Amelia POVThe woman in the mirror looked nothing like the person I once dreamed of becoming. Dream? Did I just say dream? It was something I couldn’t afford.I hardly recognized the woman before me, her—eyes swollen and rimmed red, hair tangled from restless nights, and a face that held no joy. I had become a shadow of myself, and today was no different. Today, I would take one more step down a path I never chose.I stared at the simple, ivory wedding gown that hung on my slender frame. It wasn’t the gown of a bride anticipating her happiest day, but a cold symbol of my captivity. My hands trembled as I adjusted the veil. This wasn’t how I imagined my wedding day—no laughter, no love, no one to hold my hand and tell me it would be okay. Just the suffocating silence and the crushing weight of duty.“Amelia!” My mother’s sharp voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Stop dawdling and get out here. You don’t want to embarrass yourself more than you already do.”I flinched at her words, as
Amelia POVThe knock on the door startled me awake. For a brief moment, I had forgotten where I was—forgotten the weight of the ring on my finger and the cold reality of my new life. But the moment was fleeting. The knock came again, louder this time, and I knew I couldn’t ignore it.Dragging myself out of bed, I opened the door to find a maid standing there, her expression unreadable.“Mrs. Cole,” she said, her voice soft but firm, “Mr. Cole has instructed me to have you pack your things and move into his room.”The blood drained from my face. His room? The thought of sharing a space with Maxwell sent shivers down my spine.My mind raced back to the nickname Lisa had so gleefully thrown around—the Beast of Cole Industries. The fear coiled in my stomach like a living thing. What if he lost his temper? What if he decided to harm me? What if he decided I was no longer useful to me and killed me? Would anyone care if he did?Then it hit me, “Why would anyone care if I’m alive or not! I’m
Amelia POVThe night stretched on endlessly. The clock on the wall ticked louder with every passing second, and its glowing numbers—12:15 a.m.—mocked me with their stillness. Maxwell wasn’t home. Again. It’s been two days since we got married and I haven’t seen him.I paced the room, the vastness of the mansion swallowing every sound except my restless footsteps. The staff moved about with mechanical efficiency, their faces betraying nothing. No one seemed worried about Maxwell’s absence, almost as if his late-night disappearances were a routine.But for me, this wasn’t normal.I hated how the unease coiled in my chest. I hated that I was waiting up for him, a man who had made it painfully clear that he wanted nothing to do with me. But most of all, I hated how my heart clenched at the thought of him out there, battling demons I didn’t yet understand.I didn’t know why I waited for him. I thought to myself, “Could it be out of duty, or maybe I just wanted to get to know the stranger I
Maxwell POVThe office was a sanctuary of silence, but it was the kind that threatened to explode. I sat behind my desk, reviewing the numbers flashing across my screen with a practiced efficiency. Each figure confirmed what I already knew: someone was attempting to undermine me.My office door creaked open, and Mark, my right-hand man, stepped inside, his face taut with unease. He placed a folder on the desk.“You were right,” Mark said, his voice low. “The report was filed anonymously, but it’s a strategic hit. If we don’t address this now, it could escalate into a full-blown PR nightmare.”I opened the folder, skimming through the contents. False accusations, doctored financial statements—someone was trying to paint me as a corrupt CEO siphoning funds.“Ethan Liam,” I muttered, venom lacing my words.Mark nodded. “He’s the only one with the resources and motive to pull this off. He’s been circling like a vulture ever since your last acquisition.”I leaned back in my chair, running
Amelia POVThe massive chandelier in the dining room sparkled with cold light, its brilliance casting stark shadows across the long table where I sat, alone, poking at the untouched food on my plate. The grandeur of the Cole estate, with its towering walls and cold, gleaming floors, felt more like a gilded cage than a home. It had only been a week since I was thrust into this life as Mrs. Amelia Cole, and already I knew I’d traded one nightmare for another.The sharp clatter of heels against marble snapped me out of my thoughts. Rebecca Cole entered the room like a storm, her piercing green eyes narrowing as they landed on me. “Why is the table set like this?” she barked at one of the maids before turning her scornful gaze back to me. “Amelia, what are you doing just sitting there? Do you think you’re a queen now that you’ve married my son? What do you think you’re doing?”Her words were like knives, each one cutting a little deeper into my already fragile heart. “I… I thought the sta
Amelia POVThe faint rays of dawn seeped through the thin curtains of my small, drab room, but they brought no warmth, no comfort. The cold emptiness of the Cole estate mirrored the hollowness in my chest. Another day awaited, another cycle of humiliation and loneliness.I clutched the delicate teacup Rosa had brought me the night before, its warmth long gone, just like my hope for this marriage. The thought of facing Rebecca again made my stomach churn, but I had no choice. This was my reality now, as Maxwell’s wife in name only.The day began as it always did—with the cold, clipped orders of Rebecca ringing through the halls. The moment I stepped into the grand kitchen to fetch myself a glass of water, I was met with sneers from two maids gossiping in hushed tones near the counter. They didn’t bother to lower their voices when they saw me.“Can you believe it?” one of them whispered loudly, her tone dripping with disdain. “She walks around like she belongs here, but we all know she’
Amelia POVA sharp knock yanked me from my restless sleep. My body ached from the weight of exhaustion, the bruises of yesterday’s silent battles pressing against my skin like invisible shackles. I forced my eyes open, adjusting to the dim light filtering through the heavy curtains. The mansion remained eerily quiet, the way it always was—cold, hollow, like an abandoned palace where ghosts whispered through the corridors.Another knock. More urgent this time.“Mrs. Cole.” The voice was flat, indifferent—one of the housemaids Maxwell had instructed to ‘handle’ me. “Get ready. Mr. Cole wants to see you.”Maxwell? At this hour?My gaze flickered to the old clock on the wall—6:00 AM. My stomach twisted. Maxwell hadn’t spoken to me in weeks. Not really. He tolerated my existence the way one tolerated an uninvited guest. Now, suddenly, he wanted to see me this early.I swallowed the lump in my throat and got dressed. A simple navy blue dress. Modest, forgettable. My fingers trembled slightl
Amelia POVA soft beeping sound pulled me from the abyss. My body felt heavy, my limbs weak as if I had been submerged for too long. My eyelashes fluttered, and the blinding overhead light forced me to squint. The air smelled sterile—too clean. A faint chill wrapped around me, but it wasn’t the cold that made me shiver. It was the memory.The water. The weight of my dress pulled me under. The burning sensation in my lungs. The woman’s cruel smile.My fingers twitched against the crisp sheets, and I realized I wasn’t in the hotel room anymore. I was in a hospital. Or at least, a private suite that looked like one. My head pounded, and my throat felt raw as if I had swallowed fire.And then I saw him.Maxwell.He sat beside me, his elbows resting on his knees, his head lowered. His sharp suit was slightly disheveled, his tie loosened, and the first two buttons of his shirt undone. It was subtle, but the exhaustion was there, etched in the tight line of his jaw. His fingers were intertwi
Maxwell’s POV The drive home was silent, except for the hum of the radio. My fingers gripped the steering wheel, but I wasn’t tense—I was thinking. Calculating. Lila sat in the passenger seat, her small legs swinging, clutching her stuffed teddy against her chest. She was quiet but observant—just like me. I glanced at her, my expression unreadable. Could she be mine? The DNA test was tomorrow, but I already knew. Those green eyes staring up at me were all the proof I needed. But Amelia? I sighed, barely sparing a thought for her. Whatever we had planned for tonight didn’t matter anymore. Things had changed. She’d either understand or she wouldn’t. Either way, it wasn’t my problem. As I pulled into the driveway, I exhaled slowly. Lila turned to me with those big, questioning eyes. “We’re going to meet someone very special to me today.” She blinked. “Is she nice?” I smirked. “I guess we’ll find out.” Inside, the house smelled like vanilla—Amelia’s favorite scent. The di
Maxwell POVThe early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. I stirred awake, feeling the warmth of Amelia nestled beside me. Her breathing was steady, her face serene in slumber. For a moment, I allowed myself the indulgence of simply watching her, memorizing the delicate curve of her lips and the way her lashes rested against her cheeks.She was so beautiful. A pang of guilt tugged at me. On numerous occasions, I had withdrawn from her, retreating behind walls I had painstakingly built over the years. But lying here now, with her so close, I couldn’t deny the pull she had on me.Before I could overthink, I closed my eyes again, letting the rhythmic cadence of her breathing lull me back into a light sleep.When I awoke the second time, the sun was higher, and Amelia’s eyes were open, watching me with an unreadable expression. Our gazes locked, and for a heartbeat, the world narrowed to just the two of us. But the vulnerability of the moment w
Amelia POVThe sharp beam of sunlight pierced through the curtains, dragging me from the depths of sleep. I groaned softly, instinctively trying to shield my eyes, but something warm and solid pinned my arm down.Blinking against the light, I slowly became aware of my surroundings—the familiar scent of Maxwell’s cologne, the soft rustle of sheets, and the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek.My heart skipped a beat. I was curled up against Maxwell, his strong arm wrapped possessively around my waist, holding me close.Memories from the previous night flooded back—the shared laughter, the lingering glances, the almost-kiss that had left me breathless.Heat crept up my neck as I realized just how intimately we were entangled. I needed to extricate myself before he woke up and found me clinging to him like some love-struck fool.Gently, I attempted to lift his arm, but his grip tightened instinctively, pulling me closer. My breath hitched, and I froze, not daring to move o
Amelia POVFor the first time, I had seen Maxwell’s walls crack, allowing me the smallest glimpse into the man hidden beneath the ruthless exterior.And for a fleeting moment, I believed—hoped—that he would finally let me into his world.But as quickly as he had opened up, he shut himself off again.“Never mind,” Maxwell muttered, standing abruptly. His expression hardened, and the warmth in his green eyes vanished, replaced by the familiar cold detachment. “Forget I ever said anything.”Disappointment curled inside me, but I knew better than to push him.I merely nodded, watching as he strode to the door, his posture rigid. When the door clicked shut behind him, I exhaled, sinking back into the bed.The lingering warmth of his presence faded, replaced by the cold realization that he was still keeping me at arm’s length.I shouldn’t be surprised.Yet, somehow, it still hurt.I turned onto my side, forcing my thoughts to quiet down. But sleep didn’t come easy that night. My mind kept c
Amelia POVLater that day, I found myself lost in thought, replaying the events from earlier.Maxwell had been gentle, almost… protective. The way he had carried me, the way his touch lingered—it made my heart race in ways I wasn’t ready to admit. I like it. The way he defended me in front of Margaret and Lisa made me feel butterflies. I had always seen him as a man forged from ice, cold and indifferent. But on a few occasions, I had glimpsed something else beneath that carefully constructed exterior. Something raw. Something human which he immediately masks beneath. As Rosa helped me shower and dress, I caught my reflection in the mirror. My pale skin still showed signs of exhaustion, but it was the deep blush on my cheeks that unsettled me the most.I didn’t recognize myself.Rosa, ever observant, let out a teasing chuckle. “That’s the second time I’ve caught you blushing today. Should I be curious?”I quickly averted my gaze, embarrassed that she had noticed. “I’m just… thinking
Amelia POVA week had passed.Seven long days of being confined to this hospital bed with nothing but my thoughts, the rhythmic beep of the machines, and Maxwell’s presence lingering like a shadow I couldn’t escape.I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that he stayed.He had been here, day and night, watching over me like a silent guardian. His cold, impassive face never gave much away, but his actions did. The way he adjusted my pillows when he thought I was asleep. The way he made sure I ate even when I didn’t feel like it. The way his fingers hovered near mine whenever I shifted uncomfortably.But it didn’t mean anything.This was just another calculated move. A performance for the public eye.And the moment we left this hospital, I was sure everything would go back to the way it was.“Amelia?”I snapped out of my thoughts as the nurse entered with Maxwell following closely behind. He had changed into a crisp black suit, his sharp features unreadable as he watched me.“You
Maxwell POVThe moment the call ended, I rushed to the hospital my heart beating fast as I pushed through the hospital doors, a suffocating sense of dread coiled in my chest. The sterile scent of antiseptic burned my nostrils, but it was nothing compared to the ice spreading through my veins.“Amelia Hayes,” I barked at the receptionist, my voice rough, barely restrained.The nurse glanced up, startled by my urgency. “She was brought in about an hour ago. Room 307.”I didn’t wait. My legs carried me down the corridor as soon as I heard the number, past the dim overhead lights and hushed murmurs of visitors and doctors. My pulse pounded in my ears, each step tightening the knot of unease in my gut.When I reached the room, my breath caught in my throat.Amelia lay on the hospital bed, pale against the stark white sheets. A deep bruise marred her left cheekbone, the purplish hue standing in sharp contrast to her skin. Her right leg was wrapped in a thick bandage, elevated slightly on a
Maxwell POVI woke up with a start, my breath uneven, my heart slamming against my ribs. My eyes darted to the space beside me—empty.For a moment, dread coiled in my gut. The dream… it felt too real. Too true. Amelia disappearing. The money. The betrayal.I reached for my phone on instinct, my fingers swiping across the screen, searching for any sign that it wasn’t just a figment of my imagination. My jaw clenched as I checked my messages. Nothing. No unknown number. No offshore transfer.Just a dream.Exhaling slowly, I ran a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the unease settling in my chest. But something about it lingered, a foreboding sense of inevitability. It was as if my subconscious was warning me of something I wasn’t ready to acknowledge.I forced myself out of bed, pushing the thoughts away as I entered the hallway. The faint sound of clattering dishes reached my ears.The kitchen.I followed the noise, stopping at the entrance when I saw her.Amelia.She stood at t
Maxwell’s POVThe air in my office was thick with tension. The moment my secretary walked in, his usually composed demeanor faltered, and I knew something was wrong.“Sir…” His voice wavered as he fidgeted with the file in his hand. “The deal—”“Out with it,” I snapped, my patience already thinning.He swallowed hard. “We lost the merger to Wellington Industries.”Silence.For a moment, the weight of his words didn’t register. Lost? That was impossible. I have never lost, not before and not now. Every move and every negotiation had been executed with surgical precision. The board had practically handed the deal to me on a silver platter.Yet someone had managed to take it right from under my nose.A slow, simmering rage coiled inside me. My grip tightened around the pen in my hand until it snapped in half, ink splattering onto my desk.“Who?” My voice was dangerously low.The secretary hesitated. “Sir… I—I don’t know. But it had to be an inside job.”Inside job. A traitor.My jaw cle