NELSON'S POV"You may resume duty tomorrow," I said, sending the young man away. His presence felt suffocating, causing inexplicable feelings to course through me. A flicker of doubt flashed across my face as he went away. Everything about him, except for his eyes screamed familiarity- his half- husky voice, his unstable walking steps and even the way he looked around was suspicious. The look in his eyes screamed pretence and lies. But the question lingered still: if I was right, if he was truly pretending, who could he be and what could he want? Soon, my mind drifted away from the thought of John. I remembered the inheritance I needed to claim from Linda. Time was declining fast but I didn't even have an idea yet of how I could get it. I already knew she would keep coming up with new conditions to meet each time I met the one she provided. I sighed heavily, my breath coming in a warm rush of air. I paced around the sitting room, hands tucked into my pockets, as my mind swirled f
AMELIA'S POVThe tranquility of the room was severed by the filtering noise emanating from the television. The regular evening news report was being aired. I sat there with my face glued onto the screen, but my mind was faraway. Distant. Only the faint sound of the whole thing sieved through my sense of hearing. The living room had been an unfamiliar territory to me because I had rarely sat there ever since I arrived here, staying in my room had become an obsession for me. It was now my safe haven. My comfort zone. But this time, I couldn't fathom why I stayed glued to the spot. My eyes ran over the intriguing aesthetics of the sitting room. The influence and presence of wealth could easily be felt. I couldn't deny the fact that Nelson was wealthy. A fucking billionaire. Just then, the creaking sound of the door opening filled the air. Nelson came in, his eyes looked very tiny, they were almost invincible and distant beneath his eyelids. His steps also looked strange and distorted
AMELIA'S POVAs the sound of the knock came again my heart skipped a beat, my confusion heightened. Everything felt strange, like it was programmed. As he walked towards the door, my sight suddenly became blurry. I could no longer see things clearly, as if a veil was covering my sight. And then bit by bit, my eyes drifted apart. As I slowly opened my eyes, the clear images of dream lingered still in my mind, clear as crystal. I had been with Nelson, an intimate moment, filled with ecstasy, pleasure and desire. I felt a strange feeling of lust wash over me as the scenes from the dream played in my mind nonstop. I half never seen Nelson in such a state before. It had always been his arrogant and imperious self. He even went as far as proposing marriage before the knock came in the dream. I blushed. As I pulled the sheets away, I felt a warm sensation between my thighs. Slowly, my hand found it's way down there, making me realize I had been dripping as a result of the dream. Arrg
ROSE'S POVThe silence in the room was as good as suffocating. I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers tracing around the fabric of my nightgown. The glow from the bedside lamp penetrated into my eyes, causing me to blink continuously. Nelson's voice rang in my mind, causing my heart to falter from the ache within. "You'll have to move to a separate room now, this is supposed to be my personal room." He had said the previous night. "But Nelson, I haven't..." I tried to protest but he cut me short. His voice thick with authority. "You'll do as you're told. This is my house."I used to think Nelson had trusted me from the first instance and that was why he had allowed me into his room, little did I know it was a test of my loyalty. I tossed my phone aside, the screen flashing with several calls and messages from Linda.I couldn't pick. I couldn't let her know how bad the situation was. I couldn't tell her that Nelson's attention was now being diverted to Amelia. I kicked my
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
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
ROSE'S POVThe silence in the room was as good as suffocating. I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers tracing around the fabric of my nightgown. The glow from the bedside lamp penetrated into my eyes, causing me to blink continuously. Nelson's voice rang in my mind, causing my heart to falter from the ache within. "You'll have to move to a separate room now, this is supposed to be my personal room." He had said the previous night. "But Nelson, I haven't..." I tried to protest but he cut me short. His voice thick with authority. "You'll do as you're told. This is my house."I used to think Nelson had trusted me from the first instance and that was why he had allowed me into his room, little did I know it was a test of my loyalty. I tossed my phone aside, the screen flashing with several calls and messages from Linda.I couldn't pick. I couldn't let her know how bad the situation was. I couldn't tell her that Nelson's attention was now being diverted to Amelia. I kicked my
AMELIA'S POVAs the sound of the knock came again my heart skipped a beat, my confusion heightened. Everything felt strange, like it was programmed. As he walked towards the door, my sight suddenly became blurry. I could no longer see things clearly, as if a veil was covering my sight. And then bit by bit, my eyes drifted apart. As I slowly opened my eyes, the clear images of dream lingered still in my mind, clear as crystal. I had been with Nelson, an intimate moment, filled with ecstasy, pleasure and desire. I felt a strange feeling of lust wash over me as the scenes from the dream played in my mind nonstop. I half never seen Nelson in such a state before. It had always been his arrogant and imperious self. He even went as far as proposing marriage before the knock came in the dream. I blushed. As I pulled the sheets away, I felt a warm sensation between my thighs. Slowly, my hand found it's way down there, making me realize I had been dripping as a result of the dream. Arrg
AMELIA'S POVThe tranquility of the room was severed by the filtering noise emanating from the television. The regular evening news report was being aired. I sat there with my face glued onto the screen, but my mind was faraway. Distant. Only the faint sound of the whole thing sieved through my sense of hearing. The living room had been an unfamiliar territory to me because I had rarely sat there ever since I arrived here, staying in my room had become an obsession for me. It was now my safe haven. My comfort zone. But this time, I couldn't fathom why I stayed glued to the spot. My eyes ran over the intriguing aesthetics of the sitting room. The influence and presence of wealth could easily be felt. I couldn't deny the fact that Nelson was wealthy. A fucking billionaire. Just then, the creaking sound of the door opening filled the air. Nelson came in, his eyes looked very tiny, they were almost invincible and distant beneath his eyelids. His steps also looked strange and distorted
NELSON'S POV"You may resume duty tomorrow," I said, sending the young man away. His presence felt suffocating, causing inexplicable feelings to course through me. A flicker of doubt flashed across my face as he went away. Everything about him, except for his eyes screamed familiarity- his half- husky voice, his unstable walking steps and even the way he looked around was suspicious. The look in his eyes screamed pretence and lies. But the question lingered still: if I was right, if he was truly pretending, who could he be and what could he want? Soon, my mind drifted away from the thought of John. I remembered the inheritance I needed to claim from Linda. Time was declining fast but I didn't even have an idea yet of how I could get it. I already knew she would keep coming up with new conditions to meet each time I met the one she provided. I sighed heavily, my breath coming in a warm rush of air. I paced around the sitting room, hands tucked into my pockets, as my mind swirled f
AMELIA'S POV Nelson's fierce hand gripped my wrist, circling in it a way that made me tremble. What did I do wrong? "Let me go," I protested, wriggling my body beside his. But he never cared, not a bit. His strong arms were too strong for me to take off. He dragged me up the stairs, making me run to catch up with his pace, my breath coming in quick succession. As we got to the landing, he stopped, his burning eyes seemed to consume me as he steadied them on me. "Now listen," he started, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. A flicker of attraction quickly flashed in my eyes but I quickly pushed it aside. He didn't even care about me so it wasn't worth it. "You should mind the way you dress around here. Are you also blind to see that I have a fucking male visitor?" he said again but this time his emotion was unreadable. He did so well to conceal them. Was this coming from a place of jealousy? Was he really protective right now? All of a sudden? I could fee
ALEX'S POVMy heart suddenly skipped a beat as a feeling of what felt like recognition crept onto me. I suddenly felt a sense of restlessness which I couldn't even comprehend. Every thought in my mind pointed towards one thing:Amelia!The woman which belonged to me before I left the city? Could she be the one? I still couldn't contain my surprise as I sat there absentmindedly. "Well, sorry about that, John..." he said, jerking me off from my state of unconsciousness as he came back. Still his gaze rested on me, as if he was trying to see through my disguise. I knew I needed to try harder. I leaned backwards, restoring my body position to its initial manner. "That was not a problem, sir," I responded, giving it my best to conceal my voice. "I understand how much everyone tries to protect what belongs to them, and why most people quest for vengeance if by any means, what belongs to them is taken."My eyes locked with his in a sideways gaze as the words carefully escaped my lips. I
ALEX'S POVMy heart suddenly skipped a beat as a feeling of what felt like recognition crept onto me. I suddenly felt a sense of restlessness which I couldn't even comprehend. Every thought in my mind pointed towards one thing:Amelia!The woman which belonged to me before I left the city? Could she be the one? I still couldn't contain my surprise as I sat there absentmindedly. "Well, sorry about that, John..." he said, jerking me off from my state of unconsciousness as he came back. Still his gaze rested on me, as if he was trying to see through my disguise. I knew I needed to try harder. I leaned backwards, restoring my body position to its initial manner. "That was not a problem, sir," I responded, giving it my best to conceal my voice. "I understand how much everyone tries to protect what belongs to them, and why most people quest for vengeance if by any means, what belongs to them is taken."My eyes locked with his in a sideways gaze as the words carefully escaped my lips. I
ALEX'S POV "An exquisite space, VIP section, three days." I handed my debit card over to the receptionist. "Checking in immediately.""Sure sir," she nodded. After a few moments, we were done with the process. "The address has been texted, come over immediately," I said to the receiver on the other end. Soon, a gentle knock hit on the door, followed by a gentle push. A young man appeared behind the door. With his appearance, he should be in his late twenties. I steadied my gaze on him as if I could pierce into his soul with my gaze"I want to believe you could be trusted," I asked, my face turning sour. "Absolutely, sir. I don't usually do this, it was just...you can trust me anyways," he replied, confidence looming over him. But I still really convinced. I gnashed, leaning closer to him. "Just so you know, I don't forgive betrayal." I was warned,gnashing teeth. "I would rather have you leave now and we pretend as if this conversation never ensued than have you find out that you
AMELIA'S POV It was such a long but fulfilling night. The type I haven't had in months. I slept soundly, as if I had no worries in the world. Slowly, I shook myself out of the haze which loomed over me, my neck ached in response to the sharp turn I made. The previous day was such a crazy one but I loved how it ended. A perfect example of happy ending. My phone buzzed; Clara. "Hey baby... Congratulations, I saw the news. You made the headlines..." I cut her short, my mind swirling with a mix of surprise and confusion. "News? Headlines? " I snapped. "What news?" The line went quiet for a moment. "Common! You know you don't have to pretend to me right?" she insisted. I sat up on the bed, "I'm not pretending, clara. I really don't know what you're talking about." "Well, since you badly need clarifications," she said again, her voice more calculated now. "Congratulations on finally being the billionaire's wife. I saw how you cleverly handled the situation and answered the que