Amanda's POVThe moment Miranda walked into the room, a strange feeling hung in the air. It wasn’t just her striking beauty. It was everything about her. The ideal woman. Miranda was tall, poised, with a confidence that made her hard to ignore. She seemed like the type of woman that heads turned for whenever she walked into a room.I could see it in the way Quinn's entire demeanor shifted when she walked in. He wasn’t cold or indifferent, like he usually was with people he didn’t care about. He was... affected. They had a serious history, and I want to find out what is. What is special about this woman? What was special about their connection that even Quinn seems affected.I was filled with so much envy. I started feeling less than. Her sharp gaze scanned the room, landing briefly on me, before drifting back to him. “Quinn,” she said with a small, almost teasing smile. “Still just as charming as ever. How have you been all these years? I’m sure you’ve missed me, hmm?” She winks and n
Quinn's POVI was so shocked that I couldn't believe what was happening right now. If anyone told me I would ever see Miranda again, I would have called them a liar. Seeing her walk through the doors sent a jolt of shock through my entire being. It was the last thing I ever expected, and she was the last person I ever expected to see. It felt like seeing a ghost, like watching an old part of your life just come back in so suddenly. For a second I couldn't do anything other than just stare at her in shock. I was startled, unsettled, surprised, a bit pleased….as a matter of fact I was feeling so many emotions at a time that I couldn't put my finger on it. I tried to remember the last time I ever saw Miranda and it seemed like such a long time ago. When she'd begun to talk, I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to understand what this was about. So I grabbed her arm and led her out of the room, dragging her down to another part of the house where we could be alone. And now as we stood
Amanda's POVMy mind reeled back to the girl. Miranda. That was her name, he called her when she arrived. The pure look of astonishment and pleasant surprise was an image that was hard to put out. And not to talk the way he pulled out of the meeting.My gaze drifted back to my duffel bag by the door and I remembered my pre-plan of getting away. That didn’t seem to bother Quinn anymore. He had been so intent on stopping me before but as soon as this girl arrived, he seemed to have forgotten all about it. I waited for long before I shot up from the chair where I sat, staring at the door. Half expecting to open to a pair of green eyes and stoic face.The thought irked me and a temporal shudder ran down my spine. My duffel bag was still where I kept it. Quinn didn’t come back after a while and I couldn’t help but ponder if the contract still mattered to him now that his ex was back.His supposedly hot ex that he couldn’t be with was back. Now that his father was dead, would he go after he
Quinn’s POV Amanda was strange in all the best way possible. She didn’t always do what I expected her to do. The only reason I wanted to go to the party was because I’d thought she would be going but it turned out to be she didn’t want to go.It was an intrusive thought, but I imagined how lovely Amanda would look all dressed up. She was beautiful, obviously. But the sheer thought of seeing her in a long lovely dress that showed all her curves, sitting in all the right places made me twitch.Furthermore, why hadn’t she rebuffed me when I called her a prostitute. Following the normal human reaction, she would have thrown a fit and called me out. But she did neither.Maybe she was exactly just that, a slut. There was no need to cause a fuss when it was, as a matter of fact, true…Or, she just didn’t have the energy proving to you that your intuition of her was wrong. A voice chipped in.It wasn’t just an intuition. My personal investigator had confirmed it. But why did I care? I shoul
Amanda’s POV Just as I’d expected, both of them were together. It would look as though they couldn’t spend time apart. I mean she just arrived and they were found in the same place.They were here parading around. And Quinn encouraged it even after knowing that we were married even if it was just on papers.The more I thought of it, the more it irked me. Did he not care for the contract? Did he not care what the press would publish when they saw them together? Right after granny gave a specific warning to keep away from drama and anything that would land us in the media house and make headlines. How did he become so reckless?Love! The words tasted so bitter in my tongue that I almost puked.Quinn and I locked eyes. He was about to dive into the water. My eyes darted to a splashing Miranda in the water, gasping for air. If she couldn’t swim, why then, did she get in the water. I eyed her in the pool splashing and yelling out to Quinn.Everyone just stopped and stared. Why did no o
Amanda’s POV I watched him with a stunned silence. A retort danced on the tip of my tongue but I bit back on it. Rather I smiled sweetly and side stepped for his ex lover to join us.Miranda meandered her way to us. I was beginning to believe the girl did not have any decent clothes in a wardrobe.She wore a sleeveless short gown that stopped just before her knee. Her hair was packed up into a neat bun. I couldn’t help but think that she was endowed with good features.I scoffed and rolled my eyes.We were shown to a table for three. Three chairs went around a circular table that sat in the middle. Reaching the spot that had been chosen for us, Quinn pulled out a chair for Miranda to sit on.She flashed him a very sweet smile and muttered, “thank you.” She said in a sniveling tone. He offered her a clip nod with a side smile.What the hell?Just before he sat, our gaze brushed the slightest bit before it darted to a beaming Miranda.“Oh, Quinn, you’re still the gentleman that I knew
Amanda’s POV As I woke up I tried to shake off the strange feeling from yesterday. The embarrassment still tasted in my tongue like it was today and I cringed remembering how jealous I was. Over Quinn.Today was a new day and with a new day came new possibilities and a chance to start anew, putting yesterday behind like it never happened. Which should not have.I had a quick shower, opened the curtains to let the sun rays from outside escape into the room. Arranged my room and changed into some comfy clothes— a grey sweatpants and a black sweatshirt. Taking a brief look at myself in the long length mirror I heaved a sigh of relief. “Yes, Amanda, you have nothing to be ashamed of. It’s not like you did anything.” I nodded, agreeing. It wasn’t as if I’d emptied the wine on her like I imagined. So I’m good.I was going to try to avoid them and not stuff my face in their business. Nothing could spoil this day, not even Quinn’s ex-lover.But just as I opened the door to my room to step o
Quinn’s POVI stared at the police officers, my brows drawn. “You meant all the CCTV cameras were wiped off?” I asked as though I hadn’t heard him perfectly when he said it the first time.“Yes.” The police officer answered gravely. He also seemed to be disappointed and furious at the outcome. I could imagine how it looked on them; one word, incompetent.I stared at the computer screen before me. Confirming what the police officer had just said. “So there’s no way to get the people that attacked me?”“It would seem so, Mr. Quinn.” Answered the police officer. “Here.” He pointed at the camera footage and time and then provided a photo from his pocket. “The footage from 1pm was deleted. Not only that, the hard drive of the surveillance cameras are missing from that day.” He further explained.I stared at the jump in time. There was surveillance footage from 8am to 12pm but there was nothing after that. The next time started by 4pm. A whole three hours missing.“And there’s no way we can
Gabriel reached his car, his hand hovering over the door handle as the sound of passing cars filled the evening air. He hesitated, his mind replaying the brief but tense interaction with Abigail inside the restaurant and the call he just received about his missing son.Leaving without a word felt wrong—cowardly even. After all, she had made time to meet him, however begrudgingly. With a deep sigh, he turned back, his shoes clicking against the pavement as he retraced his steps to the restaurant.Inside, Abigail sat at the table, her posture straight, her expression impassive as she stirred her drink absently. She didn’t look up immediately when Gabriel approached, but the faint narrowing of her eyes signaled that she was aware of his presence.“I need to leave,” Gabriel said abruptly, his voice strained with urgency.Abigail set her glass down and leaned back, her gaze finally meeting his. “What’s the problem this time?”“My son has gone missing,” Gabriel admitted, his tone sharp with
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
Amanda’s POV My eyes never seemed to get enough of the feed. My phone was buzzing with new pictures and write ups. Different bloggers carrying the news and rephrasing it in some twisted and enticing way.“Hello, Vanessa?” I called into the phone, shock drowning my voice.“Well hello girl, have you seen it?”“Yeah. It would be hard not to see it.” Some string of curses followed suit as I swiped up, not having enough of it. By the end of today this would be the most searched thing on the web.“Who did you think made such a post?” I quizzed, squinting to read some comments.“Girl, is that what you are concerned about right now?” I imagined her brows furrowed, her incredible eyes squinting at me as if to understand my words.“Shouldn’t I be?” I asked.“Girl!” She shrieked, “someone is trying to take your man and that’s what you are concerned about? Who made the post? Get serious with me.”I inhaled. “He is not my man, Vanessa.” She had this idea in her head that we were in love, too many
Quinn’s POVI stared at the police officers, my brows drawn. “You meant all the CCTV cameras were wiped off?” I asked as though I hadn’t heard him perfectly when he said it the first time.“Yes.” The police officer answered gravely. He also seemed to be disappointed and furious at the outcome. I could imagine how it looked on them; one word, incompetent.I stared at the computer screen before me. Confirming what the police officer had just said. “So there’s no way to get the people that attacked me?”“It would seem so, Mr. Quinn.” Answered the police officer. “Here.” He pointed at the camera footage and time and then provided a photo from his pocket. “The footage from 1pm was deleted. Not only that, the hard drive of the surveillance cameras are missing from that day.” He further explained.I stared at the jump in time. There was surveillance footage from 8am to 12pm but there was nothing after that. The next time started by 4pm. A whole three hours missing.“And there’s no way we can
Amanda’s POV As I woke up I tried to shake off the strange feeling from yesterday. The embarrassment still tasted in my tongue like it was today and I cringed remembering how jealous I was. Over Quinn.Today was a new day and with a new day came new possibilities and a chance to start anew, putting yesterday behind like it never happened. Which should not have.I had a quick shower, opened the curtains to let the sun rays from outside escape into the room. Arranged my room and changed into some comfy clothes— a grey sweatpants and a black sweatshirt. Taking a brief look at myself in the long length mirror I heaved a sigh of relief. “Yes, Amanda, you have nothing to be ashamed of. It’s not like you did anything.” I nodded, agreeing. It wasn’t as if I’d emptied the wine on her like I imagined. So I’m good.I was going to try to avoid them and not stuff my face in their business. Nothing could spoil this day, not even Quinn’s ex-lover.But just as I opened the door to my room to step o
Amanda’s POV I watched him with a stunned silence. A retort danced on the tip of my tongue but I bit back on it. Rather I smiled sweetly and side stepped for his ex lover to join us.Miranda meandered her way to us. I was beginning to believe the girl did not have any decent clothes in a wardrobe.She wore a sleeveless short gown that stopped just before her knee. Her hair was packed up into a neat bun. I couldn’t help but think that she was endowed with good features.I scoffed and rolled my eyes.We were shown to a table for three. Three chairs went around a circular table that sat in the middle. Reaching the spot that had been chosen for us, Quinn pulled out a chair for Miranda to sit on.She flashed him a very sweet smile and muttered, “thank you.” She said in a sniveling tone. He offered her a clip nod with a side smile.What the hell?Just before he sat, our gaze brushed the slightest bit before it darted to a beaming Miranda.“Oh, Quinn, you’re still the gentleman that I knew
Amanda’s POV Just as I’d expected, both of them were together. It would look as though they couldn’t spend time apart. I mean she just arrived and they were found in the same place.They were here parading around. And Quinn encouraged it even after knowing that we were married even if it was just on papers.The more I thought of it, the more it irked me. Did he not care for the contract? Did he not care what the press would publish when they saw them together? Right after granny gave a specific warning to keep away from drama and anything that would land us in the media house and make headlines. How did he become so reckless?Love! The words tasted so bitter in my tongue that I almost puked.Quinn and I locked eyes. He was about to dive into the water. My eyes darted to a splashing Miranda in the water, gasping for air. If she couldn’t swim, why then, did she get in the water. I eyed her in the pool splashing and yelling out to Quinn.Everyone just stopped and stared. Why did no o
Quinn’s POV Amanda was strange in all the best way possible. She didn’t always do what I expected her to do. The only reason I wanted to go to the party was because I’d thought she would be going but it turned out to be she didn’t want to go.It was an intrusive thought, but I imagined how lovely Amanda would look all dressed up. She was beautiful, obviously. But the sheer thought of seeing her in a long lovely dress that showed all her curves, sitting in all the right places made me twitch.Furthermore, why hadn’t she rebuffed me when I called her a prostitute. Following the normal human reaction, she would have thrown a fit and called me out. But she did neither.Maybe she was exactly just that, a slut. There was no need to cause a fuss when it was, as a matter of fact, true…Or, she just didn’t have the energy proving to you that your intuition of her was wrong. A voice chipped in.It wasn’t just an intuition. My personal investigator had confirmed it. But why did I care? I shoul