Amelia I took a deep breath as I looked around. I never expected Bailey to live in such a beautiful house. I mean, she's a nurse for crying out loud. How the hell does someone who spends all day cleaning up vomit and attending to sick patients have the money to afford such a mansion?“You have a beautiful house, ma.” I complimented her as she ushered me into the living room.“You are probably wondering how a nurse like me who spends all day cleaning up after sick people could afford something like this.” She chuckled, and my face went red.How did she know what I was thinking?! It was probably a wild guess.“Don't worry, I can't read your mind. I've been asked a lot of times by people who visit.”Bailey placed my bag down beside the sofa; we argued for almost five minutes before I finally let her carry it for me.Sigh, this woman is a lot.Don't get me wrong, I love how kind she is, but I guess I'm not used to such kindness. Especially with my current situation.I sat down, and Bailey
EricI hung up the phone with Aunt Bailey.“Get me Thomas.” I said this to the maid beside me. I always made sure to have one of them on standby in case I needed something urgently. I can't be shouting in my own house, that minus steeze.The maid left and, a few seconds later, came back with Thomas, my personal assistant and the head of all the workers in my mansion.“I have a guest coming over; prepare one of the guest rooms. The guest is a lady, so prepare accordingly. Also, add a bit of Aunt Bailey style to the room to make it cosy. We both know my aunt is a pro at making someone comfortable.”“Do you want me to arrange a particular room?” Thomas asked.“Nah, just pick whatever.” I shrugged.I just got off the phone with my aunt Bailey, and she told me she was bringing a lady over. I was curious about the kind of lady she was bringing and if she would be my spec. She had been disturbing me for a while, so I showed her a woman who had my heart. Is it the reason she is bringing a stra
Chapter 10Lachlan“Catch!”I threw my key at the valet, walking past him into the house. Mom had called me over for dinner, and as much as I wanted to reject it, I decided to accept.I feel like they might have an inkling of what was happening, but it would be better not to act suspiciously. Knowing my parents, they won't outright ask about it.I just hope Nina and Christopher know nothing about it. I can't really deal with them right now.As I walked into the hall, I messaged my temples a bit. I've been having headaches ever since I found out that Amelia had most likely run off with my unborn child.I looked around, and the house looked the same as usual. My mother's weird sculptures and rare art aesthetics mixed with my father's antiquated style.The house gave off an ancient European/African vibe that sent a shiver down my spine.Sometimes, I wonder how two people with such tastes ended up together. Thankfully, I took their better traits and not this.I suddenly heard footsteps, a
Amelia “Mom, are fairytales real? Can I really become a princess and get carried away by a prince into the sunset?” I looked up at the woman, cradling my head on her lap. Her smile was warm, her gaze gentle, and her beauty immaculate. I have seen many pictures of princesses in storybooks, but none of them; none of their beauty could compare to my mother's. I saw as the gentle honey brown orbs dimmed a bit as Mother pondered for a bit, her smile twitching before blooming once more, lighting up her face. She looked into my eyes, pulling away strands of golden locks and tucking them behind her ears. “Yes Amelia. As long as you believe it with all your heart, then whatever dreams you have will come true. Even fairytales.” I stared deep into her eyes, a shiver running down my spine at the assurance within them. “Amelia, only you can make your life better. You have gone through a lot; this is the time for you to put a stop to your suffering. No one can do it for you except you.” “Ye
LachlanThe dining hall immediately became quiet. I wasn't sure if it was as a result of me finally having the audacity to talk back to my father during his “lecture times," even though I was only trying to defend myself, or if it was because of the shock from the news I had just announced.I waited for a bit, all eyes on me. Even my mother was looking at me strangely. Nina looked more shocked, while Christopher had a placid look.“What did you just say?” My mother asked me, and I gulped nervously. Her expression was looking terrifying right now, and I was beginning to understand why even my father would be afraid of her.“I said Amelia is pregnant. With my child.”My mother turned to look at my father, and I saw his hand tremble a bit before quickly returning to normal.He ignored my mother's piercing gaze and turned to look at me with scrutinizing eyes. A surge of anger welled up within me. On my heart, I announced that my wife was pregnant, and they felt sad about it.“If she is pre
Eric“What happened? Are you alright? Is Amelia alright? How did it happen? When did it happen?” Aunty Bailey snapped on the phone.She was too elderly for this kind of worry.“Calm down, aunt; everything is okay for now.”“Hope she didn't fall with her belly.”“No, the doctor said she had a mild concussion; maybe that was why she fell.”“Any physical injury?”“No, but the doctor said she had a sprained ankle. She is fine.” I assured her that I would calm her down. I heard her breathe a sigh of relief.“What about the baby?”“They are both fine. The doctor said he'll keep monitoring for any signs of complications, but for now, we can rest assured.”“That's good. I'm on shift right now, but once I'm done, I'll be sure to head over.”“There's no need for that; I'm here with her."“No. I must be there. Amelia had been through a lot this past week; this is already her second time in the hospital in just one week. She needs all the support she can get. Even if I can only be there for a few
Amelia.I felt wet on my forehead as I woke up.I didn't need to think of where I was to know where this was. It was definitely a hospital.I could smell the antiseptics; their thick smell was all over the place, and it made me feel nauseous. Even worse was the familiar smell of drugs. Then there was the white light and painting that assaulted my senses and made it hard for me to open my eyes fully.I tried to recall what happened, but it seemed to get lost on me. I could tell that I had not forgotten, not totally. It was there; I just needed time to figure it out. My heart raced as I thought of what could possibly take me to the hospital. I scanned the room, and I found out I was alone. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes. “You are awake! That's great. I was worried you'd been sleeping for too long. How are you feeling?”His voice jolted me out of my reverie; I wasn't alone.I didn't know when, but I suddenly felt hot streams pouring down my eyes towards my cheek. It poured out in
LachlanAs I sped through the asphalt road, heading nowhere in particular, more scenes of that cursed day flashed by. I could remember that day well; after all, it was the day I was doomed to live with that wretched Amelia.I argued with him, asking him why he didn't allow Christopher to marry Amelia instead.“You are the CEO and the eldest of my children; you need to have an heir as soon as possible.” He said.He claimed that if I waited for the one I loved, then it would take too long for me to have an heir and relieve him of his duties.That day, my love life was ruined.I sat there in the meeting as they, my father and Amelia's wretched father, finalized the deal. The man gave the condition that his daughter couldn't be divorced and could only divorce me, in which case she would receive a sum of a million dollars.I found it ridiculous, but my father agreed to the silly condition. His condition was that the man didn't receive his company back but instead came to work under the Mall
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
Amelia's POV I turned on the faucet and scooped water to splash on my face. Honestly, I was a bit startled by Eric's confession, but a part of me had always known that one day it would happen. A part of me wanted to hear it, but the other half denied it. I palmed my forehead. “Oh, God. I need a break.” “Amelia?” I heard Bailey's voice behind me. “I'm here.” I reached for a napkin and wiped my face with it. Bailey entered the restroom. Something was odd with the way she looked at me, and I figured I already knew what she wanted to say. “You got a minute to spare?” She began. “Yeah.” I replied with a nod. We walked out of the restroom and navigated our way to the hospital cafeteria. Thankfully, it was lunchtime, and I was starving. Bailey was kind enough to order food online and had it delivered. I couldn't stand the hospital dietary plans. I snipped my pasta with scissors befo
Amelia's POV If someone had told me that in the next 20 minutes I would be ugly crying in a hospital cafeteria, I would have said, “Hell, no!” but that was what happened. Bailey sat me down. “Darling,” she began with a southern burr in her voice. “I'm so sorry to have to say this to you, but I have to be really honest. I appreciate you coming here to see my nephew, but it's wrong to do that.” I was a bit taken aback. “What?” Bailey nestled the cup of coffee in her hand. “I don't mean any harm, but seeing Eric while your marriage is in shambles is wrong. I know you just want to escape the pain, to find comfort in a difficult time like this, but that's not how it works, honey. You're broken.” “My marriage is not in shambles, and I'm not broken.” I shook my head, nearly tearing up. “I know a broken woman when I see one,” she took my hand. “And you, my dear, are broken.” A few hours ago,I joined Eric
Cassandra's POVI had never seen Lachlan in such a sorry state before. Crap, he literally looked terrible—droopy eyes, dishevelled hair, reeking of alcohol and misery. He was a mess, but he was all mine for the taking. Thank you for acting so dumb, Amelia.He slumped into the couch and leaned his head back.“Are you okay?” I sat on the edge of the couch.He pinched the skin between his eyes. “No... I don't know, Cassie.”Cassie. I missed hearing that name from his lips.“You need a shower, big boy, or my couch will reek,” I gestured to him. “Get up.”“I just need a second.” He heaved a sigh, frustrated.Okay. Seriously, how bad was this argument? I wondered what Amelia said to him.“Lach?&