Chapter 4

six years later.

Quinn

The piles of work on my desk were countless. I had to instruct my secretary not to allow anyone inside my office for the day. But a few minutes later, my grandfather barged in.

"Did you tell her not to let me in?"

"Not specifically you; everyone else." I said, hating the fact that he had come at the wrong time and now I had to give my maximum attention to whatever he had to say.

"Get up..."

"From where?"

"My seat!. "This is my company, isn't it?"

"Must you really do this every time?"

"Yes, I must. "Courtesy demands it."

"To hell with courtesy," I murmured to myself anyways I still stood up for him to sit. I sat across the other end like a visitor and wondered what must have brought him all the way here.

Grandpa and I were very close. He literally raised me and would never explain to me that I never had parents like other normal children. Rather, he will claim that "I am abnormal."

I now know why he is here, as usual, to remind me that it's time I forget about my first wife and move on.

"Look, you must take Amelia Jackson as a wife. "I will only have her as my daughter-in-law."

"Why Amelia?" I asked.

"You know who she is?"

Who doesn't know Amelia Jackson, the famous movie star who had mostly male fans because of the kind of role she plays? I didn't say that so loudly for Grandpa to hear. He would only want me to watch things that would help the company and strengthen our secret Mafia business.

"It's been six years already." "Are you still going to keep quiet and ignore me whenever I bring it up for you to take a new wife, huh?"

"No... It's not like that. I have really gotten over Celine. "I swear," I said confidently.

All these years, I have been busy secretly searching for the lady I lavished in the dark in my drunken state at the clubhouse. I am sure my drink was laced; I could swear that I can hold my liquor to some extent. I wanted to find her and maybe apologize and compensate her for my actions. I never hurt women. That's the rule Grandpa guided his Mafia group with. He said he had his reasons. I don't know whether his "Never hurt women" included their emotions as well. if it does then...

"You know when my wife..."

"Grandfather, please, can you spare me the story about you and grandmother?" I didn't even get the slightest chance to hear about my own parents. Moreover, you can leave I have tons of work to do.

Just then my phone rang, and, seeing the caller, I didn't wait for it to ring a second time before I clicked the green button.

"Sir... "We have found the lady; she went to price your bracelet but hasn't exchanged it yet."

"Send the address to me," I ordered as a string of hope struck my heart. I wondered why she had held that for years without even trying to sell it. Something that's worth millions of dollars. That bracelet was given to me by my grandfather. I had to lie to him a few times.

I got the address immediately and stood up to leave.

"Are you ignoring me?"

Damn! I almost forgot that Grandpa is here.

"I have heard what you said; I need to get somewhere; don't worry, I will marry whoever you insist," I said, banging the door behind me. Soon enough, I got to the address that was sent to me. and disappointed that I only met a middle-aged man. She was gone already.

"How does she look like?" "Can you make a description? My artist will try to draw something." I asked the man bluntly, but he complained of having an eye issue and not with his glasses when the lady came in. It was so obvious that he was lying. He probably thought that I was after the bracelet.

I went back to the car, because, as much as it was dangerous to walk around at that time of the day, I knew I still had to look for her, for the lady that was screaming under me that very night. I regretted drinking that very night as well; not only did my beloved wife pass away that very day, I also had a steamy night with a stranger. The guilt has been eating at me deeply. Who the heck was she, and why is it so hard to find just some random girl?

"Sir, Mr. Molly has made some reservations for you to talk with Amelia Jackson. "At her home"

I nodded. I almost forgot the kinds of things Grandpa could do. In haste, I promised him to marry Amelia. I wonder why he made those sentences—was he trying to be clingy?

I got back to the car, and my assistant Matteo drove me straight to Amelia's not-so-shabby apartment. I knocked on the third door on my left, according to the address Grandpa had sent me. The door was opened by three handsome young boys. They all stared at me curiously.

"Who is your mother?" I couldn't help but ask those. lovely boys with a striking resemblance.

"Welcome daddy, " they all echoed, with smiles all over their handsome faces. The trio wrapped themselves around my legs, happily giggling.