Amanda's POVLogan's threat resounded through my ears like a gong, making me freeze up. I wondered if I'd heard right, but I couldn't be mistaken. Logan just threatened to commit suicide, because of me. "Is this a fucking joke?!" I yelled at him, furious that he would say something like that. "Hello? Hello, Logan, I'm talking to you!"But all I got in response was the beeping sound as he ended the call. I stared at my phone, furious and amazed at the same time. "What's wrong? What did that bastard want?" Vanessa asked. I looked up at my laptop screen to see her adjusting on her bed, a worried look on her face. "Amanda?" She called out. "You look pale. What did he say to you?"I gave her a rundown of my conversation with Logan, and when I was done, a look of irritation clouded her features. "Really? That's his tactic now? That bastard is so freaking desperate! He's obviously bluffing." Vanessa hissed and relaxed once again. "And here I was thinking it was something serious."My eye
Amanda's POVI stared at Logan in shock, wondering what the hell he was saying. Was he intentionally trying to twist the truth into something more? I glared at him only to see a smirk on his face as he walked away. What an asshole! My fists clenched as I angrily watched him leave. He had done this on purpose! Now this, plus what he did to me last night, everything was pissing me off and making me wish I'd just listened to Vanessa last night. I should've just stayed home. But no, I had to run to his aid. And now he was intent on causing trouble for me. Meanwhile, the room had gone silent at Logan's words. I immediately turned to Quinn to explain, but his expression was unreadable and emotionless as usual. I wondered what he thought of all this. I was mortified, remembering that I'd even lied to him about where I really was last night. Now it had been exposed, and he probably saw me as a shameless woman who was still so desperate to be with her ex. I didn't want him to see me as ind
Amanda POVI spent the rest of my morning and a huge chunk of the afternoon working on the report that had been assigned to me. It seemed endless, as I spent almost four hours on each department, drafting out notes before finally typing out my review. I had known beforehand that this was a huge task, but nothing prepared me for just how serious and exerting it would be. By the time my alarm went off for lunch break, I was still on the review of the first department, trying to type out my report. "Shit," I swore under my breath, rubbing my forehead in exasperation. I had barely even begun writing my review and it was lunch time already.I wanted to scream. At this point my hope began to waver. How could I possibly finish the review of 24 departments in a space of three days?! This was just day one and I was nowhere near concluding the first department. I shook my head as I wondered what to do. This was the first job Quinn had given me despite the protest from the directors and execut
Amanda's POVMy fists clenched and unclenched in both anger and anxiety as I stood in front of Granny Maria and Logan's mother, thinking of how exactly I was going to get out of this situation. It was almost overwhelming, especially because I had been left to deal with this alone. Quinn had already retired to his room after Logan lied. He hadn't even looked back at me once, he had just abandoned me. I swallowed back a curse at that. I wanted to be angry at him but I knew it wasn't exactly his fault. Could I really blame him? After I lied to him about where I really was last night, he was probably finding it hard to trust me or believe anything I said. Maybe it had even made him resent me for seeming like a needy ex. I wished there was some way to explain things and iron things out with Quinn. But first I had to figure out how to get myself out of this. Right now, amidst all this confusion, there was only one person who could save me; and that was if Candace showed up. I prayed she
Quinn's POVIt took all the willpower and discipline I possessed to keep myself from punching Logan in the face after hearing him tell Amanda how much he enjoyed their time together at the club. Logan had been pissing me off for a long, long time, and destroying his face would have given me more joy than anything. But in all honesty, I was more disappointed in the fact that it might be true.And since Amanda had not denied his accusation, it showed that he wasn't lying. I had swallowed back everything I wanted to say, even cutting her off when she tried to give a flimsy explanation. It didn't matter to me, not at all. At least that was what I told myself. My entire day at work was spent wondering if Amanda truly went to the club to meet Logan because she wanted him back. Would she really go back to a man that hurt her this much? It was appalling to even think about! Not only had Logan hurt her, he had also disrespected her and made a fool out of her. So why the hell would she let he
Third povAs Amanda sat on her desk, face puckered in concentration and files sprawled all over, she couldn't shake the fear that she would not be able to complete the work Quinn had assigned to her. Atop the table was a tall stack of thick files from all the departments she had to review. So far, four of the files had been successfully reviewed, and were stacked in a corner of her desk. Although she knew that was progress, she wasn't too happy about it seeing that she still had twenty four departments left to go. And the work only got harder as she progressed. Amanda exhaled for the umpteenth time since the last hour and tugged on the collar of her shirt. She was so tired, but taking a break would draw her back too much. There were just a few minutes left till the office closed for the day, and Amanda was already regretting her promise to join Martha and the other secretaries tonight. This was not the time for any hangouts as she was already choked with work. Her plan for today had
Quinn's POVIt was 10pm by the time I'd finished with all my appointments for the day and returned home. The mansion was quiet when I pulled into the driveway, and I was thankful for that. I didn't have the time nor energy for another round of drama from Logan's mother. All I needed right now was a cold shower and a good night's sleep. I made my way to my bedroom, expecting to see Amanda, but she was not there, much to my surprise. At first I ignored that, telling myself that she could do whatever she wanted, and I didn't care. I undressed and hopped into the shower, taking my time to let the cool water wash away most of the stress from today. When I finally rounded up with that, Amanda was still not here. I checked my phone to see if I had missed any calls from her, but there was nothing. I got into bed and made myself comfortable, but all the tiredness had cleared from my eyes. I picked up my phone and made to dial her number, but I stopped myself at the last second. Why would I
Third Person POVAmanda sat on the edge of her bed shakily, her hands clutching her head. She had awakened about an hour ago, but still needed some time to pull herself together. Absent-mindedly, she walked to her dresser and picked up a cup of water which she drank greedily from. Afterwards she returned to the bed and bowed her head in thought. Her mind was still buzzing as she recounted everything Quinn had told her this morning. She couldn't believe that she had let herself fall into Martha's trap last night. Amanda wanted to smack herself for not listening to her instincts last night. She didn't want to accept that last shot the night before, but she had been coaxed by Martha and the directors. And when Quinn had told her of their plans, she'd shivered in fear. She said a silent prayer, thankful that their plans didn't succeed. Tears filled her eyes when she realized that her body would have been violated and abused last night had it not been for Quinn's intervention. She shut
Abigail sat in her office, her phone resting in her hand, the screen still glowing with Gabriel’s name in her inbox. The brief exchange weighed on her mind, stirring emotions she’d thought buried long ago. “Who are you texting?” Sarah asked, her tone casual but curious.Abigail hesitated, her thumb brushing against the phone’s edge before setting it down. “It’s Gabriel,” she admitted, her voice calm.Sarah’s demeanor shifted instantly as her expression hardened.“What does that motherfucker want now?” she snapped, her words laced with contempt.Abigail took a deep breath. “He almost died,” she began, her voice steady. “And I saved him.”Sarah’s reaction was swift and sharp. “You saved him?” she exclaimed, her disbelief apparent. “You should’ve let him die, Abigail. After everything he’s done, you should’ve walked away.”Abigail’s gaze dropped to her desk, her fingers idly tracing the wood grain. “He’s still Daniella’s father, Sarah,” she said quietly. “I couldn’t face my daughter
CASSIE I could not thank the stars enough for saving my ass earlier this morning, yet again. My heart was still pounding from the close call I'd had with Julia. Even now as I stood in my room alone, I muttered a prayer of thanks for the fact that I'd been able to escape that situation. I could only imagine the look on her face if she'd seen the text message. There was nothing I would be able to say or do in my defence. The secret would have been revealed in the worst way possible and my entire life would have changed in the blink of an eye. For the worst. "Thank goodness," I said aloud to no one in particular. Chills ran down my spine as I imagined all the scenarios in my head, all the possible things that might have happened if Julia saw that text from Tyre. She probably would have ripped my eyes out and had me arrested like she'd wanted to. I placed a hand on my chest as I sat down in bed and tried to take a breather. My life was already dramatic enough. This was not the time for
Amanda I tossed and turned in my bed the entire night, unable to sleep. All I could think about was the situation I'd found myself in. Through the night I had so many different thoughts, wondering how I was supposed to get out of this at all. It was enough to bring me to tears, but I struggled to keep at bay. What was the point of crying when it wouldn't solve anything? I needed to find a solution to this. The fact that Tyre did not even believe that I didn't have anything to do with the proposal was my biggest problem. If Tyre of all people didn't trust me then who would then trust me? I sighed repeatedly, burying my head into the pillow and trying not to scream in frustration. If there was a way to prove my innocence, then that would be solved. But no. There was nothing. There were already things being used against me namely the business card from Luke, and the wad of cash. Thinking of the card reminded me that the maid was still threatening me and despite the situation I was cur
AmadaI was still stunned by what happened between Tyre and I a few minutes ago. As I stood in the middle of the room, still in shock, I clenched my fists, feeling the anger bubble through my veins. I had actually been so scared when I saw Tyre like that. It was the first time I'd ever seen him so angry. I was trembling so badly, and I couldn't shake the feeling that he would have hit me if I attempted to push a little harder. That was highly annoying and terrifying. Tyre was literally about to explode at me, and it was all because of that girl, Camila. At this point, all of this shit was happening because of Camila. I couldn't believe Tyre had gripped me like that without caring if he would hurt me or not. Just because I'd said he should kick Camila out of the house. Had I done anything wrong? No, I had not. I was in the right. Camila had gone to meet Luke after all, so that obviously meant that they were together. What other proof did Tyre need?"Fuck this!" I yelled angrily into
AmandaLuke sprawled to the floor as my fist connected to his jaw. He writhed in pain briefly before jumping back up to his feet, glaring at me as though he had a million things he wanted to do to me. I mentally dared him to do something, to give me an excuse to beat him to a pulp. "What the hell?!" He yelled, wiping the blood that had begun to leak from his nostrils. "That is just the beginning of what is going to happen to you if you don't stay the hell away from Camila," I hissed at him. "Camila is mine. You get that? She belongs to me. I don't ever, and I mean ever, want to see you anywhere close to her again. Else I'll make you pay, I promise you that."Luke wiped his jaw and spat to the floor defiantly. "So this is about Camila? Really? Well, it seems you have forgotten that Camila is a person, a young woman. She does not belong to me. You make it sound like she's mere furniture in one of your mansions. She can't be owned by anyone because Camila isn't property you can stake a
AmandaI was fuming. I almost let out a scream of frustration as I barged into my room and banged the door shut behind me. I was so angry that for a second I found it difficult to relax and breathe. "That…that stupid bitch!" I screamed, my fists clenched. I wouldn't have thought it was possible to hate Camila more than I already did, but oh I was so wrong. With each passing day she kept infuriating even more. I wanted her gone as soon as possible. I needed her gone! All she did in this house was constitute a fucking nuisance. She was a hindrance, a waste of space, an excuse for a woman, a gold-digger…I swore loudly, biting down so hard on my lips that I tasted blood in my mouth. The list of all the things Camila was, was practically unending. I could go on and on about her sneaky and disgusting behaviour. The girl was so irritating! I knew I would never make progress with Tyre if she remained in this house or in our lives for that matter. And that was why I kept trying my best to
QuinnI climbed out of the car and headed straight for Jason's chambers. The guards at the door stopped me. "He's expecting me," I lied. "I called him already."They nodded and let me pass through. The main room was empty when I walked in, but I heard voices coming from the study. Surprised, I approached the door. But when I heard a familiar voice speak, it felt like I had been dunked in ice. "But when exactly, Jason? I've been patient enough," I heard Selene say. A million questions flooded my mind. What was Selene doing here?!"A little longer, sweetheart. Remember the doctor already confirmed that you cannot carry a pregnancy. I'm just waiting for that omega bitch, Kylie, to give birth to my heir. Once that's done, you will take the child. And then we can dispose of her, dump her in the trash where she truly belongs."My knees grew weak. I could not breathe. Suddenly the world began to spin and I got the overwhelming urge to throw up. No, no, no. This can't be happening to me.
AmandaMy heart pounded as I looked around my room, thoughts all over the place. I couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling that someone had been here. Have they reported me to Tyre already? If they have, he’s going to come in here any second now. The pillow and covers, they weren’t how I’d left them. And the window latch was in a different position. I tried to convince myself it was nothing, that I was only paranoid, but I couldn’t shake the fear off. Who would come into my room? And why? Just as I turned to check the closet, the door swung open. Tyre stepped in. Tyre, who usually wore an unreadable expression, was clearly fuming. Tonight is only getting worse by the hour. I instinctively took a step back, sensing that I was in trouble.“Where did you go?” he demanded, shutting the door quietly behind him. His gaze bore into mine, and I looked away. I opened my mouth, trying to summon an answer that might satisfy him, but he cut me off before I could say a word. “And don’t bother lyin
AmandaA cold shiver ran down Natasha’s spine as Vincent’s chilling words echoed in her mind. His threat to expose their marriage to Robert was a nightmare she couldn’t ignore. She squared her shoulders, attempting to appear bold, even though her voice betrayed her fear. “You won’t do such a thing, Vincent,” she said, her voice trembling. “You know I love him. Even before my parents forced me into marrying you, it was Robert I wanted. I never wanted to marry you, and you knew that.” She took a shaky breath. “So don’t blame me for finding ways to get you out of my life. That’s all I could do.”Vincent’s face twisted into a snarl, and before she could react, his hand was around her neck once more. His fingers pressed into her skin, cutting off her air. “Don’t play the victim here, Natasha,” he hissed, his voice low and menacing. “I’ve done my research. I know exactly how your family operates—taking down anyone in their way. You think I don’t know that my company’s downfall was your