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 I was grateful I was no longer being watched as a hawk by those despicable people I call family. But I was more grateful for the news I received as I rushed to my car in the garage. Finally, some good news, good enough to brighten me for the rest of the week.As I drove, I began to ponder why I was this excited because of the news. I had just closed up another deal I had been chasing for months, and it didn’t get me as excited as I was. In fact, I didn’t seem to find joy when I did. It just felt like a regular thing. Ever since she left, I had lost my peace. I might want to keep leaving in denial, but it was true. And I knew that. Nothing seemed to give me joy, regardless of the price I placed on it. And finally, after months of searching tirelessly, desperately finding her whereabouts, I had finally succeeded in getting her. Damn!My joy knew no bounds as I changed the gear while driving. Then I began wondering, Why was I so excited because I’ve gotten her? It was beyond th
Amelia I lowered my eyes as the realisation dawned on me. The idiot! He was so right! Arrgh! It hadn’t even crossed my mind. I wish I had just listened to Thomas and stayed back. I couldn’t imagine my peaceful life being interrupted by those sadists I call in-laws. I saw the fool smiling stupidly like he had won. Of course he had won. But I didn’t even get it. Was he actually concerned about having a son or getting rid of me? Because all this time, I had thought he wanted a son so he could get rid of me. But now, I’m not sure again.“What do you want?” I asked, apparently seething. I hated myself for not listening to Thomas. I hoped his job wouldn’t be on the line because of my stubbornness.“Let’s go home. After you have given birth, you can decide if you’d remain with me or not.”“Pfft!” She said and looked away. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “I will give birth to your son and hand him to you. But I don’t have to stay with you.” I said. I was shocked at how audacious I had bec
Lachlan I could tell she wasn’t expecting me to hand over the phone to her. But she took it anyway. And suddenly, the new Amelia I was still trying to figure out transitioned to the vulnerable woman I knew. Then I affirmed that she was Amelia. MD, this time, it was admirable to see this side of her again. It was only painful; it wasn’t with me. “Are you jealous, Lachlan?” My mind chided, but I shook it off again. Even if that low class was with ten men, it was none of my business. I just needed her to give birth to my heir. “Yeah, right,” I heard my mind chide again, like it mocked me.“Hey Eric,” she said, and I could swear I felt a jab in my chest at the tone she had switched to.“Amelia! Are you alright?” Eric’s tone had changed too. Bloody flirt!“I... am fine. Please do not worry.” She said, and I fought hard to remain stoic to how I was feeling.“I swear I’ll make Thomas pay for this. He…”“Oh no! Please, for my sake, don’t fire him. Sincerely, he never wanted me out of his s
Amelia I was expecting some explanation from him regarding his connection with Eric. Eric never mentioned that he knew him. In fact, all the times I shared my experiences with them, he just sympathised with me. There was no indication that they had any connection of any kind. I didn’t know why, but I was quite curious about the reason behind their enmity.“That should be a question for your boyfriend.” Lachlan said, and I could tell, he wasn’t comfortable with our relationship. Was he jealous?“Lachlan please.” “We are business rivals. That’s all.” He said it nonchalantly, but I knew it was deeper than that. It was a fight of egos. Lachlan was quite egoistic, and so was Eric.“Oh.” I said and turned my face aside.“How did you two meet?” He asked, and I squinted. I thought I had explained that already.“Well, like I said before, he is the nephew of the nurse that attended to me.” I explained again, making my exasperation vivid. But it didn’t seem to get to him.“Nurse? What nurse?”
EricI had just rounded off my discussion with Aunt Bailey, informing her of the updates regarding Amelia. Of course she didn’t sound pleased. She kept yelling at me over the phone, telling me I had just one assignment, and I flopped, worsening the injury. From the way she hung up, I could tell I wasn’t going to hear the last of it from her. Like, I was glad Amelia slipped out of my hands.This was all Thomas’s fault. I freaking gave him an instruction, but he just thought to be wiser. The idiot! I was the one to blame. Arrgh! I desperately desired to have him out of my sight completely. It itched me to personally type his termination letter and offer it to him. But I had promised Amelia not to. And I had to keep the damn promise I made to the woman who had my heart without even trying. Damn!Still, I decided to call the fool. I sent a servant around to call him. I can’t be shouting in my own house. A few minutes later, he came around.“You sent for me, sir.” He said, announcing his p
Lachlan I didn’t feel good about it. I felt a jab in my chest as I called her a loser, humiliating her. I felt the strong nudge to go back to her room and apologise for talking to her with such disdain. But I couldn’t bring myself to it.But why was I even sorry for hurting her in the first place? I needed her to see I wasn’t falling for her or falling in love with her. I needed her to know I could never fall for her. And that I know was very certain of. I could never fall in love with her. She wasn’t worth having my heart. But I didn’t know why I was sorry for telling her that. Or was I wrong about that?I went to bed with her thoughts swirling through my mind. And I woke up the next day still with her on my mind. I was scared. Why were her thoughts dominating mine? I decided not to ponder on it so much. I decided to go and see her so we could have a little chat about how things would work out between us for the remaining six months. I knocked on the door twice and turned the door
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