Amy sat opposite Reynolds on the private jet which belonged to the Bennet family. Reynolds was immersed in whatever he was doing on his tablet that he had not even spared her a glance ever since they got on the plane. Unlike him, Amy did not know what to do to keep her busy. Her phone had died so she had put it on charge. She didn't like to use it whiles it charged. She had read somewhere that it was unhealthy. Her mind suddenly wandered to how they would spend the night. Though to both of them this marriage was just a mere contract, would he ask that she performed her wifely duties? She shook her head at that. Reynolds wasn't that kind of man. She could tell that much. But would they have to sleep on the same bed because that would be very uncomfortable for her. She had never shared a bed with anyone. She only hoped his father had booked a room with a separate bed. Maybe if she was lucky she would get a separate room. What was she thinking? His father would not book a separate roo
Amy was finishing up her breakfast when she heard the water stop running in the bathroom. She wiped her mouth with the napkin and stood up. She moved to the large closet and opened it. Seeing as Reynolds had ordered food for her this morning, he must've ordered them to unpack their bags and arrange their clothes in the closet. That was thoughtful of him and she was grateful. Living out of her suitcases was already becoming a thorn in the flesh. Her face turned red as she imagined that the workers must've seen those flimsy nightwears. She chose a pair of white heels to match her top. She closed the closet and watched as Reynolds got out from the bathroom. Amy was astounded by how a man could look that good in anything he wore. Reynolds was devastatingly handsome. He was dressed in a blue button down and a pair of jeans. He wore a casual outfit better than most models did on the runway. He walked to the closet where she stood. He opened his side and picked out an Armani watch. He put
Amy did her best to hold in her laughter. The whole situation was hilarious. She had expected her day to be eventful but she hadn't expected it to begin the way it did. She just hoped Reynolds was not aggravated enough to back out from showing her around. "You sure must find that funny as she took a liking to you and not me." Reynolds said and that was when Amy realized she was grinning widely. So much for reigning her laughter in. "She definitely didn't like you," she giggled. The old woman definitely did not like him,given that she had taken her granddaughter's scolding better than she had Reynolds'. "We'll visit Parfumerie Fragonard first as that is closer. Shall we?" He asked. Amy noticed the impeccable way he pronounced the French words. "Yes, we shall." She was more than happy that the previous happenings had not made him change his mind about touring the place together. They walked for a short distance till they reached a building with 'Parfumerie Fragonard' written boldly on
"Thanks for showing me around today," Amy flashed him a grateful smile. They had just arrived from their tour. Amy was spent and delighted. She felt fulfilled from the day's activities. From the start of the day when they encountered the old lady, she knew she'd have a good time the rest of the day. "Glad I could be of help," Reynolds answered. "As we have a few more days to spend, is there anything else you'd like to do?" He asked. In her entire life no one asked her what she wanted. But with Reynolds, it was like he knew what she wanted. And it made her stomach flutter and her heart beat rapidly. "If there is an amusement park around, I'd like to visit," she replied.Hopefully there was one here in Grasse. She had never been to an amusement park. Not even when she was a child. It had been a pain to hear as a kid when her classmates talked about visiting amusement parks with their families. Her dad claimed it was no place for a young lady of her status and class. And besides she h
Amy was hurt. Just when she thought things were going well between them,Reynolds had gone and abandoned her. It shouldn't be a biggie that he chose work over her right? But it did. Which made her aggravated. She was so annoyed that she could punch her pillow. She didn't understand why she was mad at him. He didn't owe her any responsibility. Given as their marriage was real just in name, gave him the freedom to do whatever he wanted so why was she bothered. She was stressed by overthinking things. This was one of the days she needed her sleeping mask. She remembered she had spotted one in her bag when she went through it. She got out of bed and went to the closet. She went through her side of the closet ignoring the fact that Reynolds' clothes were right beside hers. She looked through the drawers until she spotted her pink sleeping mask. She was thankful her mom had packed that even though she knew she rarely wore it to bed. She picked it up and ran her fingers on the silky smooth
Amy was bored out of her wits the next day. She did not want to tour the city again. Not that she wasn't having a good time in the city but rather she found herself missing her country. She didn't want to go to bed alone anymore in a place she barely knew anyone.She sat leg crossed on the hotel bed and stretched her hand to reach for her phone from the nightstand. Instead of calling Reynolds, she called her assistant, Jane. "Hello ma'am," Jane answered on the first ring. "Hello Jane. Can you book me a flight right now to New York?" Amy asked. It took her a while to respond. She probably wondered why her married boss would call on her honeymoon to book her a flight. "Yes ma'am," she finally replied after which Amy disconnected the call. Amy could've simply let Reynolds know she was coming. She knew he would've certainly arranged for her arrival but she had decided against that because she wanted him to know she was not dependent. And besides, if she wanted to have her freedom after
Amy was walking past a couple of rooms until she came across one with its door ajar. Curiosity had her legs walking in forgetting she was to find the kitchen. The majestic piano in the center of the room was surely conspicuous. It was the only object in the white room. It was black and shiny. She might as well add inviting, as her fingers itched to play those delicate keys. It had been a while since she played. She stopped immediately and took a step towards it. Considering the fact that this was the only item in the room, it must hold some importance to the owner and what if he didn't want it touched. But then again the door had been left ajar. She went ahead to take the seat in front of the piano, clearing her mind of any more reasons why she shouldn't play the piano. Pianos were meant to be played after all. The moment her fingers touched the keys she went along to play the song 'perfect'. That had been the first song she had played on the piano the moment her music tutor h
The harsh knock on her door awoke Amy from sleep. She glanced at the window to notice the sun had set and it was evening. She got out of bed and made her way open the door. "Mr. Bennet has asked to inform you that dinner is ready," Grace said and waited for a response. Amy nodded and she left. It was easy to walk through the house as she now knew where in particular she was going. She reached the dining room where Reynolds was seated at the dining table and Mrs. Nora was exiting using the other door. "Good evening," she greeted as she took the seat opposite Reynolds. "Good evening," he replied, lookingup from his phone. "Grace informed me you enjoyed being in the garden," he added. "Yes, I did. I'd like to be educated on the other plants I did not recognise" Amy replied. Mrs. Nora came in with a tray in hand. She smiled at her in acknowledgement and began emptying the tray she was holding. Amy returned her smile before focusing on Reynolds again. "I'll inform the gardener, Mr. Har
Reynolds was shocked while listening to detective Jones.An enemy in disguise indeed .He didn’t know how to tell Amy but he had to tell her somehow .He had to figure it out .Meanwhile ,At the Smith ‘s house poor Ava was on a call with one of her friends when she heard a sound on the door .Two policemen entered as soon as she turned the knob.Hello miss Ava Smith ,I’m Sergeant Eliot with my colleague Sergeant Collins you’re under arrest for the possession of herd drugs and frame up .You do not have to say anything as this may harm you.Her dad tried intervening but Ava was silent as they led her to the vehicle .Tell me who’s the culprit Reynolds ,why are you quiet say something .Is it someone I trust ,someone close to me ,one of my friends ?Please say something .This suspense is killing me .Amy said Amy calm down.I know it’s hard to believe but Ava is behind this .Ava?Amy screamed in shock oooh wow but why will she do something like this ?I haven't offended her in any way and I’m
The next day, detective Jones called to inform Reynolds about the current developments.He informed Reynolds that he had in possession the parcel of cocaine that was found in Amy‘s bag. Meanwhile, Amy was seated close to Reynolds, listening to the whole conversation, but decided not to contact any of her friends to inform them about the current developments.She didn’t even want to know what they had gone through at the detectives office. She had been so down lately and decided to ghost them since that last incident .Her last trimester has been so tiring that she had to stay at home Detective Jones informed Reynolds that he was done with the interrogation, and the next thing to do was to call all attended people for fingerprints, and that will be the final straw of the investigation.I believe after this we’ll know who the real culprit it .Thank you for trusting me and I’d like to start with your mom and Amy,s mom first Mr.Reynolds ,he added.Reynolds quickly put a phone through hi
Detective Jones held what he wanted in his arms but covered so as not to destroy the evidence .It was the parcel of cocaine that had been found in Amy’s bagHe was so confused at the moment as to whether to take the evidence to work or leave it in his apartment.After several questioning ,he decided to leave it at home .The Bennets were still worried that the case was taking more than usual because they wanted to clear this up and plan for their wedding meanwhile the twins and Ava were preparing for their interrogation.Lieutenant Hoffman put a call across Sergeant Arnold and asked him to be available in his office in a minute.When he arrived ,he questioned if he had seen someone enter his office that morning but the sergeant replied in negative .Detective Jones arrived at the office later than usual .He was already expecting a tense environment.He had two more persons to interview the twins and Ava.Why had he not thought about her ,she was also close to Amy .He decided he wouldn
"How could you tell that detective that I had issues with Amy?" Sarah screamed at Jessie. Without waiting for her to reply she launched again, "and you eavesdropped on my phone call? Jess you eavesdropped on my phone call with my husband and went ahead to snitch on me to make yourself look good". "I did not snitch on you Sarah at least it was not my intention to, he was just so persistent and made me say it" Jessie said slowly. "How could you throw her under the bus to save yourself Jessie?" Ava asked and shook her head in disappointment.The first day of the interrogations had ended with only Jessie and Sarah being the first two to be interrogated. Ava had asked everyone to meet after the whole day to get to know what happened and as a form of emotional support but things were gradually going South between Sarah and Jessie. "I…I didn't know what to say Sarah. It was like he was seeing into my soul and I couldn't shake the feeling off that was why I told him the first thing that
Detective Jones picked up the next file in front of him; the name on it read Sarah O’Brien, she was Luke's wife. Luke who happened to be the personal assistant to Reynolds Bennet and his close friend too. In a way she was the closest to the Bennet’s and would probably have more information than any other person could. He flipped open his note to where Sarah’s name was scribbled and peered at it, so far he had not been able to deduce any falling out or argument between her and Amy but that was the scary thing. The hidden resentments were usually the worst because when it manifested it usually was fatal. A knock sounded on the iron door and he pushed his chair back and rose to his feet, it was time for the next person.“Sarah O’Brien right?” detective Jones asked and stretched his hand to the woman at the door. “Yes,” Sarah said and took his hand. “Please step into the room” he said and moved to one side, giving her just enough space to go in. He watched her walk into the room and
Detective Jones stood behind the door of the compact sized room used as storage for the numerous files which harbored the cases that had been brought to the station since it had been erected. Cases some of which had been investigated properly while some cast away and long forgotten, their files now accumulated with dust and fraying at the edges. They filled the room at one end and spilled into the other end at one side. Detective Jones had spent half of the night moving and shoving things to one side of the room, leaving the other side of the room bare but which now had a small table with two chairs one on each side of the table sitting in it. He planned to convert the room into a makeshift interrogation room just like the one they had and used in the headquarters when they brought in people for questioning.Detective Jones yanked the cranky door open and strolled into the room, he walked towards the only window in the room and pushed it open, letting the slant ray of sunlight fil
Amy weaved through the throng of people as she made her way to the table where her friends sat. Sarah stood up and hugged her as well as she could, given that the size of her stomach had increased by 3 since the last time they had met, which was at her baby shower. “How are you doing Amy? You refused to see any of us for almost a week since that incident” Sarah said and led her to a seat. “Are you finally out from your hiding?” Carie said and placed her hand on Amy’s lap. “I wasn’t in hiding, I just needed to get some things straight” Amy said to them.“We were all so worried about you Amy, we called your office but your secretary said you were not yet on seat. You refused to take our calls or respond to our messages, I hope you don’t blame us for what happened that day” Ava said. “I am fine guys but there is a problem, I am not allowed to speak or talk to anyone who was present during the baby shower because there is going to be an investigation because I was obviously framed fo
Reynolds sat in the waiting area waiting for the police superintendent. It had been 3 days since Amy's arrest and their last meeting and he couldn’t let it pile up any longer, he came in early in the morning because he needed to do something about the whole situation. He had contacted Luke the night before and they discussed strategies and plans to go about Amy’s case and how to prove that she was not guilty and they had come up with plans which he was here to try out.The door to the office opened and the man stepped out and gestured for Reynolds to come in. “Mr. Bennet please come in” he said and Reynolds followed him into the office he had been in for like the 5th time in one week. “I want to know what types of investigations are being carried out on my wife’s case,” Reynolds asked. “Well Mr. Bennet, we have not yet commenced investigations on your wife’s case” the superintendent said and rapped his fingers on the table.Reynolds was having a feeling that at this point this cou
“Mr. Bennet I’m sorry but that will be quite difficult to achieve at this moment. We don’t take it likely with drug offenders and the case has been transferred to the DEA’s table” the police superintendent said to a grim faced Reynolds who was sitting in front of him. “How is that even possible? You arrested my wife last night and in the space of less than 24 hours the case has been transferred to the DEA’s table? I know the amount of paperwork involved in transferring cases Mr. Superintendent so do not try to fuck with me. I want my wife’s case transferred to the headquarters” Reynolds said again. “Mr. Bennet I’m afraid that cannot happen, this is my jurisdiction and it is a sensitive case which…” “Don’t tell me it’s a sensitive case Goddammit” Reynolds shouted and banged the table in front of him with a clenched fist. “I want my wife out of that cell this minute and for her case to be transferred to the headquarters or else I will subtly fuck you up in ways you cannot imagine