Amanda's POVAll the anger and embarrassment I'd been feeling was instantly drained when I heard Quinn's words. I looked straight at him to know if he was being serious, but as usual, his expression was cold as ice. "M-My mother?" I repeated, to be sure I'd heard right. "Are you deaf, or just daft?"I shrunk back. Normally I would have flared up at his tone, but right now I was just so disoriented. "Quinn, please, I think it is best if we leave my mother out of this, please. You know what happened the last time we were at the house. She doesn't like this one bit. And ever since I've been going to visit her at the house, she never lets me in. Do you really think she's going to attend the wedding?""She will, once you convince her. So, do as I've said. I don't want to hear any argument from you," he commanded sternly. "Quinn, please!" But he wasn't listening. He had already walked out of the room. I stood there, frozen, and wondering how I was going to get out of this mess. The imag
Amanda's POVI'd never jumped to my feet faster than I did when I heard Candace's accusations. I was still staring at her in shock, daring her to lie again. But she didn't seem guilty one bit. Instead, she continued to cry loudly. "What?!" Mrs Rosalina yelled, turning to face me. She looked so angry that I Instinctively took a step back. "I didn't push you, Candace, and you know it. Maybe you should stop lying and actually tell them what really happened," I said calmly. "You pushed me!" She screamed, holding onto Logan. "I was just walking past when she attacked me. She accused me of being a boyfriend snatcher, and then she slapped me! I tried to reason with her but she started calling me names and then pushed me to the floor saying she hopes my baby gets harmed!"My eyes widened at the lies. "That's not true!"But Mrs Rosalina had already sparked up. "Oh, shut up! I'm not even surprised that you could do something so appaling. Haven't you done enough already? You're trying to harm
Amanda's POVI continued to mutter under my breath as I drove out of the premises. For some reason, I felt hurt that he actually didn't care where I was going. So much for being a husband. I hissed under my breath. "He's not actually your husband, Amanda," I said aloud to myself. I tried to remind myself that I was just another employee to him and nothing more. Of course, he didn't care about me. I didn't care about him either, so we were even. I quickly shoved all these thoughts out of my mind and concentrated on driving to my mother's house. Being on the familiar road was making me nostalgic and fearful. But I was still about thirty minutes away from the house, so I wasn't worried. I turned on the radio and concentrated on driving. It was when I took the first turn that I noticed a black car following close behind me. A frown creased my forehead, as I recalled seeing this same car a while ago. Was I being followed? I wondered. My eyes stayed on the rearview mirror and I saw the c
Amanda's POV"Quinn…" I breathed, feeling like there was something stuck in my throat. I stared at his tall frame as he advanced through the door. "What…what are you doing here?" My mother looked surprised as well, but as soon as she recognized him, a scowl crossed her features. "And who gave you permission to step foot into my house?!" She demanded. Her harsh words brought me back to the reality of what I came here for in the first place, and I quickly rushed to her. "Mom, please, just give me a chance to explain.""No, Amanda," Quinn cut in. "It's high time you drop the act. I'm sick and tired of all this. Your mother needs to know the truth. And if you don't tell her, I will."I stared at him, my eyes pleading. "Quinn…"His expression hardened. "Are you doing it, or should I?"My mother looked confused, her eyes darting between the two of us. "What are you talking about? What's going on here?""I-It's nothing,Momm," I stuttered. I heard Quinn hiss irritably before walking forward
Quinn's POVI kept my eyes straight on the road, restricting myself from glancing over at Amanda, lest I see the tears pooling in her eyes. She, in turn, kept her eyes glued to the window, avoiding my gaze as much as possible. An unusual silence hung in the air between us, neither of us bothering to break it. For some reason I couldn't place my finger on it, I was pissed. Again, I wasn't exactly sure what was making me so angry. All I knew was that it was uncomfortable seeing Amanda in this situation. I wrote it off as annoyance at her cries. That's all it was. So why did I have this overwhelming urge to protect her and stop the tears she desperately tried to hide? My jaw clenched as I redirected my eyes to the road. No. I didn't give a fuck about her. Our contract marriage had nothing to do with her money. My only work there was to clear their debts and then pay Amanda for the job. Who cares if it brought tension between mother and daughter? It was none of my business. She could cry
Amanda's POVBefore my eyes fluttered open, I already knew they were swollen. They were heavy, and it hurt when I attempted to open them. I groaned as I struggled to push myself up from the position I'd been sleeping in. My mouth felt so dry that I found myself climbing out of the bed. Luckily, there was a glass on water on the bedside table. I gulped everything down at once and put the glass back before returning back to the bed. I felt like shit. I guess that was what hours of crying did to you. I couldn't even remember how and when I'd fallen asleep. I just knew that one minute I was sobbing and feeling miserable, and the next I was awakening from deep slumber. Sighing, I rubbed the back of my neck and leaned against the bed, closing my eyes. Thinking about it brought back the memory of what had happened at my mother's house. Instinctively, I picked up my phone and clicked on my call log, still feeling stupid hope flutter in my chest. Maybe she had called me, and I'd missed it bec
Amanda's POVI was still staring down at my body in surprise. Did I sleep so deeply that I didn't remember changing out of my dress? No, that wasn't possible. "I see, you two had some fun, huh?" Vanessa asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. "No! It's not what you think, I swear. Nothing happened between us."Vanessa only laughed like she didn't believe me, and I wanted to slap myself for blushing so much. "I'm serious. Nothing happened.""Then why are you wearing his shirt? And how don't you remember changing into it? That's weird if you ask me. Unless, you were so exhausted after you two had sex that you didn't remember."My eyes widened and I quickly reduced the volume of my speaker. "Vanessa!" I hissed. "What is your problem? You know Quinn is still in this house now right? What if he hears you saying this nonsense. We did not have sex. We didn't.""Hmph, if you say so. Fine, I believe you. But don't act like having sex with that delicious hunk of a man is a bad idea."I roll
Amanda's POVQuinn was dripping wet. He was walking out of the bathroom, water dripping down his chest, and a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. I felt like I was in a trance. My breath hitched and I found it hard to breathe. I drank in the rare sight of his bare chest, his strong firm muscles rippling through, shiny through the droplets of water. I didn't even need a touch test to know that his abs were rock hard. Damn. I didn't mean to stare, but I couldn't help it. And in this moment, I couldn't even deny that despite how arrogant and infuriating he was, Quinn was fit. His body was magnificent. It was no wonder that women were constantly drooling over him. I stared at him stupidly, forgetting why I was even here in the first place. "Do you need something?" His cold voice knocked me out of my reverie. "Or are you content just staring at me.""I wasn't staring!" I bit back. It might just be my imagination but I could've sworn I saw his lips twitch. But no. That wasn't possible
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