I went back to my seat bagging a grumpy look which Warren immediately noticed. The waiter was busy placing our food on the table at that time."What's the matter?" my fiancé asked as he stood up and held my back."Oh! It's not a biggy. I just accidentally bumped into a jerk!" I replied making the waiter glance at me, curious. Warren instantly held an upset look as he shifted his stare to the hallway where I just went."Why? Did that jerk hurt you?" his voice became stern making the server cough."Ma'am, if someone in our facility did something wrong to you, don't hesitate to tell us. We have CCTVs all over the place and that person can't run away!" the waiter seriously butted in."Oh, don't worry. As I said it's not a big deal. But thanks anyway!" I sat on my seat and smiled at the two who seemed to not be convinced by my words."Please, check the CCTV while we have our dinner here. I need to know who hurt my fiancée!" Warren insisted and the waiter just nodded."Warren, it's not real
Two weeks had passed and tonight, Bailey International would hold a very important event. Three special highlights of the whole Bailey Company. The 70th birthday of the founder, Liam's father, his retirement, and the announcement of his successor who was no other than his wife's nephew, Warren Weasly, the CEO of Bailey International for almost ten years since my husband passed away.I was in my room in his flat wearing my diamond earrings that had the same design as my necklace. Warren bought me this set a month ago and it just arrived this morning. The earrings and necklace were simple in design. The diamonds were round and small in shape but their quality was rare.The chain of the necklace was gold, a perfect match for my glittering gold gown that was a trumpet cut. Its sheer had a shimmery detail, and the plunging neckline showed off not that divulging, not that too definitive either, my bosom. The back was bare and there were glistening golden chains attached to its shoulders' sl
My eyes widened upon seeing who just cornered me and they turned into narrow slits in annoyance. I grabbed his hand that was covering my mouth and bit it hard making him grimace in pain."Argh! You're not just loud, you also bite. Are you a dog? What breed? You can be a perfect bodyguard or is that your job?" this asshole shot me a series of insults making my blood boil."Bastard! What do you want?!" I exclaimed and he immediately put his hand back on my mouth. Out of rage, I clenched my fists tight and hit his chest but he just sneered at me enjoying my fury."Don't scream and I will tell you what I want!" he uttered. I thought for a while and then obeyed till he loosened his hand and pinched my chin. "So, your name is Amy Leah?" he asked, reassuring but I just sternly stared at him."And you're Hunter?!" I asked back making him raise his eyebrow at me. "Why are you here? You should be with your wife?" thinking that he was that arrogant woman's husband and that cute baby's father mad
Desmond POV..The moment I saw her at the restaurant, I couldn't forget about her. I tried to look for her but it looked like she just disappeared without a trace. However, I didn't stop. I would like to see her again. Her presence filled the hole that's been emptying my heart for a long time. Since that accident happened a year ago, the only thing I remembered was my name, Hunter Zaborowski, appointed President of Levine International. I took the position six months ago from Emily Levine's father who announced his retirement only to his staff and business partners.I was told that it was the Levine family who saved my life in exchange for their daughter's hand for marriage someday...and that baby, Aaron, was my son. They showed me a video telling the media that Emily's unborn child was mine.But I was kept in the shadow for half a year and this was my first time leaving the Levine property. If Emily didn't insist on taking a holiday here in London, we wouldn't be here. The Levines
On my way to the hotel, my mind was flooded with that short course of events that happened in my life. Until now I was still questioning Emily about my past. There were pieces of stuff she couldn't answer and some she just tried to avoid. Now that I met this woman, I felt there was more digging that had to be done into my past and it should be accomplished sooner than later.As I was driving, I almost lost my control of the wheel when a blue Tesla just suddenly cut in front of me. I abruptly stepped on the brakes and angrily got off the car. Who's that asshole who just cut me in? I strode to the side of the Tesla and knocked on the tinted window hard."You're gonna regret saying hello to your baby with that behavior!" a sneering man with a scar greeted me weirdly instead. I narrowed my stares at him and stepped back a bit when he was opening the door."What do you mean? And who are you?" don't mess with me, I am not in a good mood, I uttered inwardly.He stood straight in front of me.
I dashed off flying like a whirlwind with the car Emily gifted me on my fake birthday. I said fake for now I knew a part of my one-year existence in their clan was all planned. The Levines saved my life, I had no idea how and little idea why!"We mourned your death. You and Amy Leah had a gravestone inside my property. Your uncle was so enraged that he was brought to the hospital and wasn't able to go to New York and see you, at least for the last time!" Martin's words kept ringing in my ears.I stepped on the speed hard and planned to interrogate Emily but then I remembered what he and Adam told me."Pretend for a while till we put them in a trap. Divina and Franco are gone missing. Detective Fields is still hunting Rafael Jewry. I think these three are in the same place!""President, Cain, Divina's brother became the new Chairman of de la Frontera Group and he is ruthless. He put all de la Frontera's property under his name!""Then why no one is seizing him? You all know he is a cri
"Hunter, how did you know ahm, Mrs. Bailey?" Emily had the nerve to ask such questions. "Did you talk to her at the party?""Yes! We've talked with former Chairman Bailey and her fiancé, Warren Weasly. Just about business stuff. Why did you ask?" I was annoyed and it couldn't be hidden from my tone."I...I just asked. Darling, what if ~""Let's not talk about anything else, okay? Let's enjoy the view. Look at Aaron, he's enjoying watching those wild animals!" I immediately cut her off. My day was already ruined and now it got worse."Darling, what if ~""What if what?" I really didn't like her speaking to me at the moment. As much as possible, I just wanted her to shut up."No-nothing!" she bowed her head in embarrassment."I think it is better if we go home. It seems like you're not enjoying this as much as Aaron does!""Of course I am. Also, we are still going shopping, right?" she instantly responded. "This is our last bonding here in London. Ugh! I don't wanna go back to New York
Martin glanced at me when he noticed I was just staring at him. Alden drove my car and now I was in his car sitting in the passenger seat."What's the matter? Hating me that I stopped you from killing him?" he sarcastically asked."No! More like curious that you followed the woman!" I asked with the same tone. "Looks like you know each other well!""Don't meddle with that, Desmond. Focus on getting your wife back""Then don't meddle with my affair, Martin. Next time, I won't let you come in between me and Weasly!" I gritted my teeth upon mentioning his name."You need to use your brain and not your emotion when it comes to your wife!" he snorted. "For the record, Weasly is right. For now, he's got the upper hand coz she can't remember you!""She does!" I abruptly roared."What?!""She remembers me. She called my name once!" I was losing my patience with him. I didn't need to tell him about everything but for this matter, he was the only one who could help me."That stupid name, Hunter
After three months! . . It's spring! Flowers were blooming everywhere in the garden. The shades of red, yellow, pink, and white color the beautiful landscape Iñigo and Elsa had created. A tribute for their loyalty and care for me and my parents. We were still at Desmond's villa. I could always go back to our mansion, but the feeling of emptiness was still there. I felt like that big house was no longer the same home where I was born and raised. It was totally a stranger to me. I was watching the morning sunshine from the balcony of our room when a gentle knock disturbed my senses. "Come in!" that could be Elsa. "Señorita, we're ready!" indeed it was her. "Yes, Elsa. I'm also ready. This is it!" I gladly told her as I hugged her tight. Elsa was like a mother to me. She saw me grow up and she was also a witness of our love with Desmond. Speaking of my man, he must be waiting for me now. "Let's go then!" Elsa uttered with a smile. As we sauntered downstairs, we saw I
A soft warm peck on my lips made me moan as I opened my eyes and saw the person carrying me. I was like a baby lying on his lap. He was just staring at me, my man, worries were cleared on those mesmerizing orbs. "Hi?" I asked, a thin smile appeared on my face. "Hi!" he answered. "You scared me to death, you know that?!" then a sweet scolding. I chuckled at his cuteness, but he furrowed his brows at my response. "I'm sorry. How long was I asleep?" I asked not cutting my stares at him. "A couple of hours. Kota already left with Martin and Gwenny is with Adam. Everything is cleaned and fixed, sweetheart. We can go home now!" Desmond answered. I slowly got up as he gently held my back. "What about Donna, Elsa, Alden, and Dante?" I asked again worried something worse happened to them, especially Donna who had blood on the right side of her head when she shot Franco to death. "They're all fine. Donna is at the ward, resting. She's with the rest. Sweetheart, let's go home. You nee
I let out my loudest scream for help when the door banged open, followed by the figure of the man I would admit scared to see. It was Franco! His face displayed the darkest night I had ever seen. His eyes were flaming red to my vision, and his sneer was devouring me little by little. If there was a real face of a monster, it was him. "Don't come any closer, Franco!" my shock was cut in by Iñigo's deep voice. I could see the face of a man prepared to die with him. "Iñigo?!" I whispered with my trembling voice. I held the hem of his shirt as he moved forward, trying to shield me from the monster. "Old man!" even Franco's voice was scary. "You think you can frighten me with that lamp you're holding?" he laughed maniacally. I just noticed now, Iñigo was gripping the lamp he grabbed from the side table. I grasped his shirt tight, wrinkling the fabric, there's no way we could survive this dawn. Till I heard a loud gunshot and saw Iñigo's shoulder bleeding. I screamed, calling his
"You've failed me, Mrs. Amy Leah Zaborowski. You need to be punished!" he gritted his teeth while he was staring deeply at me. I shivered at the tension rising around us."Des, I- I""First, we have to get out of here!""But ~ But them!""Let Dante and the rest take care of the mess you've caused!" another sharp look before he pulled me up and led me to his car parked at the entrance.I glanced over my shoulder and saw Martin's men firing guns against Divina's goons. Screams and banging of furniture everywhere.It took us only an hour to arrive at Martin's villa. The way he maniacally drove his sports car was evidence that I was in complete trouble. He slammed the door after opening it ignoring that I was still inside."Desmond, let me explain!" my voice cracked as I followed him in quick stride. He wasn't just upset, he was mad.He aggressively turned around and yelled in my face. "You planned to deceive me by fucking me! You lied to me! What the heck were you thinking, Amy Leah?""D
Amy Leah POV.Months had passed....Everything was set. My plan to enter the lion's den was final. Over the past few months that I recuperated, I also asked Desmond to help me with some self-defense and how to hold a gun. At first, he was hesitant but I finally managed to get his approval. I told him it was for my own safety. The bodyguards he hired were not enough for me."Sweetheart, are you sure about this? Don't you really need us?" my husband asked after he rolled down beside me. We just had finished our lovemaking and I took control which to his surprise and satisfaction, he had no idea I could do it. Guess those months of training and building my strength paid off."Baby, I'm just gonna talk to Divina. The spy I assigned to the mansion is 100% sure she crept there every night once in three months to visit my dad's study room. There must be something important in that room that she can't get rid of or can't bring to her wherever she's hiding!" I confidently told him."All righ
"Ams, about that case, I can't help you anymore. I've been cut off!""I told you so!" Desmond interrupted making my eyes roll."Desmond, I need to speak with Adam alone, please!" I needed to get to the bottom of this. It was almost ten years and I couldn't wait for closure and justice. Justice for my father's name and George's death."No!" my husband urged."Desmond, please!""Amy Leah, you don't need to keep your talks with him a secret, okay? Remember, my parents were also victims of that fire...and my friend, Valerie!" the word Valerie came out only a whisper as he side-glanced at Adam who secretly took a glimpse of his reaction."Our best friend, Valerie!" Adam corrected."All right, no one wants to help me get closure. Then I guess I need to continue what I had originally planned!" I was losing my patience. I felt like I was left wandering alone in the dark wilderness."What?! No, Amy Leah. You almost got yourself killed!" Desmond uttered in a loud tone."Wait! I don't follow. Wh
I drove my way to where I was raised. The nest where I spent my childhood life. Although they were only strings of stories from my ex-fiance Warren and my best friend Kota, coz I couldn't still recall most of my memories, I had these weird feelings enveloping me upon stopping in front of this huge iron gate. Emptiness, grief, bliss, rage, and love. Most were love... I shook my head and bobbed it up and down as outlines of doodled past clouded my thoughts."Mom! Dad!" I whispered in the air.My eyes were deeply shut. My temples were pounding, and my head began to hurt like hell. Flashes of memories kept raging at the back of my head. Damn! I just wanted to scream and freak out.Till...A knock on my car window cleared my messy thought. I stared at the uniformed man deeply staring at me through the tinted window. He was checking who was inside.I removed my sunglasses and slowly rolled down the screen. Beads of sweat began emerging on my forehead and my breathing was unstable. But what
"Desmond, I thought you were working at home!" I immediately got my composure and strode toward him. I took a swift stare at the woman staring sternly at me. Martin's eyes were also fixed on me. These three were like, they were skinning me alive."Supposed to be but Martin told me you want to speak with him. Aren't you going to Dakota's flat?" Desmond's tone was flat and cold but beyond that I could feel rage."Been there and she told me that!" I shifted my glance at Martin. I needed to make a new lie. "Martin is blocked in their building. Is that true?" I questioned the mafia man.He cleared his throat first and nodded. The lady in the middle was stunned that her eyes would like to pop out."You're blocked? Martin, how could that be? Did that woman order the admin to do that!""FYI, her name is Dakota, missy!" I abruptly meddled glaring at her. She just stared back at me."Señorita, you might not remember me but we're friends. Well in a short while. I'm Guinevere Basile. Gwenny for s
Amy Leah POV.."Desmond, is that you?" the clock ticked 12, it was now midnight and Desmond just got home. Where had he been?"My bad, sweetheart. It's my fault. I invited Martin to have some drinks!" he hoarsely uttered.I could see his silhouette from the mounted lamp on the wall. His legs wobbled when he walked which only meant- he was drunk!I turned on the lights and the whole wide living room lit up. My man's shirt was a mess. His hair which was always combed well was disheveled. I rushed to his side when he was about to fall on the floor. Good thing his palm pressed the edge of the table by the door."Desmond, are you all right?" my worried voice made him lift his head and he was staring at me with unfathomable eyes. "Des!"He cupped my face, his thumb gently touching my lips. "I'm sorry for everything I've done to you in the past!" he uttered softly, I could feel the pain in his heart but I couldn't understand what he was saying."Des, let's go to bed, sweetheart!" I told hi