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…
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
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
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 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 POVI should have never come, gathering and crowded places weren’t my thing. The laughter, the endless chatter, the forced social interactions, I never felt comfortable in these spaces. But when my secretary had slipped the invitation onto my desk weeks ago with an expectant smile, I couldn’t refuse. She had worked for me for over three years. She was loyal, dedicated. The least I could do was show up for her big day.Here I was, seated at the far end of a round table, sipping on a drink I barely touched. People danced, chattered, laughed and moved all around, losing themselves in the activities. I checked my watch. 2:30 PM. Still too early to leave.I scanned the room, looking for the right moment to disappear. She was still busy entertaining guests, the couple was glowing with happiness, and no one would notice if I slipped out quietly. But leaving abruptly felt rude, and despite my discomfort, I had given my word that I would be here.‘I was already here,’ I thought, ‘
ALEX'S POVThe whiskey burned down my throat with speed, but I barely felt it, not even as I swallowed hard. It's been over a week since the doctor broke the devastating news to me. His face was a mask of professionalism as he told me I had two years to live.At first, it didn't register, or maybe it did but I didn't want to believe it. I had shrugged it off, got myself drowned in other stuff, while convincing myself it wasn't real. It wouldn't be.Amelia's soothing words were also comforting. “Medical analyses are not always accurate," she had told me after we left the doctor's office that day.But since then, with each passing day, the weight of those words pressed down on my shoulders, dragging deeper than I had expected.Now, here I was, in a dimly lit bar on the outskirts of town, trying to act as if alcohol could erase the reality clawing at me or the pain which burned in my chest. I gulped another shot, surrendering my body to the effect that accompanied it down my throat. I
AMELIA'S POV“How do you feel now, Mr Alex?" The doctor immediately asked us to take our seats. His face was masked in professionalism and empathy. Alex's voice was strained as he answered, lacking the usual rigor and liviness it used to possess.“I think I'm better now, doctor." I stole a glance at Alex, making a vivid comparison with his present look and how he looked while he spoke to me earlier in my office. He was now a shadow of himself. I had thought it was going to be something fatal when we had rushed him into the hospital earlier. His eyes were totally shut, his hands pale and his breath had started to decline. All thanks to the quick intervention from the doctor, it might have been a different case.“You should take your drugs as prescribed and regularly." He slid his hands into his drawer and brought out an envelope.He stared at Alex, then he shifted it to meet my gaze. I've been to hospitals enough times to decipher that doctors only wear such looks when they are ab
AMELIA'S POV“Have you forgotten that I'm your personal assistant? You should inform me about things like that?" Alex declared, raising his voice.Annoying was an understatement in qualifying how he looked right now. What did he think of himself? Not even the fact that staff and workers were probably hearing him made him drop his voice a bit.I kept quiet, my eyes fixed on the document on my desk, but my mind was not focused on it. My mind was distorted, disorganized, weaving back to the past, considering how I could have done it better.I shouldn't have included Alex in the affairs of my life? I should have avoided him at all costs. But it was difficult, I didn't have any choice at that time.“Look, Amelia. You would have to fire that lady, I do not consent to you employing her. She looks suspicious, don't you see?" He said again, the tempo of his voice increasing. His right hand in his pocket and his left hand demonstrated as he spoke.I was trying so hard, giving it my best, fighti
AMELIA'S POVIt's been a crazy day full of several activities. First it started with waking up late, then the applicant with the accent.A fast replay of everything flashed in my mind. The way she looked both amazing and subtly mischievous continued to amaze me.Then the meeting with the board members. The meeting was a stark contrast to my expectation. The board members showed their displeasure in my partnership with another company. At first I thought it was because they were not involved, but with time, I realized they were more concerned about the economic situation of the company.“I think it's not such a good idea to have partnered with another company at this moment,” one of them had objected.While I was trying to address the opinion, someone's voice broke out again."With due respect, Ms. CEO, it's not so pleasant to think that the company is offering to take charge of 65% of another company's financial costs.”For minutes, the hall was an abode for arguments, everyone thro
ISABELLA'S POVI slid my hand into my pocket, fumbling for my phone. I couldn't believe I could get so mad the way I did some moments ago. I wished I saw through the trick in Carmella's words and didn't say so much to her.“I'm sorry, Carmmy," I said, reaching for her hand and giving her a friendly pat. She was my kid sister after all, she deserved baby treatment.“It's okay. We owe this to mom, right? We should give it our best."I nodded, putting a call to Grey."Come right away,” I snapped."I think we should talk to Sandro now,” I turned to Carmella after I had ended the call with Grey. She tilted her head slightly, gazing upwards as if she was considering what I said.“That's a good one. I'm just skeptical about Sandro for some odd reasons," she answered. "We should be careful with every action we take, no gambling should be done. Sandro could be bought over easily,” she concluded.“You have a point." The room was filled with silence afterwards. The weight of what she said res
CARMELLA'S POV“Tell me, baby, how did it go?" Isabella wouldn't let me sit before bombarding me with questions. I ignored her, slumping into the most available space on the sofa. My arms grabbed my heels, and with alarming swiftness, I threw them off my feet.A choking discomfort at the sides of my stomach reminded me that my shirt was still tucked in. I let out a soft whisper, rested my head on the sofa, mouth opened wide in exhaustion as I pulled out the shirt." Not even a welcome. You don't want to go back to high school to learn etiquettes, right?” I glared at Isabella, who stood over me. She looked obviously not concerned about the discomfort I was battling, she just wanted answers.“Well, well. I apologize. I was just… I was overwhelmed by the eagerness to know the outcome," she said, looking sober now.She disappeared for a few minutes, then she returned with a bottle of half consumed wine and a glass.“Here, have this," she said. “This should calm your nerves."It didn't
AMELIA'S POV The door pushed open before I could even ask whoever it was to come in. I straightened my body as much as I could. A silent painful moan escaped my lips as I struggled to balance my breath and my fluctuating chest. My eyeballs rolled from one end to the other when I saw Mitchelle come in.“Yeah?...” I said as my secretary came in, looking calm as always, exuding a smile that contrasted with my raging heart. I nearly forced a smile to hide my emotions.“I'm sorry ma,” she said noticing my unstable condition, her fingers knitted into one another, “wanted to remind you of the meeting scheduled with the board members.”Yeah. The meeting.I wasn't surprised that I had totally forgotten about the meeting which was supposed to hold a few hours away, a lot had been on my mind lately. Ever since Nelson officially agreed and signed the partnership proposal, I hadn't informed any of my board members.Although I was the CEO and I could carry out certain actions without their invol
AMELIA'S POVThe following morning, my alarm rang three consecutive times before I finally woke up. The previous day had undoubtedly being a toxic one with a touch of amazing experiences, but Daisy's intelligent act had made the difference.I sprang to my feet after the third ring of the alarm. Daisy was already being dressed for school. It was going to be a long day and I needed to prepare well for it. I hurried through my bath, my body seemed to smoothen as the cold water cascaded down my skin, washing away my worries in a temporary manner.Soon I was done, I hurried through my coffee- a daily routine I never dared to miss no matter how hasty I was.“Thank you for taking care of me last night,” I said to Daisy as I wrapped her in a warm embrace, squatting to match her height. “Remember to be a good girl at school. Mommy loves you.”“I love you too…Miss CEO,” she shouted after me.Such a naughty baby girl, I thought.The ride to the office was smooth as I pictured the events of the