Quinn's POVAs soon as the new day dawned and everything important was done with, I dressed up to leave. I had been discreetly observing Amanda since we got back from her mother's house yesterday to see how her mood was progressing. And when she'd barged into my room last night, I couldn't help but feel relieved to see her back to her normal self. I still had no idea why I'd been so bothered about her silence and tears yesterday, why my chest had tightened at the sight of her discomfort. It was unusual. Why…No. I shook the thoughts off. There was no need to dwell on that right now. I waved it off as concern for our contract arrangement and nothing more. If she wasn't in the best mood or if her head wasn't in the right place, she wouldn't do a satisfactory job, and that would be a waste of my money. Yes, that's why I was so bothered. With that, I tossed the thoughts aside and put on my suit jacket. Glancing briefly in the mirror, I ran a comb through my hair, and then sprayed a spla
Amanda's POV"Yes, Quinn McCullough speaking," I heard Quinn say into the speaker as he answered the call. He was silent for a while and then he frowned. "Right now? Who? Hm…alright then, I'm on my way."He ended the call and then veered off our track, making a turn in another direction. I waited a bit for him to tell me why we were no longer heading in the direction of the mansion, and where we were headed to now. But in true asshole fashion, he didn't offer any information. I glanced at him in hopes of catching his gaze, but it was useless. What the hell was actually wrong with this man? Was he always cold by default? Why didn't he ever bother to communicate? It was so darn annoying. Offended now, I cleared my throat loud enough for him to hear. "Will you at least tell me where we're going?" I asked. "You made a turn with no explanations whatsoever. I remember the plan was to head to the mansion, so where are we going?""I don't pay you to ask questions," he answered coldly. I gl
Amanda's POVAs I walked down to the conference room with my head held high and my face straight to exude confidence lest anyone questioned me, I knew I was treading on thin ice. Quinn had made it very clear that he did not want me there. And no matter how much of an asshole he could be, he was still the CEO of this company, and disobeying him might come with consequences. But I clenched my teeth and repeated my mantra in my head. I did not care. Whatever Quinn did, whatever he threatened to do. I did not care. Why should I? He seemed to have a problem with everything I did, so this would just be another one of those things. I didn't understand why he was so against me being at the meeting. Was it his way of infuriating me? Or did he really think my presence there would be useless? Either way it was pissing me off. How was he sure about that? Fine, I didn't have a lot of experience with Investments, business meetings and the likes, but I'd done my fair share of research, and was int
CHAPTER 49Quinn's POVI was going to kill her. I thought I had experienced the full extent of Amanda's annoying attitude. But I was wrong. I was so wrong. When she'd asked me earlier if she could join in on the meeting, I thought it was a huge joke. Just because I'd made her Director of Research, she considered herself one of the big guns now? It was laughable. Of course I was not going to invalidate her impressive resume, and the notable work she'd done at Seraphim Holdings in the past few years. But there was a level to her area of expertise. And meetings with potential investors were way above hers. So I did not take her seriously and ordered her to stay outside. I didn't think anything of it afterwards. All that occupied my mind was the meeting with Marcus Thompson. Seraphim Holdings had been trying to score a meeting with him for years to no avail. Once I took over the company, I tried a him. But they were all wrong. He was more laid-back than they made him out to be. He was v
Amanda's POVUh oh. That was my first thought when Quinn ordered Logan and the other directors to leave. I mentally prepared myself for his scolding because I knew there was no way he would let what I did slide. Knowing Quinn, he was seconds away from throwing me out himself when I'd asked Marcus Thompson for an audience to speak. I swallowed hard, trying to remain composed, at least outwardly. Inside I was still trembling. But it wasn't from fear of Quinn. Far from it actually. I was happy and excited because not only had Mr Thompson complimented me on my good business mind, he also agreed to invest ten million dollars into the company! That was amazing, and much more than I could have ever imagined. If we weren't in a corporate serious environment I probably would have screamed for joy. It was a relief that I hadn't actually made the wrong move. When I first had the idea, I wasn't sure whether to speak up. But I had studied all these documents weeks before in order to monitor the
Amanda's POVMy excitement carried on as I followed behind Quinn. He made a stop at his office to pick up some things, and I quickly decided to do the same. Being at that mansion could be so boring sometimes, and because of the wedding plans I hadn't been coming into work as much as I'd liked to. So I decided to pick up some work I could complete there. Being at the mansion was one thing, a different sort of torture with Logan and Candace. But being idle? That was a whole other thing. One mistake I would not make again. As soon as I got into my office and quickly but carefully began to pull out the documents of incomplete projects. I still had a report to write about the company's latest product, which I would have to submit to Quinn later on. Aside from that, he had also given me orders to continue my reports about each department of the company. And strangely, I'd been enjoying it despite the bulky workload. "Okay…I think that's all…" I said to myself as I double checked the docum
Amanda's POVOkay, Amanda, relax. Act normal. Don't make it obvious. I was saying to myself as Quinn led me outside. We were already out of Logan's sight and were walking down a hallway where there weren't a lot of people. And yet, we were still holding hands. Quinn hadn't let me go since then. It shouldn't be that hard to pull my hand away if I wanted to, but for some reason I did not want to. His hold was firm but gentle, it was comforting, it felt protective. There would be no problem if Quinn was actually my husband. But we were in a contract relationship. We didn't hold hands unless there was an audience, and Quinn had made that clear a lot of times. In fact, it was he who instantly yanked himself away after we were done pretending to be all lovey dovey. But something was different today. I didn't know what it was. Maybe it was the meeting and the fact that Quinn had agreed with me on something for the first time. But it was weird…in a good way. His touch was sending sizzles th
Quinn's POV I cursed under my breath at the sound of the knock on my door. Of all the times to ever come to my room, Granny Maria chose today. Right now. At this moment. I hissed again and faced Amanda who was looking panicked, much to my surprise. After the argument we'd had in the car, I expected her to act nonchalant in a situation like this. But surprisingly, she didn't.Was this her trademark quality of being 'a good person'? Probably. But I didn't buy the act. If we got caught in this lie somehow, it would mean losing out on the money and this wealthy lifestyle, so of course she was worried. I knew Amanda's type. She was just pretending to be different, but I could see right through it. "What are we going to do?" She asked, nudging me. "Should we just stay quiet and pretend not to be in?"I glared at her. "That's a brilliant plan," I answered sarcastically. "Was it our ghosts that walked past her in the living room on our way upstairs?"She frowned. "I'm just trying to help. B
QuinnRobert leaned back in his office chair, rubbing his temples as he stared at the spreadsheets displayed on his computer screen. The day had been long and riddled with minor frustrations, but he couldn’t afford to slow down. Just as he was about to focus on the next task, his phone buzzed. It was the receptionist.“Sir,” the receptionist said politely, “there’s someone here who wants to see you. He says it’s important.”Robert frowned, briefly glancing at the clock on his desk. He wasn’t expecting anyone. “Did he give his name?”“No, sir. He just said it concerns something you’d want to see.”After a moment of consideration, Robert sighed and straightened in his chair. “Fine. Send him in.”A few minutes later, the door opened, and a tall, middle-aged man in a crisp gray suit stepped in. His expression was neutral, professional, but there was a sharpness in his eyes that immediately caught Robert’s attention.It was his private investigator.“Good afternoon, sir,” the man greeted,
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