Cassie It still didn’t make any sense. Just when I was finally close to getting my desired dream man, that loser suddenly reappears? How? I had been racking my brain for answers all through my spa session. And even while shopping, I kept racking my brain, trying to come up with anything to do, anything at all. Still, I had no answers. I didn’t know how else to stop Lachlan from finding her. To turn his heart from that bastard in her belly. And fix his entire attention on me alone. Lachlan had become more stubborn ever since the bastard left and he discovered she was pregnant. It had been difficult penetrating him and I didn’t think he’d listen to me if I told him that child wasn’t his. I needed more proof if I needed him to believe that. And that had been what kept my brain thinking, figuring, but still clueless. But you still got to try, Cassie. I needed to find the new guy she was with. But of course, Nina couldn’t be useful in that regard. Gosh! I felt like I was losing my min
Christopher I woke up to a very good day. The last night with Thalia was beyond fun. I didn’t believe I’d have that much fun with someone much below my standards, but well, I guess it was different when it involved women. Do I really blame myself? I was just a man. Preparing for work was beautiful too, as I relieved the memories of last night. It was just a small picnic in a reserved space. But the fun we had couldn’t be compared. From there, we had gotten so lost in each other, and we headed for a hotel close by and fucked all through the night. It was all shades of pleasure. Certainly, a good night produces a good day. The peasants I had as staff that never ceased to annoy me were still there, infuriating me as always, like they were paid to do that. Maybe it was part of the job agreement they signed, and I just didn’t know. But none of them got to me as I kept revelling in the pleasures of the previous day. I didn’t know why this seemed different. This wasn’t my first time meet
Lachlan I fell on my bed feeling utterly exhausted. A few minutes ago, I had just finished a heated argument with Cassandra over Amelia’s baby. She had stormed out of the house in anger because I didn’t agree with her. Despite how logical her conclusion was, I couldn’t just agree with it. It didn’t make sense to me, and it never could. Or maybe it did, but I wasn’t willing to admit it. But as I lay on the bed, my eyes fixed on the gleaming, luxurious chandeliers that decorated the ceiling, I began to ponder her arguments.“Think about it, Lach. She suddenly leaves, gathering the guts to divorce you after all these years. After three fucking years, Lachlan!”“Just shut up already, Cassie." Probably it wasn’t intentional, which I very much doubted, but I always felt insulted when I was reminded that bitch divorced me. It was supposed to be the other way around. “I won’t lach. She suddenly disappears before you even realise it. And when she does, we discover she’s pregnant, and we beg
Christopher I still couldn’t believe it. I had just rounded off a discussion with Nina on the phone. I had to call her to confirm if this wasn’t one of her tricks into forcing Lachlan to cough out some money for her lavishness. But after hearing her detailed story of her meeting with Amelia, I had no choice but to believe it. Still, I found it difficult to grasp. I understood why Lachlan hid this. It was a big blow to his ego. And Lachlan would rather die than watch his ego being bruised without avenging. I was very sure he was on the lookout for her. Not because he cared about her. But he just wouldn't want it to be heard that she divorced him. That the loser we all detested and disdained, believing was a gold digger, which I knew to be very false, actually dumped him.I laughed so hard as the realisation dawned on me. The Almighty Lachlan gets dumped by his gold-digging wife and runs away with his child. What a sweet headline. For the first time, someone put that idiot in his plac
Christopher I laid on the bed with Cassie’s head on my chest as we both lay naked under the duvet. After a few rounds of hungrily feasting on each other’s bodies, our moans crying out the evidence of the pleasures of such moments, we thought it wise to rest for a while before Cassie takes her leave.Two reasons Cassie would offer to sleep with me without me inviting were this. Either she was in the mood for some loving and the feeling wasn’t mutual with “her man." Or she needed something badly, and “her man” wasn’t listening to her. And of course, I never refused such moments. I was only a man. And it’s not entirely my fault; self-control seemed to be what I packed the most. Especially when it comes to matters like this. Either reason worked for me. So long I would also enjoy myself.But I could tell this impromptu show up was definitely because she must have had an argument with Lachlan and needed some touch to clear her head. Of course, I knew she used me for pure sexual urge sati
Amelia It’s been two weeks, and I was already craving to go out. Ever since Bailey forced me to go shopping with her, I’ve been longing to go out again. Probably take a stroll down the street and just return. I didn’t know why I felt this way. I was supposed to feel reluctant to go out; I mean, after bumping into Nina at the mall, I knew better. Going out now was only going to give Lachlan an edge in finding me. But still, as hard as I tried, I couldn’t kill the urge to just leave this huge cage I was locked in.I knew Eric would hear none of it. And Bailey would definitely not permit such a risk to be repeated. So I didn’t bother telling either of them. But each minute I spent here, I felt less human and more a prisoner, and I just couldn’t tell why.What’s wrong with you, Amelia? Why do you love attracting trouble so much?The knock on the door disrupted my thoughts as I snapped my head in its direction.“Come in,” I whispered, loud enough for whoever the intruder was.The doorknob
Lachlan The day I have been dreading finally came. I could finally feel what Amelia felt while she was with me, and it was time to go for family dinners. I wish I could miss this. But Mom insisted the dinner was held in my house. She fucking knew I wouldn’t show up at the dinner table in the family house.I still intended to skip it, but she made me prepare and set the dinner table for them instead, threatening vehemently to withdraw my rights if I did otherwise. Mom was just a pest. Arrgh!I had just ensured everything was set for the dinner before running upstairs to round off some things on my system. Before long, I heard their irritating voices downstairs, and I groaned in anger. "Lachlan,” I heard Mom call from downstairs, and I folded my fists, grimacing. How exactly was I going to escape this? Maybe if I thought I was ready for this dinner, hearing my mother’s call definitely made me think otherwise."Lachlan, don’t bother. Just come down. We are waiting for you.” Nina scream
EricI was fuming as I drove, that I feared I wouldn’t crash into another vehicle. But I cared less. I just wanted to get home to fully understand the gibberish Thomas told me over the phone. Esmeralda had just convinced me to let go of the contract and use the energy we had invested in pursuing the contract, the Mallorys got. Her reasons were valid. I wasn’t really pursuing the contract because I needed it. I did need it, but that was not my reason for the pursuit. I just wanted to beat the Mallorys to this. But sincerely, if I channelled that energy into pursuing something else, it’d be more beneficial.So, despite how reluctant I was, I decided to take her advice. Only to be called by Thomas a few minutes later, telling me he couldn’t find Amelia. I didn’t seem to understand that, so I asked him what exactly he meant. But he kept compounding my confusion by spitting more rubbish. I just knew I had to go home and understand what had happened. Despite how almost impossible that cou
Lachlan's POVI clenched my fists as I gazed at the detective. Would you just spill it already?“Get to the point, you manipulative don of a ….” I bit back the rest of my insult when he responded with 8 words. “Chris is the main suspect in this case.” Detective Matthew's smug expression needed a punch to it, and I was ready to volunteer for it.“Chris is an idiot, but he wouldn't hurt a lot of flies!” I yelled in my brother's defence. “Oh really? He wouldn't hurt a fly, but he'd fuck your own side chick and make moves on your own wife. Matthew curled an eyebrow. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. “Can I fall for the same trick twice? Your bullshit reverse psychology won't work this time!”“I'm not using reverse psychology on you. You know the truth. We both do.” The calm expression on his face told me he was super serious about this. Matthew placed his hand over mine and peeled it off him. “Supporting your brother will only fuel my rage, Mallory…. My job is to find the culp
Lachlan's POVI felt a soft hand on my grip on my shoulder, and I looked up. Detective Matthew was standing in front of me with a cup of coffee and a smile on his face. Suddenly, I didn't know what came over me. My body responded to the gesture with hatred, and I slammed my fist into his face.“Karam hits like a bitch, and so do you.” Matthew held out the pack of ice from his eye, and I winced for his sake. The area around his eye was swollen and purple. Did I hit that hard? I just took a swing.“I didn't mean to hit that hard.” I said unapologetically.“Yeah, right.” Matthew said with a scoff and leaned back in his swivel chair. He swerved right and left, watching me with those curious green eyes. “You know I could have you arrested for hitting an officer of the law.”“I'm pretty sure you're aware that people like me own the law.” I rolled my eyes.“And I have people like you to thank for all the corruption going on around here. If it weren't for folks like you, I wouldn't have a jo
Lachlan’s POV“Amelia Mallory…. Time of death - 10:45 pm.” “No, Amelia!” Bailey's screams resounded in the room. “No,” the room seemed to cave in. “My Amelia can't be—”I jolted awake. It was a nightmare. Warm liquid trickled down my cheeks, and I realised I had been crying. I sat up, wondering what the heck that was. “Lachlan…” Cassie said groggily as she turned on her right side to sleep. I stared down at myself. I was half-naked in another woman's bed—a woman other than my wife. My eyes scanned the floor of the room. Clothing items littered the floor—Cassie's lingerie, her gown, my shirt, and shorts. A bitter taste rose to the back of my throat, and I tasted like the alcohol I had last night and the grief I was going to face. God, what on earth did I do?I threw my leg over the left side of the king-size bed, my heart racing in my chest and my mind reeling with one question: Is Amelia okay?“Lach?” I heard the rustle of the bedsheet. “I'm okay. Go back to sleep.” I told Cass
Lachlan’s POVI slammed the door behind me, the sound echoing through my soul. “How could she! How could she do this to me!” I fumed, dragging my hand through my already tousled hair. “What's going on?” Cassie raced into the room. I ignored her, still stewing in my rage. “Lachlan!” Cassie grabbed my shoulder and made me look at her. Her expression suddenly changed from one of concern to outright shock. “Lachlan,” she cupped my face. “What happened?”Seeing her sad and confused made my heart break, so I put my arms around her and held her tight. “Don't go anywhere.” I muttered, burying my face in her shoulder. “I won't.” She whispered.I don't know how it happened, but later, I found myself sitting by the kitchen island with a bottle in my left hand and a full glass in my right. “You have to calm down, Lach. Not everyone's who they say they are.” Cassie rubbed circles on my back.I took a swig from the bottle and nearly choked on the burning alcohol. “Shit! Amelia lied to me!
Amelia's POVI was crying, and it was all my fault. I hurt myself. I did this to myself.I sat quietly on the couch, flipping through the photo album.The smile on his face, the laughter in his eyes, his loving gaze on mine…. My husband, Lachlan, was happy. He really was.I traced the contours of the photographs, and my heart clenched. I hurt Lachlan. Bailey was right. I was running from my problems. I thought Eric could help with it, but I was wrong. It only made things worse. Everything about Lachlan and me—the picnic, the date at the park, our kiss, and nights together—was all becoming a distant memory because of me. The guilt was crushing me. I could've let Lachlan in when he was being more supportive. I should've loved him for it, told him what I was going through, and gone easy on him, but I didn't. I didn't care that he was more understanding; instead, I blamed him. Tears filled my eyes, and I succumbed to the torrents of tears in my eyes. “Amelia, please, stop crying.” Lili
Lachlan's POVA few hours earlier,Spending time in Cassie's made me realise how much I've missed doing my favourite things. Our long walks, baking together, watching our favourite movies; that was something I missed. Watching Cassie laugh at me while we played snooker in the game room made me realise how much I had missed this. Now, I begin to question if I was really happy with Amelia. After all, all I did was to make her happy. Everything I did was for her. I never did any of my hobbies but hers. Only hers. Do I even love Amelia?“Lach? You okay?” Cassie's face hovers over mine, and I’m startled.She placed her hand over my forehead. “You aren't running a fever. So what's wrong?”“Your eyes are blue.” She froze. “What?”I reached out my hand to cup her cheek. “Your eyes are blue.”Her cheeks pinked, and she put her hand over mine. “Yeah. Pretty, aren't they?”“Like the summer sky.” I flashed her a smile.She leaned her face closer. “Yeah.”“How could I not notice?” I tried to pul
Eric's povI was busy overthinking my ass off and didn't hear Aunt Bailey enter the room.“Eric?” Her hand was on my shoulder again. “Are you okay?”I blinked twice. “Oh yeah. Sorry, I zoned out for a bit.”“Don't worry about work. Your secretary is doing a fine job along with everyone else.” she smiled.I know that already. I don't hire incompetent people. “Yeah. They are.”“Good. Now, cheer up.” She smiled and passed me a bottle of water. “Thanks.” I uncapped the bottle and took a long sip. Damn, was I this thirsty?“Here.” She passed me the tray of food. Dinner was chicken and rice bowl with steamed vegetables. Lots of vegetables. I could get allergic just by looking at it. Yay.I dug in. The taste was top-notch. All thanks to Aunt Bailey. Sometimes, she’d refuse me to eat hospital food but other times, she'd let me eat it. I wonder what changed her mind today. Maybe, Amelia talked to her. Amelia hated the hospital and even cried when she saw me eating the food. I nearly laughed
Eric’s POVFuck!I messed up pretty badly, didn't I? Each time I close my eyes, my mind replays my conversations with Amelia. I had her. I had her in my grip, and I just blew it. I fucked up, and she knew it. She probably wants nothing to do with me anymore. My words fell flat, and she shut me down. Big time.I need a new approach desperately. I need something that will make her see me in a different light. Something that'll make her run back to me like she used to. Something... Aha! The Damascus Road method. It all goes down to manipulation. I'm sorry, Amelia, but I must do you his, or I'll never have you. I reached out for my iPad on the bedside table. I had a book that talked about this persuasion technique. If you want to make someone believe you have a sudden change of heart, then this book was the one for you. I saw it online, and now I'm glad I bought it. I will make Amelia believe I wasn't selfish or arrogant and that I have sent the light. I would make myself look so guilt
Matthew's POV. “So I'll ask you again, Mrs. Mallory, I leaned forward. “Do you and your husband have any enemies?” A shuddering breath escaped her lips, and she tumbled with the frills on her skirt. “We—we don't.” She was lying. “Think again.” “I don't have enemies, but I don't know about Lachlan…” She yelled. Not a clever way to respond to an arm twist. Then she looked at me, fear dilating in her brown eyes. “You said something about Chris trying to loop my husband in on something…” “Ah, yes,” I sat up. “My partner and I paid Chris Mallory a visit. We have reason to believe that he's a suspect.” Her eyes went round—a giveaway. She knows something. “Mrs. Mallory, how's your relationship with your brother-in-law?” “It’s just as you said. He’s my brother-in-law.” “Do you both get along?” I asked. “Yes.” She replied almost immediately. This interrogation is becoming a pain in my beautiful ass. “Mrs. Mallory, I am trying to help you here. You got attacked by some