NELSON'S POVFor moments longer, I couldn't overcome the feeling from what I just did. Or should I say what we just did. I stole a glance at Amelia, her face portrayed indifference but from the little moment, I could tell she enjoyed every ounce of what we did. Ever since Amelia got into my house, I haven't felt anything close to what I felt some moments ago. Not even when she was dressed in the most sexy way. I lean farther from her, thoughts ravaging between why I felt so much attracted to her. I felt the urge to say something to Amelia, at least to clear the air but I didn't know what to say. "You know," I started, trying to break the tension, "That moment back there. I let out a warm breath, shaking my head. "We were never supposed to be anything more than a contract..." Amelia cut me short, "What? It's fine," she snapped. Amelia nodded, her gaze still fixed ahead. "I know what you want to say. You never thought you'd see me that way, I didn’t think you’d ever see me that way
NELSON'S POVI sat at the breakfast table, the aroma of fresh coffee and toast filling the air, but I barely noticed the meal. My fork clinked severally against the plate, pushing the scrambled eggs around in frustration. My mind was elsewhere, consumed by the thought of the property that should have been mine but was not due to my father's weakness. I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the frustration, but it wore on like a dark cloud. I glanced at Amelia, her faint smile a stark contrast to the turmoil inside of me. As I sat there at the table, Amelia's gaze seemed to pierce into my soul. I knew what she felt. It was only last night since we made out and she expected a little bit of calmness than before. "I want to talk to you, Nelson," she said but the words made my ears itch. I fumbled for my phone in my chest pocket and once I found it, I was gone. I had no choice. At least not anymore. The doors of desperation seemed to be closing around me. My father's survival,
AMELIA'S POVThe sound of approaching footsteps on the stairs jilted me back to the moments. Only then did I realize how much I had wandered into my thoughts. Almost immediately, I heard Nelson's voice. "Where are you going?" his voice thickened with uncertainty as it cuts through the silence of the house. Curiosity settled on me as I heard those words, but not only that, a response that was clouded in a female voice heightened my eagerness."To unpack..." the voice had responded. I was more than ready to dig deep, just enough to know who she was. I mean who could have spoken to Nelson with so much confidence when I could barely look him in the eyes. I pushed the door open, my bare feet clicking against the cold floor. But rather than see a quite younger girl; maybe her niece or cousin. But no! A matured lady was ascending the stairs. She looked fragile and pale, like a glass at the edge of breaking. Her left hand clenched tightly to the bag she was holding, and her shoulders t
AMELIA'S POVBut as I looked into his eyes, my heart fainted. His gaze moved from me to Rose, he seemed confused. But there was something hidden that he wasn't showing. I turned around quickly, trying to see the expression on Rose's face but I was caught off guard. Rose's eyes had suddenly turned red and her cheeks flooded with tears. Her once courageous expression had suddenly turned sober and pitiful. “What’s going on here?” he demanded again, this time more impatiently, with his voice low and guarded.Before I could say anything, Rose turned to him, her lips curling into a pitiful smile. "Oh Nelson," she began in a soft tone. "Amelia and I were just clearing the air. I mean I was only trying to familiarize myself, but she took it seriously," she said amidst her programmed tears. Clearing the air? My fists clenched at her lies. I opened my mouth to speak, but Nelson’s attention seemed to have drifted entirely to her. His eyes still glued to her empathetically. He stepped close
ROSE'S POVI hurried my steps up the stairs just as if I needed to be so fast before he changed his mind and sent me out of his house. My steps calculated and my mind reminisced on what had just happened now, I couldn't help but feel vulnerable and used. "But it's worth it," I assured myself, remembering the incident that led me into this act. "After all, everyone deserves a taste of betrayal and heartbreak," I muttered. Gradually, waves of memories came hitting against me like a train on the runway. Bit by bit, cold as ever, the traumatizing pieces came together again and I remembered how I had gotten into this trapping situation. ***FLASHBACK I had never imagined a day like this in my life. Or that my day could ever end like this. One minute, I was dragging myself to the comfort of my home after another exhausting day at work. The next, I couldn't hold back any piece of it as my life came crumbling right before my eyes. Like a bullet hitting its target, the sound hit me first a
AMELIA'S POV“Could you drive faster, please?” I screamed at the taxi driver carelessly. “I am, ma'am. There's a speed limit around here, it is a Government Reserved Avenue,” the young man stated pleadingly.It wasn't that the car was moving so slow but the urge to get to the hospital consumed my reasoning. I looked at my reflection through the interior rearview mirror and I could see pain and grief written all over my face.The only thing which remained unchanged about me was my blood-red lip gloss. That has been the only lip gloss I apply whenever I go to work. I sent a glance towards my wrist watch, I realized I was 35 minutes late for work. But that wasn't what mattered most now. I had almost gotten ready for work when my phone rang, it was the hospital number. “Come to the hospital now, your father's health keeps getting worse,” the voice said sharply.“Arrgh! Finally,” I grunted as I alighted from the taxi, handing a note to the driver. The strong aseptic scent of the hospita
NELSON'S POV“But dad, I'm already 28, what else is the problem? Didn't you say I'd be legalized as the heir to your inheritance when I clock 22?” I snapped at my father, my eyes burning with anger.“But your mom says you must get married, son,” he replied pleadingly. “You see it's for your best, we need to ensure that you grow into a responsible child.”I kept quiet, I didn't say anything to his last words. Somehow I was angry at my father but I wasn't sure why. Maybe because he was too lenient to have allowed a woman control his life or because he couldn't fight to protect his son's interest, perhaps, because she was not my biological mother?Growing up, my father had always been too gentle. Unlike other rich business men that I knew who were always powerful and ruthless, my dad was the complete opposite.“I can't continue with this, dad. Why can't you all consider my interest too? Would you have me marry the wrong partner because of inheritance?”“Your mother knows best. You shoul
AMELIA'S POV “Hey, you don't look alright. You are crying too much,” the man said, bringing an end to my moment of wonder.The presence of this man got me captivated and glued to the spot. His towering height, his muscular arms and broad chest sent shivers to my body.“I'm fine,” I finally managed to respond before reaching for the door. “And… I'm sorry for bumping into you.”“It's alright,” he waved, a devilish smirk playing on his lips.I reached for the door in a hurry, humiliated by my reaction. I knew I admired the man but I secretly prayed he didn't read through my actions.Soon, the day's work was over. I picked my bag and was ready to leave the office. Frustration settled on me again. Fresh as ever I remembered that my father had less than 68 hours to live if I didn't get the money.I took a taxi and headed to Clara's place. At least , “ a problem shared is half solved they say.”“Hey, shaddy,” Clara said. That was her way of addressing me fondly. I didn't say anything, I sa
ROSE'S POVI hurried my steps up the stairs just as if I needed to be so fast before he changed his mind and sent me out of his house. My steps calculated and my mind reminisced on what had just happened now, I couldn't help but feel vulnerable and used. "But it's worth it," I assured myself, remembering the incident that led me into this act. "After all, everyone deserves a taste of betrayal and heartbreak," I muttered. Gradually, waves of memories came hitting against me like a train on the runway. Bit by bit, cold as ever, the traumatizing pieces came together again and I remembered how I had gotten into this trapping situation. ***FLASHBACK I had never imagined a day like this in my life. Or that my day could ever end like this. One minute, I was dragging myself to the comfort of my home after another exhausting day at work. The next, I couldn't hold back any piece of it as my life came crumbling right before my eyes. Like a bullet hitting its target, the sound hit me first a
AMELIA'S POVBut as I looked into his eyes, my heart fainted. His gaze moved from me to Rose, he seemed confused. But there was something hidden that he wasn't showing. I turned around quickly, trying to see the expression on Rose's face but I was caught off guard. Rose's eyes had suddenly turned red and her cheeks flooded with tears. Her once courageous expression had suddenly turned sober and pitiful. “What’s going on here?” he demanded again, this time more impatiently, with his voice low and guarded.Before I could say anything, Rose turned to him, her lips curling into a pitiful smile. "Oh Nelson," she began in a soft tone. "Amelia and I were just clearing the air. I mean I was only trying to familiarize myself, but she took it seriously," she said amidst her programmed tears. Clearing the air? My fists clenched at her lies. I opened my mouth to speak, but Nelson’s attention seemed to have drifted entirely to her. His eyes still glued to her empathetically. He stepped close
AMELIA'S POVThe sound of approaching footsteps on the stairs jilted me back to the moments. Only then did I realize how much I had wandered into my thoughts. Almost immediately, I heard Nelson's voice. "Where are you going?" his voice thickened with uncertainty as it cuts through the silence of the house. Curiosity settled on me as I heard those words, but not only that, a response that was clouded in a female voice heightened my eagerness."To unpack..." the voice had responded. I was more than ready to dig deep, just enough to know who she was. I mean who could have spoken to Nelson with so much confidence when I could barely look him in the eyes. I pushed the door open, my bare feet clicking against the cold floor. But rather than see a quite younger girl; maybe her niece or cousin. But no! A matured lady was ascending the stairs. She looked fragile and pale, like a glass at the edge of breaking. Her left hand clenched tightly to the bag she was holding, and her shoulders t
NELSON'S POVI sat at the breakfast table, the aroma of fresh coffee and toast filling the air, but I barely noticed the meal. My fork clinked severally against the plate, pushing the scrambled eggs around in frustration. My mind was elsewhere, consumed by the thought of the property that should have been mine but was not due to my father's weakness. I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the frustration, but it wore on like a dark cloud. I glanced at Amelia, her faint smile a stark contrast to the turmoil inside of me. As I sat there at the table, Amelia's gaze seemed to pierce into my soul. I knew what she felt. It was only last night since we made out and she expected a little bit of calmness than before. "I want to talk to you, Nelson," she said but the words made my ears itch. I fumbled for my phone in my chest pocket and once I found it, I was gone. I had no choice. At least not anymore. The doors of desperation seemed to be closing around me. My father's survival,
NELSON'S POVFor moments longer, I couldn't overcome the feeling from what I just did. Or should I say what we just did. I stole a glance at Amelia, her face portrayed indifference but from the little moment, I could tell she enjoyed every ounce of what we did. Ever since Amelia got into my house, I haven't felt anything close to what I felt some moments ago. Not even when she was dressed in the most sexy way. I lean farther from her, thoughts ravaging between why I felt so much attracted to her. I felt the urge to say something to Amelia, at least to clear the air but I didn't know what to say. "You know," I started, trying to break the tension, "That moment back there. I let out a warm breath, shaking my head. "We were never supposed to be anything more than a contract..." Amelia cut me short, "What? It's fine," she snapped. Amelia nodded, her gaze still fixed ahead. "I know what you want to say. You never thought you'd see me that way, I didn’t think you’d ever see me that way
AMELIA'S POVI didn't wait a second longer, I hurried out of the room. But as I went farther from where he laid, I couldn't get over the feeling of fear and guilt that had clung onto me. Maybe I shouldn't have pushed him. "Don't go, Amelia. I promise to make everything up to you…" I could hear his faint voice but it wasn't going to change anything. Not even the pain that accompanied his words could stop me at the moment. Outside, my eyes were welcomed by the approaching darkness of the night. But the darkness was nothing compared to the weight of trouble that I carried within. My shoulder slumped uncontrollably and my head threatened to break from aching. I ran forward still, determined not to let my problem weigh me down, I approached where Bryan had parked the car earlier."The car was here," I said to myself as I rotated on the same axis, hoping I wasn't dreaming. I rubbed my palm against my eyes, to be sure it was real. Only then did I realize the balls of sweat that had gathere
NELSON'S POVA burning sensation traveled through my veins as I stood there in anger and bitterness. The air thickened with tension as I tried to contain my fury. "You are not going to manipulate me into marrying anyone, I'm a man of my own life," my jaws clenched as I gave a befitting response to her statement. "The necessary documents should be ready by the time I'll be coming here again," I said and made to leave.I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles still ached from the hard pressing against the couch. Memories of my step mother smiling manipulatively stirred in my mind. I couldn't help but be amazed at her audacity, trying to control me like a puppet on strings. As I sped down the winding road, my speed increased, and my vision suddenly began to blur away. Darkness gradually crept in and everything began to fade. My emotions cut through me like a flowing river. Just then my phone buzzed. Checking the caller ID, it was Linda. With my frustration still fresh, I te
I stood there dejected. I stared blankly at the picture of me that hung on the wall and my headache in response to the agony I felt. I felt some strange movement across my feet to my waist, which made me feel so numb. Such that I felt the day the doctor told me about the surgery.“Promise you what!” I bellowed, hands clutching my chest as if to suppress the sudden pain that I just developed. “I would be a fool to trust you again. You've been lying to me, father. How could you?” I stated, tears streaming down my cheeks.My father dragged towards me, his movement frail and infirm. “Amelia, things are not the way you think. The document is not about you,” he rubbed his hands across his eyes as if fighting back some tears. I moved closer to him, my eyes red from tears yet burning with anger. “So who is it about? Tell me all you have been hiding.”The tension in the room sprouted dense, our gaze locked onto each other as I anticipated his next words with my heart beating in thousands.“Am
AMELIA'S POV"We don't have much time now, this will continue some other time," Nelson interrupted the journalist, salvaging the situation. He stood still, anger emanating from his eyes. He walked towards me, and his steps uncontrolled. My heart pounded so hard as he came closer with fists clenched. But rather than yell, his eyes softened as he came closer to me, and his lips parted into a dry smile."We should go now, darling. We have several appointments, remember? The journalists will be here next time, " he said to me. He stretched out his hand, reaching out for mine in a romantic manner. I hesitated but finally gave him my hand and he dragged me gently into the car. His eyes portrayed affection but I understood the stunt he was pulling. He wanted the arrangement to remain a secret. Back in the car, Nelson exhaled occasionally, and his eyes bloodshot. "How else do I have to warn you not to talk when I don't ask you to?" "But it's the truth," I retorted defiantly. "I needed to…