Chloe received a call early that morning, her phone ringing insistently as the day began. She picked up with a mix of curiosity and anticipation, eager to hear what new developments had occurred. On the other end of the line, a voice detailed everything about Amelia's recent behavior, including her interactions and the current state of affairs. As Chloe listened, her smile grew wider. She had been carefully orchestrating her plan, and this information confirmed that everything was falling perfectly into place. Amelia’s actions, or lack thereof, were precisely what Chloe had anticipated, and she felt a surge of satisfaction. The plan was working, and success seemed just within reach. The next morning, Mark was restless. The sense of urgency and frustration that had been building inside him finally reached a boiling point. He decided it was time to confront Amelia directly and address the issues that had been causing him so much distress. He had tried to reach out to her through calls
“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
One of them was Chloe’s—angry, sharp. The other, male, unfamiliar.Alexander’s stomach tightened. Who was with her? He quickened his steps but hesitated before reaching the door, his instincts urging caution. Instead of barging in, he moved quietly, staying hidden just out of sight. Peeking through the gap, he saw them—Chloe and a man he didn’t recognize, standing uncomfortably close to each other.The man’s voice was low but intense, carrying a weight that sent a shiver down Alexander’s spine. “You know why I’m here, Chloe,” George said, his eyes dark and full of intent. “I want my son. I want Jackson back.”Chloe’s reaction was immediate. Her laughter was harsh, sharp, and laced with disbelief. It was the kind of laugh that came not from humor, but from pure anger.“Your son?” she spat, stepping toward him with a fierceness Alexander had never seen in her before. “You mean the son I raised all by myself? The son you left behind the moment I told you I was pregnant?” Her voice rose w
Chloe was just about to step out of her house when she heard a knock at the door. Confused, she called out, "Who is it?"Silence. No response.Frowning, she cautiously approached the door, her heart beginning to race. When she opened it, her eyes widened in shock."George?" she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.George stood there, a smirk playing on his lips. He looked the same but different—rougher around the edges, more intense. There was something dangerous in his gaze."Surprised to see me?" he asked with a cocky tilt to his head."What are you doing here?" Chloe’s voice was sharp, trying to mask the flutter of nerves building in her chest."Can't I come in?" he asked, his tone teasing.She hesitated, scanning his face for a sign of what he wanted. "Fine," she said stiffly, stepping aside. "Come in."George strolled into the living room, looking around as though he owned the place. Chloe closed the door and turned to face him, folding her arms defensively."What do you wan
Amelia barely heard her. All she could think about was the baby, the life growing inside her. She prayed silently that everything would be okay, that this wasn’t the end of her pregnancy, that her baby would be safe. As the hospital came into view, the driver honked the horn urgently, signaling the medical staff. By the time they pulled up to the emergency entrance, nurses and doctors were already rushing out with a stretcher. The maid quickly helped them lift Amelia out of the car and onto the stretcher. “Please… the baby…” Amelia murmured as the medical team hurried. “We’ve got you, one of the nurses said, her voice calm but firm. “We’re going to take care of you and your baby. The hospital doors swung shut behind them, leaving the maid and driver outside, watching with worried expressions as Amelia was whisked away. Alexander stormed into the hospital with a look of intense worry etched across his face. His usual calm, collected demeanor was replaced by a frantic urgency a
Amelia’s vision blurred with tears as she struggled to push herself up, but the pain in her stomach was too much. She shouted for help, her voice desperate as she lay on the floor, terrified for her unborn child. But Chloe didn’t care. She stood there, watching Amelia suffer with cold indifference. After a few moments, she turned on her heel and walked out of the house, her heels clicking against the floor as if nothing had happened. The front door slammed shut behind her, and the sound echoed in the now-empty hallway. Amelia’s cries for help echoed through the hallways. Her voice, weak but filled with desperation, finally reached the maid, who rushed into the living room. The sight of Amelia on the floor sent a chill down the maid’s spine. She dropped to her knees, her hands trembling as she gently shook Amelia. "Mrs. Amelia! Oh my God, what happened? Are you okay?" The maid’s voice was frantic as she tried to help Amelia sit up. Amelia winced as she held onto her belly, her brea
The house was quiet, a peaceful stillness that Amelia had grown to appreciate in the last few months. She sat in her bedroom, sorting through baby clothes, organizing the nursery for the little one growing inside her. Her hand rested on her round belly as she smiled softly, feeling the slight kicks of the baby. Things had been calm, and despite the tensions with Chloe still looming in the background, Amelia had felt a sense of peace in recent weeks. Suddenly, the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway snapped Amelia out of her reverie. She furrowed her brow, wondering who could be arriving at this time. Alexander was at work, and there were no deliveries scheduled for today. Curious, she pushed herself up from the bed, her movements slow and careful as her pregnancy had advanced significantly. Amelia made her way to the window and peered outside. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw an unfamiliar car parked in the driveway. The sleek, black vehicle gleamed in the sunlight, and
“Ms. Chloe,” Donovan said smoothly, his voice deep and authoritative as he gestured toward the chair in front of him. His dark eyes were locked onto hers, unwavering, assessing her from the moment she walked in. “Maya has told me about your situation. Please, have a seat.” Chloe sat down, her movements deliberate, her spine straight as if a rod was keeping her upright. “I’m glad Maya could make this happen on such short notice,” Chloe began, her voice steady. She wasn’t sure if Donovan was someone she could fully trust yet, but she knew Maya wouldn’t have connected her to anyone less than the best. Donovan waved a hand dismissively, leaning back slightly in his leather chair, exuding a calm confidence that seemed to fill the room. As if short notice and high-pressure situations were something he handled daily. “She’s a good friend,” he said, his tone even, “and she knows how to get things moving. Now, tell me exactly what you want.” Chloe took a deep breath, her mind laser-focus
Her friend had been equally shocked to learn that Amelia was pregnant. Chloe had tried to play it off like she already knew, but the truth was, she hadn’t. It stung, even if she didn’t want to admit it. The idea of Alexander starting a new family, having another child with Amelia, made her feel irrelevant, like a forgotten chapter in his life. But that was about to change. As Chloe continued to browse her phone, she wondered what Alexander would think when he found out about her plan. Would he fight back, or would he let her take Jackson without a struggle? No, she knew Alexander better than that. He would fight, but that didn’t scare her. She was ready for whatever was coming. Her hand hovered over a contact name—an old acquaintance who worked in law. She hesitated for a moment, then pressed the call button. The phone rang twice before a familiar voice answered. “Hello?” the voice said, sounding surprised to hear from her. “Hey, it’s Chloe,” she said, her voice calm and col
When they finally finished their meal, Sarah gave Chloe a quick hug before they parted ways. “Take care of yourself, Chloe,” she said before disappearing down the street. Chloe stood there for a moment, watching her friend walk away, before slowly heading back to her car. Her mind was buzzing with thoughts, plans, and questions. All this time, she had been thinking about how to get back into her son’s life, how to restore her place in Alexander’s world. And now she found out that Amelia was pregnant? It changed everything. Back at home, Chloe threw her shopping bags onto the couch and sank into a chair, her mind still reeling. She hadn’t expected this. The idea of Amelia carrying Alexander’s child gnawed at her, twisting something deep inside her chest. She could feel old feelings resurfacing—resentment, jealousy, anger. All the emotions she had tried to suppress were bubbling to the surface. She paced back and forth across the living room, trying to think of her next move. Alex
The next day, Chloe felt an unusual sense of freedom as she stepped out of her house and into the world that had continued without her for over four months. It was strange being out after so long, seeing the everyday bustle of people going about their lives, unaware of the turmoil that had been happening behind the scenes in hers. She took a deep breath, feeling the cool breeze brush against her skin, and smiled faintly. Today, she decided, she would reclaim a small piece of her old life. She went shopping first, driving through the city with a newfound purpose. Chloe had always had a taste for luxury, and although her current situation wasn’t ideal, she wasn’t about to give up on the things that had once made her feel powerful. Stopping by her favorite boutique, she spent hours perusing the racks of designer clothes, trying on outfit after outfit. It felt like a quiet rebellion against the world she had been trapped in for so long. As she walked down the busy streets with several s