In a world masked with supernatural creatures, alliances and loyalties are tested when Amelie finds herself in a love triangle with the very man she was forced to marry. But the love triangle led to an imbroglio when she found herself at the mercy of the moon goddess with only one wish: Revenge. But thinking all was over, fate took a surprising turn on her when she found herself three years in her past life, and about to marry the very man responsible for her unfortunate end. Her wish has come true. And now, the battle line is drawn.
View MoreAmelies’ pov “Amelie Amelie” My name rang out from a distance but the voice, I've heard it before. It's a familiar voice. My feet sauntered down a slope but I couldn't see a damn thing. Thanks to the thick cloud that made my sight blurry. “Amelie Amelie,” The voice rang out again but still, no sign of anybody. I could feel my body descending down hill as I continued to saunter. The clouds were thicker at this end and I swung my hand every few seconds to clear the path. “Mom, is that you?” I recognized her shrill voice earlier and with the tall figure standing from the distance, I knew she was the one even though I hadn't seen her face. But she confirmed my doubts when she spread her arms open. Just like old times. I found myself wrapped in her arms for a few seconds and dad appeared from behind. But wait. My parents are dead, how the hell am I seeing them. “Mom, what's happening? How am I here?” My mom bore a smile on her face. “Not yet Amelie. Not yet. You have to go. Athen
Amelie pov What the hell I jerked backward to comprehend the sight. It wasn't a dream this time. It was real. Damn real. I had suspicions about the time they spent in each other's company but I never thought it would result to fucking. My thoughts flew back to the lady I saw at the entrance. I had thought her to be Arla but that was her sister, Sonia. And Arla was right before my eyes. With her back on the desk, her legs spread wide open as the man I called mate continued to ride in between. Books littered the entire floor and I guess they must have been shoved from the table during the whole thing. My eyes were teary. Arla continued to moan. My mate groaned each time he slid his shaft into her. But what surprised me was the way they kissed. Passion That's the one word that would describe what I saw. And for a while, I wondered if he ever felt anything towards me. Arla moaned louder when he increased the speed of thrust. My feet could barely hold my body. The way he kissed
Amelies’ POV So many things have happened to me since I breathed my first breath. I've been a slave, did the dishes and mop the floors. My entire life…well, you would be right to call it miserable. I've been through hell and misery but I've never been tortured. You may say hell is a form of torture but I've never been subjected to a chair and have volts of current pass through my body. Yes, that's what I meant by torture. And that's what happened three weeks ago. I screamed the whole time as I kept receiving volts of electric current to my body. My face wasn't left out. The thick palm did a pretty good job on my lips and cheeks. The fist was hard and terrible. I screamed but it wouldn't stop until they got what they wanted. My ears kept picking the words Who the hell are youWhat's your real name While I remembered my name to be Amelie in the midst of pain—I didn't know of any other name again—I knew nothing about the other question. All I knew was that I'm married to Artemis,
Amelies’ POV The clanking heels pierced through the silence but the blonde hair that dropped just below the shoulder made her the typical she-devil. She strolled, swaying her waist as she moved. The pair of heels stopped a few inches away from me. Trouble. "At least Tobias did his job this time. He would have been fired had you left," she mocked. My eyes caught the curly lips she made whenever she cursed. But I expect nothing less from a lady who got shipped out because of me. I deserved her harsh treatment—in a way. But I wouldn't pay attention to her.My eyes got hold of the other cooks, butlers and every other person helping to run the house, trooped in. I guess they were waiting for Arla the whole time, who now became a thorn on my flesh. "Quick question. Who the hell are you?" she asked, but I considered that a silly question. Do I need to remind her that she was in my home, and that I was married to the very man who ditched her? Of course not. I hissed and answered a few
Amelies’ POV Bad dreams.I couldn't keep count anymore. Maybe fifteen, twenty or twenty-five, I didn't know. But the one thing I knew for sure was that they always accompany my sleep.And today isn't an exception either. My breath became normal and my heart-beat seemed to be steady as I ground my ass on the bed. But my neck is something else. I rubbed with my palm to relieve the pain. And I always feel like this whenever I wake up, my neck sending pains through the rest of the entire body. Like I was strangled in a bad dream. Again, as expected, he is nowhere to be found. His side of the bed is untouched. Nobody ever laid on it. Artemis is the name of the man I'm talking about but his employees called him boss. But most importantly, he is the man I called husband even though he no longer deserves that title. And I have no choice but to call him husband because I was worth more in being married to him, than being enslaved to my adopted parents. Things weren't like this. At least n
Amelies’ POV Bad dreams.I couldn't keep count anymore. Maybe fifteen, twenty or twenty-five, I didn't know. But the one thing I knew for sure was that they always accompany my sleep.And today isn't an exception either. My breath became normal and my heart-beat seemed to be steady as I ground my ass on the bed. But my neck is something else. I rubbed with my palm to relieve the pain. And I always feel like this whenever I wake up, my neck sending pains through the rest of the entire body. Like I was strangled in a bad dream. Again, as expected, he is nowhere to be found. His side of the bed is untouched. Nobody ever laid on it. Artemis is the name of the man I'm talking about but his employees called him boss. But most importantly, he is the man I called husband even though he no longer deserves that title. And I have no choice but to call him husband because I was worth more in being married to him, than being enslaved to my adopted parents. Things weren't like this. At least n...
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