Amelia's POVI have come to realize that Pamela is a not-so-strong lady, medically. Maybe she is medically strong. She probably did not treat herself too well before coming to work at the mansion due to lack of funds. Pamela had fallen ill days after the night Ethan and I talked about his visit to the hospital. Tye came over to the house to have her blood samples, he complained that he needs the sample for a good medicine prescription when I asked if Pam is pregnant."I need to know what exactly is wrong and how strong it has become in her system, Mrs. Blackwood," Tye explained when I asked him the question ."Are you saying you can't predict pregnancy right now?" I pestered and he shook his head, "these are also signs of pregnancy but I still doubt she is pregnant. Does she go out?"Does she even go out? I asked myself, shaking my head as an answer. The mall is the only place she visits to purchase stuff for the house, salad, especially. What if she visits a man on her way bac
Ethan's POV"Would you want to go to Spain and have a boutique ?" I asked one weekend. The both of us were seated outside the house in the veranda, glasses of juice were placed on the table. "What did you say?" The confused woman turned to ask me, Pamela had left for the mall to purchase something quickly and I took the opportunity to pop my question."Would you want to have a boutique in Spain, Amelia Blackwood?" I asked again, adding her names as honorifics to the statement. She still had a confused look on her face, unsure of what to say."A boutique in Spain?""Yes, Amelia. What do you think?" "We didn't sign up for this, either. Did we?" She said, stuttering with her words. All I did was smile, nod my head and say, "I know.""I am only supposed to bear you a son while you help me with my revenge mission, isn't it?" She asked again and I smiled before nodding, "I know, Amelia." "Why are you being too nice?" She asked this time, the woman totally forgot she was sipping juice
Amelia's POVAt first, when Ethan asked if I would love to have a boutique in Spain, I thought I did not hear him well. And when I was finally sure I heard him clearly, I thought it was some joke to get my attention. The month of April passed months ago and it looked very real after some time. I remember I had several stutters before coming up with the answer to all of his questions. The dreams I once had as a young lady years back are beginning to become reality, it all looks like it will manifest already, it told me in my ears, "give me some time and see for yourself what will happen." Of course, I am willing to give it some time. I had lost faith in my dreams months back, even when the contract between Ethan and I was signed, it still did not change anything, not one bit. Ethan is a good man, I finally told myself after the conversation with him, I finally admitted he is a selfless person, too, what type of man does things outside the wedding contract? Good things, things th
Luke's POVIsabella and I are into a relationship, finally. Some of the men from the bar are aware of my relationship with her, including the barman that serves me drinks anytime I visit.If we are ever going to meet, it is always at the bar, until recently when I visited her at the house, making a mistake I never planned to make.It was the weekend and work free day, Isabella and I had an appointment and I was left with no choice than to lie to Scarlett, "we have clothings to deliver, baby," I told her that morning when we woke up."On a weekend?" She cried, running into my arms. "Not this morning," I said on second thought. What will I be doing at Isabella's house throughout the day? We will meet by evening, I told myself, holding Scarlett closer to my chest. It did not take long for her to buy my words, "I will make your favourite meal for dinner," she promised, planting a kiss on my lips and I did not waste time in kissing her, taking it to another level of steamy sex with Is
Luke's POVIsabella joined me on the bed and the next minute, we were naked and under the duvet. I slid into her in seconds, she moaned loudly, unlike Scarlett that moans very softly."Ah!" She called my name, I came out of her and thrust in again, causing a louder moan to escape her lips."Say my name," I instructed her and she gasped for some time before my name escaped her lips. "L_u_k_e," she stuttered and I smiled.We stayed in a position for sometime, unmoving. I jerked off from her and spilled my liquid on the floor, Isabella smiled, she was satisfied with a job well done and I was happy to see satisfaction written on her face. "Thank you," she muttered, managing to sit up, she squatted on the bed, beside me and I looked at the wall clock. "10PM," I cried, looking at Isabella's face, Scarlett would eat me raw, I imagined, visualising her screams and yelling when I got back to the house."You are the man of the house, remember?" The woman teased and I nodded. Of course, I can
Scarlett's POVI don't know what has happened, and I can not place my hands on whatever has happened. Luke, himself, had told me himself and his Boss, they don't work on Sundays the first month into our wedding and it is the truth.How did they work last Sunday, from morning until evening time? It is beginning to hurt me that I can't reach out to his Boss, a man Luke spoke to over the phone, severally, almost everyday. He did not make any calls before leaving the house as usual, nor did he take much with him the usual file except an ordinary purse and this never happened whenever he was prepared to leave for work. I stayed back at the veranda, thinking of a good way to get the truth from Luke for myself and by myself. But, then, I realized how dumb I was. How can I not know where and who exactly my husband works with? What if he is some thief or gangster that punishes citizens of the state, even the country as a whole?No, I shrugged off those thoughts that raced in my head and mi
Amelia's POV"Shhh," he said in my ears, I moved to the rhythm, allowing him to penetrate while I wallowed in the new heaven I was carried to. **FlashbackIt was a Sunday, the beginning of another week. Pamela went to church alone, I asked that the driver take her, giving her one of my cellphones to use when the service ended. It ended and she called the driver to come pick her up again. Getting back to the house, lunch was prepared_white rice and vegetable sauce, it was Ethan's suggestion and I didn't mind granting him a small favour on a Sunday afternoon.We dined outside the apartment, under an orchard tree that grows in the compound. Pamela took more than her normal quantity of food, telling me how sweet the sauce is. "Ma," she called and I looked up to her from where I sat."Can we make this some other time, even without uncle asking for it?" She begged and I nodded, "ofcourse." The doctor himself adviced I and Pamela to take more vegetables than snacky meals, and more water th
Amelia's POVI woke up at a later time than normal the next morning after the moment with Ethan. It was a hot morning at the house, the sun shone at me directly through the curtains that hung on the windows. When I turned on the bed, I opened my eyes to see Ethan had left for work. I beeped Pamela from my room and she was in my room the next moment."Ma?" She called when she walked in. I was careful enough to cover myself and the whole bed with the duvet, just in case there were stains that should not be seen. I don't know, but my instincts asked me to. "Good morning, Pam," I greeted back and Pamela sat on the couch opposite from the bed, "you beeped me, ma.""Has Ethan left for work?" I asked and she nodded, "he refused to have breakfast," she answered. It is a normal thing, I thought to myself, smiling. Good sex, it can make a man forget he is hungry, even after twenty-four hours. "Is there something I can help you with?" Pamela asked, bringing me back from my own world of though