Tessa's POV
I did not scream enough when the nurse told us the latest development.
“We are sorry, but we lost her.”
Amelia screamed at the top of her voice, loudly. It felt like a competition between the both of us.
Carl was speechless, he did not hold me when I started moving, and screaming. I saw Amelia's husband hold her, speaking into her ears.
We were allowed to walk to the ward, where we saw my daughter's lifeless body.
Scarlett was really unmoving, she has never been this way since she was born.
“Wake up!” Amelia screamed, Ethan still held her, so did the young girl who came with them to the hospital.
We were making so much noise in the hospital premises. A doctor walked in, looked at the scene, then at Amelia, who was on the floor already.
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Amelia's POVIt was barely a month and Scarlett's funeral was organized.Ethan stayed by my side all through, he took a leave from work just to be with me. Pamela on the other side can be sweet, and even sweeter. It dawned on me even more and more that my sister is dead.“We'll visit the police station today,” Ethan announced one morning. “Get ready.”“Why?”“What do you mean?” He asked, turning to face me. “You've not had a conversation with your sister's killer since the day it happened. Don't you want to see him?”“I don't know.”I thought about it. I wanted to see Luke, I ended up deciding, I took my bath later that evening and was ready to see him.Luke Oren.“Can I come with you?” Pamela beg
Amelia's POVThings got better.I moved on from the pain that came with Scarlett's death. The rest of the men who worked with Luke were apprehended days after we returned from the burial.“He promised to go the day after we visited.” Ethan said, taking it personally.“At least, they've gone.” I said, giving him a reason to be calm.Their trial came up in a few weeks. Mother and Father call to speak with me over the phone once in a while, there was a feeling that comes with speaking to them.I finally see myself having more than just a contract with Ethan.He is a sweet man, and very supportive – he stayed by my side all through the period of my mourning.“I love you.” I remember the words he said to me that day in the room – on the bed.I
Ethan's POV I slept soundly that hour, almost dreaming when a hand hit me. At first, I thought it was in my dream, or a mis-thought. The hand butted me again, and I jumped up on the bed. “What is it?” I asked Amelia, she held onto the edge of the bed, gasping for air. “What is it?!” I asked again, holding her hand. “I think the babies are coming.” I thought I didn't hear the words clearly until she repeated them again, Pamela's name filled my mouth the next moment. I was more confused and hurt when Amelia burst out crying, it was in the early hours of the morning and definitely not the right time for this. Whatever it is that she felt must have hurt, deeply. “Pamela!” I screamed the young lady's name again, higher than the former pitch and tone. I heard the door of her room creak, and footsteps were heard. She was on her way. “What is it?” The confused woman asked, rushing to Amelia's side. “I think the babies are coming, uncle.” Of course, I know. The only thing I d
Amelia's pov I couldn't sleep the night of my wedding because I was so happy, my stomach bubbling with excitement and my head buzzing with thoughts. Luke and I were stationed in separate rooms as required but I found myself tip-toeing to his room at midnight. We were currently at the wedding hall in which our marriage would be happening later today so as to avoid any traffic. My face fell as I approached his room, I could make out faint noises that didn’t sound right, I opened the door a fraction and I couldn’t believe what I saw. Luke was on his back and my own sister was on top of him, and they were having nasty, disgusting sex. Their faces were red and sweat glistened against them even in the dark, he kept whispering nasty words at her and could barely control how high his voice went. They were so busy with what they were doing that they didn’t hear my sharp intake of breath or the sounds of my heart ripping in two. "I thought you said you loved me, why are you going ahea
Amelia’s povAt exactly 8am, I was woken up by my smiling mother and other people who I didn't recognise. I realised they were hairstylists and make-up artists later on. I was bathed in scented water and I was seated in my vanity. Then my hairstylist began, she flat ironed my dark curls which I didn’t like but Luke did. I wanted to protest but refrained to not alert suspicion, today would be the last day anyway. When she finished, my makeup artist stepped in before I could even breathe. She was giving me subtle nude makeup but then my mother spoke up; “I don't like that shade, give her bolder lips and eyes too, her her husband likes her looking outstanding.” My stomach twisted at her calling him my husband but it was the truth, he really did like me looking this particular way. By the time the makeup artist finished, my mom had little tears in her eyes as she stared at me through the mirror, she delicately placed the diamond necklace and earrings on me and sighed contentedly.“Yo
I woke up with a banging headache and muffled music playing around me. I opened my eyes slowly and remembered what had happened, a wave of sadness hit me as I stared down and realised I was still on the floor in my wedding dress. I tore the hem of it in anger and stumbled up, heading to my room to change into a tight, pale cream dress. I was supposed to wear this for the after party. As I approached the part where the wedding was happening, tears welled up in my eyes as I found Scarlett and Luke already married, seated at the love seat made for us, they looked happy together and my parents looked even happier. The after party had even begun, I wondered how they had found such a beautiful dress for her in such a short time. Perhaps she had hoped something like this would happen? My head was swirling, I felt nauseous. How could they have done this to me? Why was I so disposable? I turned away from them and let tears fall freely from my face, not minding if it ruined my makeup. I co
Amelia's povAs I arrived at the place I had always known as home, a pang of hurt filled me but I swallowed it down and paid the cab driver. I went up the steps of the front porch with all the hesitance in the world. But as I entered , I found them already waiting for me in the living room and a flicker of hope arose in my chest. “Where have you been?” My mother asked with an expression I hadn't known her to use on me before. “I left that place, I couldn't take it.” I said not meeting her eyes and she scoffed. “You couldn't take what? Everything that happened there yesterday was of your own making. You could have been a happily wedded wife but you chose to let your pride rule you and you refused to marry him.” She jabbed at me and I gasped.I choked back tears threatening to fall. “How could you say this mom? How could you blame me for all this? I never would have been happy in that marriage and you know it!” “So you chose to call it off at our expense! Knowing full well that th
Ethan's povThat night with the strange beautiful girl was one of the best nights I had in a long time. I had initially gone to the wedding because I needed to mingle. My board of trustees were threatening to pull out their investments and sell their shares which was going to be very bad for business. They wanted me to settle down and produce an heir, someone of my own blood and grooming who would handle things when I was gone. I wasn't a very social person. I wasn't particular about getting married so soon. But I knew they weren't bluffing, they were serious about their demands and while I was the richest young man this city has ever known, it didn't mean I wouldn't be affected if they all turned against me. So I agreed and that was why I was at the wedding in the first place. I came conveniently late when the after party had already begun and decided to scavenge for a woman I could make my contract wife. I was about to leave-most of the ladies there already had partners- when