Betty didn't bother meeting James again, she simply went to meet his mother. "What did he say?" Agnes asked, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "Is he leaving?" "I didn't speak to him," Betty responded with a sigh. She was about to tell Agnes that James was trying to get back with Amanda, but she held back. Betty wanted to handle everything on her own because her ways might be too extreme for Agnes to accept. Betty was ruthless and would do anything to have her way, she doubted if Agnes would support her in everything. "Err… I think that it would be better if you talked to him. I doubt that he would listen to me. He can't even stand the sight of me," She sighed sadly. Agnes didn't like her response or the situation, but she understood. Agnes rose to her feet and walked to her, she gently held her hands and smiled warmly. "Okay, I will talk to him and I will think of other ways to help you get closer to him. Don't worry, I'm going to make your relationship possible…I promise," A
The following days were the most stressful periods of Amanda's life. She had been trying so hard to eradicate her feelings for James, not just because Charles told her to, but for her mental health. Unfortunately, nothing she had tried worked. She had attempted doing chores, playing games, and spending time with her daughter, among others, but none of this eased her plight. "Fuck," Amanda caused, running her hands through her hair. She was lying on the bed with AirPods in her ears, but the music couldn't distract her. "This isn't working," She muttered, exasperation clear in her voice. She looked so exhausted to the extent that stray lines appeared on her forehead, her cheeks flared and her rosy lips were parched. "I can't get him out of my head!" Amanda released a scream, gripping her hair. "I can help you with that," She heard Charles' voice seep through her ears. Startled, she removed her AirPods and turned to Charles with his head peeking in between the door and its frame.
"Are these the only things you can offer?" He asked, his eyes narrowing at the cards on the table. "Hey, don't be greedy," Betty snapped, glaring at him. She crossed her legs, locking her hands on her upper knee. "There is a lot of money in these cards, and after you withdraw it, you won't have to do this fucked-up job anymore," "This is not just a job to me. It's my profession and what I've always wanted to be," He groaned, clearly displeased with her words. Betty rolled her eyes and leaned closer, her voice hardening, "Are you going to give her location or not?" "I will," He admitted, snatching the cards from the table. He pocketed them with a sly smile, "What are the pins?" "I have sent them to your number. Now that I've fulfilled my part of the bargain, I want you to do likewise," She demanded, impatience lacing her voice. "I will do that immediately," He replied, pulling out a notepad and a pen. After scribbling something, he tore out the page. "Here you go," He handed it
"James," I gasped, unable to blink or move from thd spot I stood.James had seen her from afar and that was why he stepped out of his car. When he noticed that she had seen him, he walked to her with a neutral smile.Amanda, who was frozen on the spot, wondered if he was an illusion or her thoughts had finally driven her mad.James reached her and his gaze lingered for a few moments before he spoke."Amanda," He called her name in such a way that electrified her. He had this special way of mentioning her name, making her feel like a lightening bolt had zapped through her."W-What are you doing here?" She asked, breathlessly."I came to say thank you for saving my life that day," James said, partially telling the troth. "I didn't get a chance to show my appreciation,"Amanda swallowed a lump down her throat as she watched his thin lips move so rhythmically. She couldn't help but wonder how he got more attractive with each time she saw him."How...did you find me??" She asked, gripping
Amanda's mouth felt dry and sour as she moved her tongue around. She moaned inwardly, trying to move her hands, but they refused to budge no matter how hard she tried to separate them. It was so frustrating and upsetting. As Amanda's mind began to clear, she remembered how she was pulled into a place and drugged. The memory made her eyes snap open. The light that hit her eyes was too bright, forcing her to close them again. She waited for a few seconds before opening them once more. A gasp escaped her lips when she saw a television screen in front of her.She blinked rapidly and looked around the room. She was shocked to find herself in a bedroom. Lowering her gaze, she realized she was seated on a king-sized bed with blue sheets that matched the color of the room's walls.She shifted her gaze to the left and noticed a large, well-decorated mirror, then her eyes fell on the lotions on the dressing table. The products didn't look like anything a woman would use. She squinted, trying
James pressed his lips against Amanda's skin, relishing its softness. The faint coconut scent wafted from her hair was making his heart race. There was no doubt that he was still very much in love with her, and her response only confirmed that she felt the same.As he trailed kisses down to her collarbone, her moans filled his ears like music. He lowered himself to her breast. As if he could see through her dress, he kissed the particular spot her nipple was."Hmm," Amanda moaned as her nipple hardened in her bra, becoming erect. The sensation that spread through her body was overwhelming and she struggled to contain herself.When James moved his lips to her other breast, kissing it through her clothes. Amanda felt both of her nipples stiffen and ache for his touch. She craved his warm tongue on them.Slowly, James released her waist, allowing her to fall back onto the bed. Amanda gasped as she hit the sheets, her legs lifted and spread apart. Although she couldn't believe that she wa
James quickly helped Amanda up and untied her hands."Sorry," He apologized, gently holding her wrists, which were marked with red stripes. "I didn't realize I tied them so tightly. Please forgive me..." His voice was sincere.Amanda slowly withdrew her hands from his and lowered her gaze. She knew she had let things go too far. James touched her again, and she had given in willingly.She had crossed boundaries she set, and now she didn't know how to show him that same anger she felt on the day that she found out the bitter truth of her family's death, including poor Mr Turner."I'm sorry," James repeated, not knowing what to say. He had asked the questions that he needed, and now he just wanted answers."James..." Amanda began, her words stuck in her throat."Call me Jamie. I love it when you do..." He whispered, reaching for her hands again.Amanda's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't bring herself to say anything. She simply kept her gaze low, feeling both troubled and strangel
James had missed having her in his arms, so he continued hugging her until she began wriggling in his grasp.When he noticed she was getting uncomfortable, he broke the hug, but not without curling his lips into a handsome smile. He gently held her face, his thumb caressing her cheeks with a tenderness that made her heart skip a beat. "Thank you," He whispered, gently tugging her cheeks.Amanda's cheeks flushed, and she quickly yanked his hands away."I'm not a baby, don't do that," She pouted, but there was a faint smile tugging at her lips. "You're so adorable," He commented, moving his hand to her head and patting it affectionately.Amanda gasped as his hand fell rhythmically on her head. He used to do this when she found it hard to sleep after attending to Kendall when she was a baby. The comforting gesture stirred something deep within her, bringing back memories she thought she had buried. "I appreciate your decision, but what about us?" James asked, his hand slowing down as
"Why do you seem so surprised?" Mrs. Shawn asked, noticing the shocked look on her face. "Is there a problem I don't know about? Do you know Micheal from somewhere?""I wish I never knew this scoundrel. He is making life miserable in this place," Amanda thought, gritting her teeth."No, Ma'am," Amanda shook her head. "I don't know him. I was just surprised that another person was joining us here, and I wondered how I was going to please him with my services." "You don't have to worry about pleasing anyone," Mrs. Shawn replied softly. "Just do your job right, and attend to our needs within your capacity. That's all.""Okay, Ma'am," Amanda replied, nodding."Good," Mrs. Shawn beamed. "You should do with the laundry, I have some dirty clothes.""Okay," Amanda muttered."My room is at the end of the hallway, particularly on the right side," she instructed.Amanda quickly went upstairs to avoid Micheal's annoying gaze. As she got to the room and began grabbing the dirty clothes, she wishe
Micheal spotted Amanda staring at him and a sick smile formed on his face. He was relishing the fear he could see in her eyes. He pocketed his hands and walked smugly to her.As Amanda noticed him coming close, she began backing away. She felt so uncomfortable and threatened. Her mind raced, wondering why he was here to ruin things for her.She felt so happy about the success of the interview, she didn't want him to sabotage what she had gained.Micheal hastened his footsteps, and Amanda continued backing away until her back slammed against the main door."Good morning, cupcake," Micheal said, a smirk forming on his lips. "You look quite shocked to see me. I thought you already knew everything I was capable of.""Why are you doing this?" Amanda asked, her voice rising. "Can't you just leave me alone? If you want me to repay you for the bills you covered, then I'll do so when I work for enough time, or contact my family." "I don't care about the money, all I want is you," Micheal mutt
"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