Opening up more, she described her family's callousness. "Everything changed so quickly - Alexander's betrayal, Isabella taking over as heir. My parents used to dote on me, or so I believed.""Now they treat me as an inconvenience." Harrison shook his head. "I don't understand how they could be so cold. You clearly have a brilliant mind for business.""Their loss will be my gain." He smiled at her. "Who knows - maybe we'll launch an enterprise that leaves your family's in the dust." Amelia had to laugh at the bold proclamation. She appreciated Harrison envisioning a future where her talents could shine."You may come to regret saying that when I propose crazy ventures," she joked. They bantered playfully about potential ideas, from novelty pet products to gourmet food trucks. For the first time since her world imploded, Amelia felt a spark of excitement about what lay ahead."In all seriousness, I admire your entrepreneurial spirit," Harrison said sincerely. "I want you to kno
That night, after Amelia's encounter with Harrison at the mall, she arrived back at the imposing Davidson family estate as dusk settled over the manicured grounds. Inside, the cavernous mansion was silent, only her footsteps echoing on the polished marble floors. She was relieved to find her family absent from the halls and sitting rooms, wanting solitude after the emotional rollercoaster of the last few days.Once in her suite, Amelia changed into a comfortable silk nightgown and sat at the antique vanity to brush out her long hair. She still felt unsettled from the odd sense of being watched at the mall earlier. Pushing the uneasy feelings aside, she took out her phone to text Harrison, letting him know she was home safe, as he had requested. Soon his reply came through: "Glad to hear it. Sleep well, Amelia."She wrote back goodnight and climbed into the plush king bed, switching off the bedside lamp. Silvery moonlight filtered in through the tall windows overlooking the garde
The week following her unsettling dream passed slowly for Amelia. She fell into a new routine, the haze of her previous life receding day by day. Though the path forward remained unclear, encouraging calls from Harrison gave her the will to keep placing one foot in front of the other.He gently pushed her to focus on goals only she could define, not what others demanded. With his support, Amelia made tentative steps toward the independence long denied her. She reconnected with college friends now working in business and technology. Their insight proved invaluable as she asked probing questions about starting and running a company.Amelia knew with the Caldwell name behind her, doors would open once she gained financial freedom. For now, she soaked up everything she could, playing the role of the eager newlywed.At the mansion, she treaded carefully around her family, revealing little of her burgeoning plans. There was no need to rouse their suspicions before she escaped their c
The sun was dipping low when Amelia returned to the imposing Davidson family estate after spending a carefree afternoon in Harrison's company. Their time together always seemed to fly by, hours vanishing like mirages. Pulling up the winding driveway, she spotted her father's sleek black town car parked prominently before the grand entrance. With a sinking feeling, she realized he must have arrived home early while she was out.Inside, her footsteps echoed hollowly on the polished marble floors. The cavernous rooms were conspicuously empty - no servants bustling about, no sounds of her mother or sister chatting. An oppressive stillness hung in the air.Approaching her father's study, Amelia froze when she heard his voice within, tersely conversing with someone. She lingered outside, reluctant to interrupt.The tone of the discussion was impossible to discern through the heavy wooden doors. But she could tell his mood was irritable, words clipped and impatient.After several minu
Amelia sat alone in her bedroom after the disastrous confrontation with her father, mind churning with turmoil. His cruel ultimatum echoed relentlessly in her thoughts - sever ties with Martha or lose everything.How could she abandon the woman who had been more of a mother than her own aloof parents? Martha's love and wisdom had anchored her entire life.Yet defying her father meant financial ruin, her dreams of independence shattered. He held all the cards to dictate her fate.Or did he? Amelia's thoughts turned to Harrison, and their blossoming bond. Perhaps she need not navigate this storm alone.Still, involving him felt dangerous, the risk of limitless vulnerability. But Martha's life potentially hung in the balance.Swallowing her pride, Amelia resolved to ask Harrison for help, though the thought made her stomach knot with anxiety.She picked up her phone with trembling fingers and pulled up his contact, hovering over the call button hesitantly. Asking for assistance did no
Martha smiled contentedly out her sunny hospital window. Vases overflowing with roses perfumed the air, gifts from her devoted visitor.True to his word, Harrison came faithfully to see her when Amelia could not.His compassion and wit charmed Martha as much as they clearly charmed her surrogate daughter.Whenever he entered bearing small treats or books, Martha's spirits lifted instantly. She saw why Amelia esteemed him so highly.Beyond mere courtesy, Harrison conversed with her like the wise mentor she was to Amelia. Their talks roamed philosophical depths. Martha found it rejuvenating to share hard-won insights with such an engaged young mind.In lighter moments, they traded affectionate humor and stories.During each visit with Harrison, Martha felt her health improve bit by bit.Having endured a long life of tragedy and loss, she had resigned herself to facing death's approach in isolation. But this unexpected new friendship reminded Martha her time left could be rich with joy
Amelia sat by the hospital bed, tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at Martha, her beloved maid who had been with the family for decades.Martha was like a second mother to Amelia, having cared for her since she was a little girl. Now in her mid fifties, Martha had been diagnosed with a rare autoimmune disease, the treatment for which would cost a fortune. Amelia grasped Martha's frail hand in hers. "Don't you worry about a thing. We'll pay for whatever treatment you need, money is no object. You've been part of our family for so long, we'll make sure you get the absolute best care."Martha smiled weakly, gratitude shining in her eyes. "You're too kind, dear. But don't go spending all your money on an old woman like me. As long as I get to see your smiling face, I'll be at peace."Amelia shook her head firmly. "Nonsense. We're going to fight this, and you'll be back to bossing me around in no time." They both laughed softly at the long running joke about Martha's mothering.
Amelia left the hospital feeling a renewed sense of purpose after her talk with Martha. The wise woman's counsel had set her thinking clearly again. She would not run or make any rash moves. For now, Amelia would pretend to go along with her family's schemes, biding her time until the moment was right to break free on her own terms. Arriving back at the imposing Davidson estate, Amelia steeled herself before entering the house.She found her parents lounging in the study, doubtlessly congratulating themselves on their maneuvers to control her fate. Schooling her features into an expression of acquiescence, Amelia addressed them. "Mother, Father, I wish to apologize for my outburst earlier. It was foolish of me. I understand now that you only want what is best, and I will respect your arrangements."Her parents exchanged startled looks, clearly not having expected such ready agreement. Her father recovered quickly, giving a smug smile. "Well, I'm glad you've come to your senses