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 hospital welcomed me. I could only think about my father as I galloped towards the doctor's office. I bent slightly in response to the sharp pain I felt across my stomach, but it was nothing compared to how much I wanted to know how my father was faring. ‘What if he's dead?’ a creepy voice rang in my head but I quickly discarded the thought.
"I'm sorry, Amelia," the doctor started, his voice a symbol of professionalism, “We might lose your father if we do not embark on a surgery on him.”
“What?” I yelled, eyes widely opened.
“Your father's health is seriously deteriorating. He now suffers from congenital heart defects which require multiple organ transplants,” he announced.
“Transplant?” I yelled. “How much would that cost?”
“I'm afraid, ma'am, it's quite expensive. If there are no further complications, we should be talking about $30 million dollars here.”
The weight of the doctor's word rested on my shoulder. The harder I tried to open my mouth, the harder the words refused to form. I was emotionless. I felt numb within myself. I wanted to cry but I seemed to have run out of tears.
“How urgent is it?” I finally managed to say, afraid of what his response would be, but silently praying to find some relief from them.
“The earlier the better, Amelia. But the latest it could be is in 72 hours. You know he's been placed on a life support system for a while, which means delay might be costly,” he concluded, his voice laced in empathy.
“But… But I can't get such a whopping amount in three days, doctor,” I stuttered, looking directly into his eyes. “I do not have anyone to support me, I've taken loans which I haven't even paid back and my salary has been taken in advance. Just do something and help me please…” My throat went dry, tears streaming out of my eyes.
“I'm sorry, but there's nothing I could do about this. It's best if you get the money or…”
I cut him short, standing to my feet and making to leave. I knew he wasn't the cause of my predicament but I unleashed my frustrations on him, “I would lose my father. That's what you'd say right?”
I didn't hear him say anything as I walked out of the office. I raced to my father's hospital room to see how he was faring. I was shocked to my marrow when I saw his body, laying almost lifeless on the bed. “You wouldn't die, dad,” I said, kissing his pale hands and turning to leave for work.
Soon I was at work, I tried to sneak into my office, hoping no one would notice my lateness except the receptionist who would always do.
“You are late again, Amelia?”
I knew the voice, it was Leo’s, the CEO. I turned back, wiping my tears with the back of my hands. “I'm sorry, sir. I needed to…”
“It's alright. Just go into your office,” he said, demonstrating with his hands.
As I pushed the door open, consumed by fear and anxiety, an idea struck me. ‘Why not talk to Leo about your father? He seems nice and might be able to help,” the voice whispered.
I threw my bag to the floor, running after him as he went into his office. Not even the noisy sound of my heels would make me relent in my pursuit.
"Yeah, Amelia. I'm all ears," Leo, the CEO of Rango Electronics said as I stepped into his office. Busy as ever, he never cared to look at my face. As if he wasn't the one outside the office a few minutes ago.
“I need assistance, boss.”
He nodded, an indication that I should go on.
"I need assistance. My father, and the only family I have left is at the hospital and he is about to die,” I paused to look at his face but he didn't appear to be bulging. “The doctor said he would be needing several organ transplants which need to be done in three days' time,” I said, resolving to emotional blackmail as I let my tears flow freely.
"I'm sorry about that, Amelia. But you know this is not the best time. The company is in a financial mess at the moment. The best I could do was give you a three months salary advance, which I already did.”
I kept quiet, letting my tears flow increasingly and thinking of potential way out.
“I hope you get the money you need elsewhere,” he finalized.
The weight of his words rested on my head. I couldn't control the tears that were already gushing out of my eyes.
As I stepped towards the entrance, I felt a sharp itching on both eyes, forcing me to rub my palm vigorously against them. With my hands still glued to my eyes, I walked absentmindedly towards the door. My legs heavy, my heart aching, and vision blurry, but my determination surged above my challenges.
“One more thing, Amelia,” my boss said again, his eyes filled with all seriousness as the words escaped his lips, “Do not let your problems weigh you down, this phase shall pass,” he concluded, eyes fixed on mine.
As I turned towards the entrance again, ready to continue my journey out of the office, I felt my body make a clashing sound against something.
I opened my eyes and I couldn't believe my eyes. A sudden rush of adrenaline rushed in my body. I didn't know what to feel as I stared in awe. Fear? Excitement?
Just again, I felt a cold touch on my shoulder, such that it shocked to my marrow.
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
AMELIA'S POV“What condition is that?” Clara shouted, walking forward and ready to negotiate.He snapped his fingers, and the young man from earlier appeared again, placing a document in his hand. “Here is the condition,” he muttered.I took the paper, glancing through it with my heart racing. Clara leaned in on my shoulder, stretching to see the content of the paper. I never realized I was still standing until I saw something shocking on the paper - a contract marriage with rules attached.I looked up from the paper, his gaze locked into mine and he seemed to have read my mind correctly, seemingly answering the question that lingered on my mind. “Yes, be my wife for two years and I'll handle A-L-L of your expenses,” he grinned.For seconds, I was torn between surprise and indecisiveness. Then it began to make sense to me; he had probably inquired from Leo about the reason for my sad countenance earlier.“And the rules?” Clara asked.“Yes, the rules must be strictly adhered to: No un
AMELIA'S POV“I mean yes…I'm ready,” my voice came again. The tension in my voice couldn't be hidden. “ I'm certain you still have the address,” he said, his voice sounding as masculine as it could. “Come and sign the necessary documents.”“Clara, please I'd be back…”“I can't afford to let you make some silly decisions at this crucial time, I'm coming with you,” she fired, her words wrapped in eagerness.The journey back to the lounge was as quiet as the first one, the only difference was the anxiety of the first time. I was not so much concerned about the person's identity since I already saw him, I just wanted to have the money and save my dying father. “My rules must be strictly adhered to. I do not compromise my standards for anything, is that clear?” Nelson warned, his countenance stern and he gave an inquisitive look at Clara and I.As I placed my hands on the lifeless document, my heart beat in thousands. I battled several thoughts still. ‘What if I end up losing my father s
AMELIA'S POV As if yielding to the figure's command, my legs refused to move and my body adhered to the spot. “You are such an obedient young woman, I'm not going to have much trouble with you I guess,” the voice drew nearer and it became familiar. I felt a soft, cold touch on my body, such that I felt earlier that day, my body vibrated in response to the touch. I turned my head slightly, afraid of who the stranger would turn out to be. Alas! Nelson was standing right behind me, his face a reflection of indifference. “What are you doing here? Your driver is supposed to pick me tomorrow,” I said, as if reminding him, even with my teeth clattering in fear. "I needed to be sure you're not trying to play smart," his voice dropped in seriousness. I kept quiet, deliberately letting the silence grow. He rested his hand on my shoulder still, his intimidating height seemed to bring succor. "I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional," I tried to refrain, realizing I had unconsciously allo
NELSON'S POVMy eyes beamed with satisfaction as Bryan accompanied Amelia in. "Welcome home, contracted wife," I had wanted to say but it was a secret between just four people - Leo, Bryan, Amelia and myself. And maybe, Amelia's friend."Make sure she settles in well, and help her know her way around the mansion, my bedroom excluded," I said to Stephanie who seemed happy for reasons known only to her. "Definitely, sir," she nodded.Some moments later, dinner was ready. Preceded by Stephanie, Amelia wore a long look as she came for dinner. Her eyes, red and swollen were evidence of her continuous cry. "How is your father," I asked curtly, trying to keep my emotions in check. She heaved, hands fumbling with the fork in her hands. "He seems to be better but he's still unconscious. The doctor said he developed some complications," she paused, checking my expression before she continued. "He advised that I stay around him," she sniffed. "You can't be away from me now, I need you her
AMELIA'S POV"Get someone to stay with her father at the hospital and pay whatever cost it incurs," Nelson told Bryan as he marched away in anger. "Make sure to keep her locked in her room till I decide her punishment," he added. I remained quiet as Bryan dragged me away. His reaction revealed that he was torn between helplessness and pity. He was helpless because he couldn't act contrary to Nelson's order yet he felt pity for me. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I just have to do this," he pleaded as we drew nearer to the entrance to my room. He gave me a little push at the back and I could hear the thudding sound of the door behind me. 'You are a strong woman, you can make things happen for yourself. You don't always have to do it in people's way,' a voice swirled continuously in my head. I had a quick flashback of how everything had unfolded earlier. It was that time of the month, and I had suddenly felt the urge to use the restroom as Sandro and I were about to leave. With Nelson's a
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…
AMELIA'S POV My head pressed against the window as the car drove away. A mixed emotion swirled within me as the city light blurred in the distance against the windshield. But my mid was elsewhere, entangled between the pleasure of victory and the weight of my own plans. It had been a very long day with thousands of unexpected events. From the news about my daughter's health, to the meeting with Nelson and then Alex's appearance like a thief in the night.Nelson had been easy, too easy. He had walked right into my hands, swallowing the same medicine he had dished out for years. It had been satisfying, watching him in his helpless situation- knowing he was not in control when, in truth, and the strings were mine to pull.But Alex...I exhaled sharply, pushing my head tighter on the backrest as that was where it now rested. With Alex, it wasn’t pleasurable. It wasn’t the same game. He had forced me into something I never wanted to do. But I would play along. I was ready to play s
ALEX'S POVAccomplishment.Revenge.The words echoed in my mind as I walked away, my footsteps firm against the pavement. Behind me, Amelia moved toward her car, or maybe she just stood there, watching me go.I didn’t turn to check.The night air brushed against my skin, cool and sharp, as if trying to strip away the weight pressing on my chest. Guilt still lingered, stubborn and unshaken."This isn’t how you treat someone you claim to love, Alex."The thought came persistent and uncounted, slicing through the satisfaction I should have felt.But what choice did I have?Amelia wasn’t making this easy. Every attempt I made to fix things, to bring her back, had met a dead end. She resisted, fought me at every turn, as if she couldn't see the truth buried beneath my actions. As if we didn't have anything together in the past. I wanted her to understand. To believe that everything I did was for the best. It wasn't my fault. But she wouldn’t.She refused to see past the walls she had bu
AMELIA'S POVA feeling of restlessness rushed over me immediately he left. I paced to and fro the office, my mind reeling with uncertainty. What if it wasn't an empty threat?What if Alex meant everything he had said?Someone who was able to get informations about my whereabout even when we haven't seen in years could as well be upto something terrible.I clenched my fist, my thought spiraling. The weight of everything was unreal, yet overwhelming. My mind reeled with doubt and possibility. Fear crawled in slowly.What if Alex carried out his threat?What if I ended up losing everything?I needed to act fast, to do something. But what could I do?“Instruct the security unit to restrict Alex's exit," I put a call to my secretary immediately my senses picked the point.But my heart sank when she called back a few seconds later. “He left before they got the instruction, ma." Then my phone buzzed, a message from the same number Alex had used in calling me earlier: "Check your mailbox. Y
AMELIA'S POV“You need to take caution, Alex. We're business partners not romantic partners," I said while we were outside.“You could have convinced me of that if your reactionh signified that you didn't enjoy it,” he smiled mockingly.Of a truth, I noticed the spark of jealousy in Nelson's eyes when Alex's hand rested behind me on my seat, and I could swear I never wanted the look to disappear. But I still needed to put Alex in place, to let him respect boundaries.“What do you mean?" I asked, feigning confusion. “Everything was clear from the onset, we're doing this because I'm entitled to fulfill my obligations to you and not because of any real interest.""Well, just so you know, I saw the satisfaction on your face when you sensed the jealousy in your husband's reaction, but If that's not the case, convince me so, next time.”Jeez!This guy was some freaking psychopath. How did he read my expression so fast despite how much I had tried to conceal it?“Sure, I will. But correctio
NELSON'S POV My fingers drummed against the smooth surface of the table in front of me. My eyes darting towards the entrance every passing minute. I had arrived early not because I was eager to discuss business, but because I needed to rehearse and compose myself before facing Amelia again. Five years. That was how long it had been since we parted ways. Since I let her go, convinced that I was making the right decision. I had told myself then that I had moved on, that I made the right decision by choosing Rose over Amelia. Amelia was just another chapter in my past, reason why I told her to get rid of the baby when are told me she was pregnant. I never thought I would be seeing her again. But sitting down here, helpless and frustrated, as the clock ticked and anticipation built in my chest, I knew he was lying to myself.Then, she walked in, causing me to blink severally in order to process what I saw. Amelia was stunning. She had always been beautiful, but now, she carried hers
AMELIA'S POV Immediately he left, I turned to Sophie, my secretary, snapping my hand to necessitate the urgency in my voice. The picture of Nelson looking both stunned and surprised replayed over again. Satisfaction coursed through me and I scoffed. Then I said to Sophie:"Right away, we need to start planning on how to bring a significant change to the company financial situation in the next few weeks.""The company financial situation is excellent at the moment, ma'am. We should only focus on creating a unique brand strategy that could easily convince individuals to buy shares in our company."I smiled, patting her on the back. "You're always full of intelligence, Sophie. But I was referring to Rango group.""oh! I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. What do you want us to start with?" she asked."First we'll need to get the record of past and recent financial situation from them, then we'll look into how we can improve the situation especially through networking."Getting at Nels
AMELIA'S POV"Is she awake?" I asked again when the nurse wouldn't give an answer. She kept moving until we were only inches apart, then she stood right in front of me. Her face was masked in professionalism, then she said, "Congratulations, she's awake now?"A wave of relief washed over me. I had thought it was going to be a negative response especially with the nurse's expressionless face. "Can I see her now?" I asked, already moving towards the room. "She's sleeping at the moment, and it would be better if you let her rest for now. She has lost so much energy and she needs to regain it. But..." she shrugged. "...if you think you really need to see her, I advise that you don't do or say anything that would wake her up."With that, I didn't wait to hear anything she had left to say. I dashed towards the room, and Cynthia crawled after me, scrubbing her feet against the floor. When I got into the room, my daughter was sleeping peacefully. She looked so exhausted and I couldn't h
NELSON'S POV"What?" I screamed, eye flipped open in bewilderment. "Why the hell would they think I will allow someone else share my position all in the name of a freaking partnership?"Emily and Benita sat across from me, their gaze both resting on me, making the pressure from everything sink deeper into my body. I hated the fact that I was in this mess of a situation. I couldn't contain the rage that bubbled within me as my secretary and CFO came with the report stating the condition attached to the partnership proposal. Operating as a Co-CEO means we are going to have almost, if not equal rights in the company and we would both be involved in the decision making. "What other conditions are attached?" I asked. "They must have thought so high of themselves and their goddamned company to think of such condition."But what more could an helpless CEO do? "No other condition. That was the only condition given. But as it is, they appear strict and not ready to amend the requirements,
NELSON'S POV"What?" I screamed, eye flipped open in bewilderment. "Why the hell would they think I will allow someone else share my position all in the name of a freaking partnership?"Emily and Benita sat across from me, their gaze both resting on me, making the pressure from everything sink deeper into my body. I hated the fact that I was in this mess of a situation. I couldn't contain the rage that bubbled within me as my secretary and CFO came with the report stating the condition attached to the partnership proposal. Operating as a Co-CEO means we are going to have almost, if not equal rights in the company and we would both be involved in the decision making. "What other conditions are attached?" I asked. "They must have thought so high of themselves and their goddamned company to think of such condition."But what more could an helpless CEO do? "No other condition. That was the only condition given. But as it is, they appear strict and not ready to amend the requirements,