Amanda's hand slightly trembled in his, but she wasn't uncomfortable with him. This wasn't the first time he called her "love" and she wasn't the only one that he used that term for. However, there was something about the way he said it to her that felt different. "I don't use anything in particular, my hand is just naturally soft," Amanda replied with a slight smile, her eyes averting his intense gaze."Wow," He responded, clearly fascinated by her reply. "Everything about you is so natural, from your beauty to your intelligence...I'm proud of you,"A warmth spread through Amanda at his words. "Thank you so much," She found herself genuinely smiling. Charles released her hand and gestured toward a chair, "Please have your seat,"Amanda sat down and took in a deep breath before speaking, "What did you want to discuss with me?"I want to talk about the requirements that you must meet as a single and legal parent of Kendall," Charles began, his demeanor shifting to a more serious to
"Christ..." Amanda shivered as the note along with the envelope slipped from her trembling hands. "How did they find out about my plans for revenge?" She asked, her voice barely audible in the stillness of the room. Her mind raced with thoughts and a terrifying one crept into it. "Am I being watched?" "Oh my God," Amanda panicked, her breathing fastening as she imagined hidden cameras watching her every move. Anxiously, She scanned the sitting room, her worry growing every second. "There's nothing here," Amanda muttered, her breath shuddering as she ran her hands over the top of the television, searching for anything out of place. There was no sign of invasion or foreign material in any part of the room.This was supposed to give her some kind of comfort, but her sense of dread intensified. "If there are no cameras or recorders, then how did they know what I was planning," Amanda asked herself, digging her fingers halfway into her hair. "Is it the person with the unknown number?
Betty exited his room and rushed downstairs."Why are you out so soon?" Agnes gasped, rising from the couch.With a disappointed expression, Betty replied, "James kicked me out. He didn't even care about the attention I tried to give him,"Agnes' face tensed for a second before she relaxed and walked towards Betty."You've got to be patient with him," She implored, reaching for Betty's hand. "He's just coming to terms with the fact that that worthless woman was never worth his time. It's not easy for him to accept." "I know," Betty sighed."Please don't give up on him. I want you to help him get that vile woman out of his head," Agnes spat, her tone venomous with lingering hate attached to it. "I'm not going to give up. I want James all to myself and I will do everything I can to make that happen ..." Betty uttered, her voice firm with resolve."My love for him will never die,"Agnes smiled, pleased by Betty's determination. She loved it."That's the spirit. Now wipe that sad look of
"What am I going to do?" Amanda thought, a knot of fear tightening in her stomach. "Should I tell Charles to drive faster? What if we get into an accident because of the speed and something worse happens?" "If I tell Charles that certain people are after my life and my daughter's, will he be able to protect us?" Amanda asked inwardly, her eyes filled with horror as the car behind them seemed closer. "Wouldn't it be risky to get him involved? I don't want him to die like Mr Turner. Poor Mr. Turner," She lamented, her hands nervously clenched her gown. Her sweaty palms and fingers dug into the fabric. "I can't let that car catch up with us. I have to make Charles divert somehow," She turned to Charles, who was already staring at her. "You are shaking," He commented, noticing how her lips were trembling. He might have assumed she was cold, but the past few days in London had been unusually hot, one of those rare heatwaves. "Why are you shivering?" He asked, then took a peek at the
Amanda initially thought that Lizzy was making up things or simply jumping to conclusions, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized that there might be some truth to it. When she first met Charles, he had this look in his eyes that she couldn't decipher. Then he started getting more familiar and friendly with her. He began asking more personal questions and getting involved in her life. His actions seemed to go beyond the commitment of a lawyer. "Does he have feelings for me?" Amanda wondered, her thoughts racing. "A regular lawyer wouldn't pay for the flight tickets of his client along with her child, then offer to pay for their upkeep. It was too unusual…" Her thoughts raced. Her hands trembled slightly around the phone. She wasn't sure if she was reading too much into things or if Lizzy's words were starting to make sense. "Amanda, are you there?" Charles's voice echoed through the phone. Amanda swallowed a lump down her throat and replied, "Yeah, I'm…here,"
Amanda followed him for a few moments before she heard a faint call for help. She thought it was her imagination and wanted to ignore it, but then the voice echoed in her mind. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized it to be James's voice. Without any hesitation, she rushed towards the swimming pool. As she arrived, her eyes dilated in horror at the sight of James's body floating in the pool. Amanda's heart almost stopped at what she saw. At that moment, she couldn't think of how her family was murdered and his alleged cheating. She also couldn't dwell on the betrayal she thought he committed by hiding his family's evil. She could only think about her love for him and the fact that he was still the father of her child. She couldn't let him die. "James!" Amanda screamed, running towards the pool. She leaped into the water, and the chill of it almost took her breath away. She forced her head out of the water to gasp for air before plunging back in and swimming to him. She got
Amanda returned to Charles' house in different clothes, a nice outfit he had bought for her on their way back. She had changed in the boutique, discarding her earlier clothes. As she walked into the sitting room, she saw Kendall and the maid, completely engrossed in the loud and colorful cartoon. The vibrant sounds filled the room and none of them noticed Amanda's entrance. "Hey sweetie," Amanda called out, her voice warm and gentle. Kendall's head snapped in the direction of her mother's voice. Her eyes brightened and a huge smile spread across her face. "Mommy!" She exclaimed, jumping off the couch and running toward her. Kendall was overjoyed to see her. Although she was enjoying the company of the maid, she still wanted her mother's presence around her. Amanda knelt and spread her arms in the air. Kendall flew into her mother's arms and giggled. "Welcome back, mommy," Kendall said, her small arms wrapping around Amanda's neck. "Thank you, my love," Amanda murmured with a so
A knock came on Amanda's door, pulling her from her thoughts. She shifted her distant gaze from the ceiling to the door. She slowly sat up and a small frown etched on her face. "Who's that?" Amanda asked, squinting. "It's me, Charles," There came a reply from the other side. Amanda didn't feel like seeing or talking to anyone except her daughter. She was experiencing some emotional turmoil, and only Kendall could provide her with the innocent comfort she craved. Charles wasn't an option. He was her lawyer and had been excellent to her, but there were things that she wasn't comfortable sharing with him, especially not in her current state. "Can I come in?" Charles asked, placing another knock on the door. "Amanda?" Amanda let out a deep breath and rose to her feet. She could have just told him that she wanted to be alone, but she didn't want to seem rude. After all, this was his house. She walked to the door and unlocked it. Charles pushed it open and smiled gently at her. "I
"I see," Micheal replied with a smirk on his lips."Boss, can I ask you something?" the man asked, his voice laced with caution.Micheal looked at him, his expression cold. "What is it?""Sir, why are you so interested in this woman?" he dared to ask. "I don't mean to be intrusive because your actions aren't my business, but it's a bit shocking that you would make such inquiries about her.""She means nothing to me," Micheal replied with a smirk. "There's just something special about her. I mean, a lot of women would throw themselves at me when I make an offer to them, but she resisted.""No one had ever resisted me," he muttered, his expression turning to one of displeasure.He felt a bit insulted when she first rejected his help, but then he got intrigued—or rather fascinated—with her constant rejection. He suddenly felt like he should have her for himself."So, you're obsessed with her?" the man said aloud but regretted his words instantly. "I'm sorry for saying that. I didn't—""N
The next day, Agnes could be seen pacing back and forth in her sitting room. She had been calling James' number but he wasn't answering."How long is he going to avoid me?" Agnes asked herself, frowning. "I'm his mother for goodness sake, can't he respect me anymore? Everything I'm doing is for his good, why can't he see that and appreciate me?"She lowered the phone from her ear and stared at it for a few moments."Has he blocked me or what?" she asked, dialing his number again.The number went to voicemail again, making her heart wrench in disappointment."Why do I feel like this isn't normal?" Agnes said, worriedly. "I knew he had told me to go to hell, but he should at least answer my calls or send a text message that he's fine.""Why is he being so selfish?" Agnes asked, her frown deepening. "Maybe I should call Betty, and ask her how he is."She called Betty, but her number didn't go through either."What the hell is wrong with both of them? Agnes said, feeling displeased by the
The woman looked a bit stunned by her question, her shock evident."Why are you staring at me like that?" Amanda asked, confused. "Did I ask anything absurd?"Amanda wanted to know the house owners because she didn't want to risk falling into another trap with Michael. She didn't understand what that man suddenly saw in her, but she didn't want to keep getting in contact with him again.Besides, the mysterious family that owned the house on the flier seemed to be rich."No, your question isn't ridiculous," the woman muttered, shaking her head. "It's just shocking that you are unaware of the owners. Are you new to the village?"Amanda didn't know if it would be the right decision to tell the truth. She didn't want more people to take advantage of her because of her naivety."It's okay if you don't want to answer that," the woman said with a smile. "To answer your question, the house is owned by the Shawn family."Amanda thought of Michael's last name and was quite relieved to know it w
Amanda quickly squeezed the note with her trembling hands. Why couldn't that bastard leave her alone? What was the meaning of all this? Couldn't she just have some peace?"Why is he after me? It's not like I'm the most beautiful woman in the village," Amanda muttered, her voice shaky. "Why am I always attracting garbage?"Gritting her teeth, she tossed the wrinkled note angrily into the trash can in a corner."This man seems more dangerous than I thought," she said, fear creeping into her voice. "What if he suddenly sees James as an obstacle and harms him?""James isn't in a state to defend himself or receive another attack," Amanda muttered, her voice dripping with worry. "I can't let any harm come to him, but I can't defend him if anyone tries to hurt him.""What am I going to do now?" she cried. "Is there a cop that I can make a report to? But Micheal ruled this place. If I were to report to the police, they wouldn't take me seriously.""Should I ask for a transfer?" she asked, her
Charles paced back and forth in his London hotel room, his anger simmering. He had been forced to stay longer than expected, and his frustration grew with each passing minute. He had thought he would be done by now so he could go after Amanda already because he didn't trust her. Seeing how desperate she is to find her daughter, she might go to the remote village which wasn't good at all.He knew how dangerous that place was and she might get robbed and stuck since she looked wealthy. He wished in his heart that she didn't go and listen to him but he knew he was just wishing because he knew how determined and adamant she could be.Having unsettling thoughts run thousands in his head, he knew he had to contact her to make sure she didn't go there. He grabbed his phone and dialed her contact but the call won't connect as he was told she wasn't available.He tried calling her, but it was worse because the call won't connect and immediately he grew apprehensive as he guessed she had gone t
“Please who are you? Why are you after me?” Amanda asked as fear gripped her.“Well don't be scared. I'm just a rich man who wants to help you. My father is the head of this village and I'm his heir and eldest son. So you definitely need my help,” Micheal replied as a mischievous grin appeared on his face.“But I don't need your help? You don't know me, why do you want to help me?” Amanda asked, still scared.“That's because you are beautiful and I want to sleep with you,” Micheal replied boldly.“I just need your body and whatever you want, I will give it to you,” He added and Amanda almost spat at him on how bold and courageous he was.“You must be out of your mind. Do you think I'm some whore?” Amanda almost yelled at him.“Whatever you are, I don't care. Give it some thought. I will be back,” he flashed her a smile before he left.Amanda’s legs weakened and she was almost falling when she grabbed something nearby to help herself. She couldn't deny she had been caught up in the fea
"Betty, this is making no sense," Her father retorted, his tone hesitant."How?" Betty shot back. "She's the one we intended to kill. Why should she continue living? Why don't you just end her and give me some joy?""I had initially agreed to do that because you deserve everything you desire, but I guess some things are unattainable,"he replied stiffly, rising to his feet. "I can't do what you're asking.""Why?" Betty cried out."I'll only make things more complicated," He retorted, his voice sharp. "Attempting to kill her has already brought enough tragedy. Just let her live. There's no point in her dying anymore!""The point of her death would be my relief," Betty insisted. "If I see her dead, I'll be happy that she doesn't get the chance to find any happiness while I wallow in sorrow for the rest of my life.""Can you stop exaggerating?" He snapped, glaring at her. "You're just obsessed with him. I'm sure that if you had ended up with him, you would soon get bored and go on a new c
"W-what are you saying?" Betty stammered, her heart racing wildly in her chest."James is dead," Her father repeated, his voice less emotionless."What James are you speaking of? Is it a business partner or one of our non-existent relatives?" Betty asked, her voice trembling. "I don't understand.""It's James. Agnes' son," Her father replied. "The men I sent to end Amanda, unfortunately, shot James instead.""What!" Betty screamed, her eyes pooling with tears. "No, this can't be true. Are you lying to me so I can forget about him, Or is this a prank or something? Are we in the month of April?"Her voice was laced with disbelief and confusion. She couldn't imagine the man she was obsessed with and had pursued for so long being dead."Daddy, please stop joking. Some jokes are expensive," Betty cried out."Betty, are you okay?" Zoe's voice chimed from behind."I'm not joking, Betty," He said, his voice firm. "James got shot. There's no way he could survive such a bullet, according to the
Charles had returned to the mansion and didn't meet Amanda. This made him worried, causing him to call Lizzy. "I went out shortly, and didn't meet my car or Amanda at home," Charles said, his voice laced with worry. "Is she with you?" "Yes," Lizzy replied, lying smoothly. "Why didn't she just answer my calls and tell me that she's with you?" Charles asked over the phone, his tone more suspicious. "Lizzy, are you lying to me?" "No, I'm not..."Lizzy replied, her voice almost faltering. "You don't want our relationship to be built on lies, do you?" Charles asked, trying to manipulate her. "Please tell me the truth, I'm worried about her." "She's with me. We are going around town today. I'm trying to take her mind off everything that has been happening. She's been having breakdowns and I just wanted to help her," Lizzy explained, her voice a bit strained. Charles still didn't believe her. He had stopped Amanda from going on a crazy adventure, but he shouldn't have believed her when