canvas, where every beat echoed a remorseful melody.Amara sobbed uncontrollably, her hands trembling as she wiped away the tears.She betrayed Adrian... betrayed herself.She curled into a ball on the floor, the weight of reality pressing down on her. The room felt suffocating, echoing with the silence of her thoughts. The weight of guilt became too much. Amara
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Amara couldn’t process what was happening. One moment she was in the apartment, and the next moment, Rhys was dragging her to god knows where. His hold stole like yet gentle on her, she gasped when she almost stumbled trying to keep up with his long strides. Amara felt the evening breeze tangling with her hair as soon as they walked out of the building. And that’s when everything around Amara stilled. Her heart stilled. How long had it been since she last stepped foot outside? Amara couldn’t remember. Everything became dull except the cool after-rain breeze that whisked past her hair, and she closed her eyes tilting her head at the sky. So, this was what it felt like. The smell of peace. The touch of solace. The warmth of nature. Amara realised she missed this. Back in Rhys’s mansion, the garden used to be her safe place, but ever since Adrian and she shifted to the city, she couldn’t tell if she missed Rhys more or the garden with hundreds of flowers. Flowers. Her eyes opened an
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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue across the park. Amara and Rhys strolled through the peaceful surroundings, oblivious to the passage of time. Her laughter and his intense gaze. Easy conversations created a cocoon, shielding her from the world outside. Amara's gaze flitted between the blooming flowers and Rhys's captivating eyes. Unbeknownst to her, the sun's descent painted the sky with hues of pink and orange. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a timeless embrace. It was like she was standing in a sunlit meadow, surrounded by the fragrance of blooming flowers, yet wearing a blindfold. Every petal, every scent, even every warmth of sunlight registered, but the source remained a puzzle she couldn’t solve. There was an unspoken melody in the air, a gentle hum that resonated through her every nerve and travelled through her body, leaving her captivated yet unaware.Being with Rhys was truly something Amara knew she couldn’t feel
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A lush garden filled with vibrant flowers and towering trees. In the centre lies a small, serene grave adorned with a single peony. Rhys with a weathered face and gentle eyes, slowly approached, his steps heavy with the weight of memories. Raindrops fell softly, casting a melancholic veil over the scene.He smiled down at the grave and replaced the weathered Peony with a new one. “Another day, my doll.”With trembling hands, he delicately placed a fresh peony on the grave, its petals glistening with raindrops. He knelt beside it, his movements slow and deliberate. Sitting beside the grave, he gazed at it with a mixture of longing and acceptance.Twenty-five years have passed and he still couldn’t fill the void in his chest.He looked up at the sky and closed his eyes. Can you feel the rain, my love? It's as if the heavens weep with me.He reached out, his fingers brushing against the cold stone of the grave. A soft smile graced his lips as he recalled memories long past.“Do you remem
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Two weeks laterNo matter if I am alive or not, you must always be with me, residing inside me. If I were to face death, my only wish is to spend my final moments in your arms, Amara. Whenever the rain troubles you, consider me as the raindrops. And when the warmth of the sun touches your feet, know that it is my essence within those sun rays.Rhys gripped the pen tightly in his hand, his eyes staring in darkness and he watched the stars dissipating behind the clouds in the dark sky. His heart was heavy and his eyes blurred with unshed tears.The chords of his heart were broken, his nights were sleepless. Yet he couldn't stop recalling the last look of panic and concern on her face. He should be happy that she felt something for him, but at what cost? On the verge of losing her...Whom I should ask, Amara? You are not here. Where do I search for your touches of laughter, this world is filled with silences. Where do I find happiness, Amara, when you are not here? I don't know how many
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A sharp agonising pain stung the side of her body as she moaned in pain. She panted as she tried to blink the blurriness away. There was a long silent pause for a moment when a scream left her mouth as her body was jerked forward. Confused and panicked she yelped as she felt something trailing down her arms.Looking down she saw blood oozing down her arms, the pain came afterwards when she realised she had a deep cut over her upper arm. The tattered piece of shirt dug into the wound as she winced at the stinging sensation. Crawling on her legs she pushed herself up as she swayed at the dizziness.With unfocused vision, she breathed heavily trying to stand still but due to weakness and exhaustion, she stumbled a step back before a large pair of hands e flushed her in a warm embrace.There was chaos all around but what stood among them was shooting sounds. Amara felt her heart pounding loudly in her chest as she looked baffled at the person behind her. Her eyes widened as she saw his fa
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Amara shrieked in fear, she woke up terrified from the nightmare, her body drenched in sweat. Her heart racing and her hands trembling as she tried to catch her breath, the memory of the terrifying images still fresh in her mind. She didn't understand what she exactly saw a nightmare or twisted fragment of her lost memories. It all seemed too real to be called a mere nightmare.Reality blurred with the remnants of the nightmare, leaving her disoriented and unsure of her surroundings. Anxiety coursed through her veins, a relentless tide threatening to overwhelm her fragile sense of composure. She longed for the comforting embrace of Rhys.Yet, despite her desperate yearning for solace, she found herself hesitating to close her eyes again, afraid of what horrors the night may hold. Each moment of wakefulness was a precarious balance between the desire for rest and the dread of reliving the nightmare's torment. She was scared. Terrified. Top of FormShe patted her cheek when she felt som
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He clenched his fists, teeth grinding as he looked down at her unconscious frame. The straps of the dress had slipped down to her shoulder exposing the delicate collar bones. A flash of raging blood flashed through his eyes as his dark eyes zeroed in on the hickeys on her neck descending under her blouse. It infuriated him when he saw Rhys with her, and it angered him more knowing that the bastard had her. So many days without her. "I fucking don't care. I am not backing down." He raised his head ever so gradually as his dark eyes held his Francis. Francis clenched his jaw as he said. "I can kill for her too. And I won't hesitate, not even a bit." Francis let out a frustrated sigh as he ran his hand through his dishevelled hair. He looked at Amara and another stressed breath left his mouth. He was fucked, along with his son. Not only did he mess with Rhys, but Rhys De Luca would also crush them under his feet. ***** Amara woke up with a pounding sensation and dizzy head. The firs
