“Let me explain,” the woman said, her voice steady. “If you want to get Amelia back, you’ll need to assist me in removing her from the equation. I can help you get her back, but only if you agree with my terms.” Mark was taken aback. “But I don’t even know you. How can I trust you?” The woman’s tone became sharper. “I’m not going to repeat myself. You have a choice: help me with my request, and I’ll help you win Amelia back. If you don’t agree, you’ll be left with nothing.” Mark’s mind raced. The desire to have Amelia back was overwhelming, but he was also wary of getting involved in something he didn’t fully understand. The urgency in the woman’s voice made him feel cornered, and he struggled with his thoughts. “Okay,” Mark said finally, his voice filled with resolve. “I’ll do it. What do you need me to do?” The woman’s voice softened slightly, though she remained firm. “Good. I’ll be in touch with further instructions. For now, just remember that you’ve agreed to this deal
“This isn’t real,” Mark muttered to himself, hoping that somehow saying it out loud would make it true. Lily laughed, a melodious sound that was both captivating and unnerving. “Oh, it’s very real, my love,” she said, stepping closer to him. “Yes, you did. You were all over me last night, touching me, kissing me… You couldn’t get enough. I have to admit, I enjoyed it too.” Mark felt like he was going to be sick. This wasn’t him. This wasn’t who he was, who he wanted to be. His thoughts spiraled out of control as he tried to come to terms with the fact that he had not only slept with a complete stranger but had also done so while thinking of someone else entirely—Amelia “Please,” Mark said, his voice thick with desperation, “whatever happened between us was a mistake. I don’t even know you.” Lily’s expression hardened slightly at his words, though she quickly masked it with a smirk. “A mistake, you say?” she echoed, her tone icy. “Well, sweetheart, that’s your prerogative. But
“Babe, I wanted to tell you something very important,” Amelia said, her voice tinged with unease as she sat across the table from Alexander.“What is it?” Alexander responded, his tone calm but attentive. He could sense the gravity in Amelia’s words, and it immediately put him on alert.Amelia hesitated for a moment, gathering her thoughts. “It’s about Mark. He’s been disturbing me lately and telling me he has feelings for me. Like, he literally calls me every single day.”Alexander’s face hardened, his usually composed demeanor replaced by a flash of anger. “I don’t understand,” he said, his voice tightening. “Does he want you to date him or something?”“I don’t know, babe,” Amelia replied, shaking her head as she tried to convey the seriousness of the situation. “A week back, he came to my house, confessing these feelings that he supposedly has for me. I told him I’m married, but…”But before she could finish, Alexander’s frustration boiled over. He interrupted her, his voice firm a
It had been over a week since Mark signed the document, and he was doing everything he could to stay out of trouble. He knew the consequences of crossing the line again with Amelia, so he kept his distance, even though it was hard. Every time he saw her, there was an urge to talk to her, to just have a simple conversation. But he couldn't. He was walking on eggshells, avoiding any situation that could bring Alexander’s wrath upon him once more. Mark's thoughts often drifted back to the days before everything had become so complicated. He would reminisce about how simple it used to be when he and Amelia could talk freely, laugh at inside jokes, and share moments without the looming threat of Alexander’s anger. Now, everything was different. The document he signed served as a constant reminder that his boundaries had been firmly set, and he was to stay within them. On a quiet Monday afternoon, while Mark was busy at work, Alexander and Amelia were enjoying a rare lunch date at one of
Chloe got to the estate, looking around with a sharp gaze. “So this house is for him, and he expects me to sit down with my son? For what? That can never be me,” she muttered under her breath, the bitterness evident in her voice. She turned to her son, her expression softening. "Sweetheart, we are going to meet Dada today, okay?" “Dada! Hurray!” Jackson shouted, his small face lighting up with joy. Chloe smiled at her son and kissed him gently on his forehead. "Yes, sweetheart, we're going to see Dada." The drive seemed longer than it actually was, Chloe's mind racing with thoughts. The car finally pulled up at Alexander's house. Amelia had been checking through the gate and saw the car approaching. A wave of unease swept over her, but Alexander quickly reassured her. “Don’t worry, everything is going to be fine, okay? I promise,” he said, his voice firm yet soothing. They went downstairs together to welcome Chloe and Jackson. As Chloe entered the house, she shouted, “Home s
**"Hello, who is this?"** Amelia’s voice was calm, but there was a hint of irritation beneath her words. She had not expected this call, especially not from him. **"It's me, Mark,"came the hesitant reply. His voice sounded strained, almost desperate. **"Amelia, I...I needed to talk to you."** She immediately felt a surge of anger rise within her. **"What are you calling me for? Are you out of your mind?"** The words were sharp, each syllable laced with disbelief. Mark paused, trying to find the right words. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, confusion, and a love that had twisted into something he could no longer control. **"Yes, I'm out of my mind, Amelia,"** he finally admitted, his voice breaking slightly. **"Can't you see? I love you. I can't think straight anymore. Please, I want back my old Amelia, the one I could talk to, the one who made me feel like...like everything made sense."** Amelia was silent for a moment. She could hear the sincerity in his voice, the raw emo
"Amelia, just take a look at yourself. You’re staying in a man’s house who says he loves you," Chloe sneered, her voice dripping with contempt as she stood in front of Amelia, her hands on her hips, her eyes narrowed with disdain. Amelia looked down at her hands, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill. She knew Chloe’s words were meant to hurt, to cut deep, but she refused to give her the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice. "Please, I need to go upstairs." "Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!" Chloe’s voice rose, her face contorting with anger as she took a step closer to Amelia, her eyes flashing dangerously. "Do you think you have the right to talk back to me? Let me give you a warning, Amelia. You’re in way over your head." "Warning? What, huh?" Amelia finally looked up, meeting Chloe’s gaze with a steely resolve that surprised even herself. She was tired of being bullied, tired of being pushed around by this
Later that night, Amelia heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, but she didn’t care enough to go downstairs. It was as if the energy had been drained from her completely, leaving her with nothing but a hollow ache in her chest. She sat there on the bed, staring blankly at the movie playing on the screen. The bright, colorful scenes did little to lift her spirits. Instead, they only seemed to mock her with their cheerfulness, contrasting sharply with the storm brewing inside her. When Alexander walked into the house, he assumed Amelia was asleep. He moved quietly, his footsteps soft on the carpet as he made his way upstairs. He didn’t want to wake her, knowing how exhausting the past few days had been for both of them. But when he opened the door to their bedroom, he was surprised to see her sitting up in bed, her face illuminated by the flickering light of the television. She looked distant, her gaze unfocused, as if she was lost in a world far removed from the one aro