Lachlan “What?!” I asked in surprise when everyone’s eyes seemed piercing to me. It’s not like I said anything wrong. I was busy with my wife. Was that a bad thing? Amelia cleared her throat.“We apologise for coming late.” She said, with a forced smile.“You had better!” Mum said rudely, and I fumed. “And what does that even mean, Mom?” I asked. Amelia held my hands, but I wasn’t going to let this slide.“I know she’s the major reason you are late. You’ve never been late to dinners.” She said, and I burst into laughter.“How ironic! If you must know, Amelia is the reason we are even here earlier than I wanted. Trust me, mom, if it were left to me, with all I wanted to...”“I think we should eat. Please.” Amelia cut in, and I sighed. I and Mom exchanged glances while Nina called the servants to come serve us. I didn’t take my eyes off Mom until I felt Amelia’s cold hands on mine again.The food was served, and soon everyone began digging into their food. As we were eating, I took a
Christopher My arms ached as I slammed the car door. Arrgh! I regretted not being allowed to take my pound of flesh on Lachlan for treating me this way. Damn! I just couldn’t resist anymore. Her body silhouette beautifully accentuated me, and just like always, I couldn’t resist. Well, even Lachlan couldn’t. Which was why they were late. And yes, I knew I had overstepped my boundaries. But it didn’t give him the bloody right to beat me into a pulp. Only if I could finally kill him. Only if that nincompoop would finally join hands with me. Arrgh!As I walked into the house, slammed my door, and put on the light, I was dazed at the person seated on the couch. What the…“How...how did you get in?” I stuttered in shock, and she laughed at me.“What a mess you are. Come, let me clean you up.” She said, opening the first aid box she had gotten already. When did this witch get into this house in the first place?She tapped on the space beside her. “Come, sir, quickly. My patience is alread
Amelia I had turned my gaze to the food to continue eating. Thankfully, I hadn’t lost my appetite. Probably that was because two people ate this time rather than just me. But still I continued eating, throwing occasional glances at my husband, who just kept playing with the food with his cutlery. We didn’t say a word for a while. I couldn’t even tell what was happening anymore. All I knew was that I had seen my husband mercilessly throwing punches at his brother until I pulled him away. It was scary. I had never seen Lachlan that furious. He had murder gaze, and I knew this would only worsen beyond our control if he’s not stopped and I would have taken some punches if not for the fact that I was pregnant and also had value since I returned back to him. He would have accused me of seducing his brother. Now, reserve is the case.I began feeling bad that it was on my account this chaos happened. But then, it wasn’t my fault; Chris just had to be such a filthy pervert. It made me rememb
Lachlan I stretched my arms, yawning as I opened my eyes. I ran my hands over my face before letting my eyes fall on her. Gosh, she was so cute. I could barely take my eyes off her. And then gradually, my mind slipped into the events that had transpired the previous day.I didn’t think I was going to get over what Chris had done to her. It was the highest form of irritation for me. I badly felt like beating him into a pulp if possible, rendering that thing between his legs that he seems unable to control, temporarily incapacitated. This wasn’t the first time I had seen him flirt with my girls. But going that far with Amelia, like actually touching her legs, I just couldn’t condone such audacity. The nerve he had to actually touch my wife. If only Amelia and Mom had let me, oh, what a mess I would have made of him.I got the more aggravated when Amelia began questioning my moves with him, asking me ridiculous questions. But she wasn’t the enemy, and so I decided to pay her less atten
Cassandra I sat in my car, tears streaming down my face, my head placed on the steering wheel, as I let my mind run through the events that had transpired. I needed help. I couldn’t win Lachlan on my own. I had tried everything possible, but he just wouldn’t bulge. These were one of the times I regretted dating a disciplined man. Lachlan was just too disciplined for my liking.So all along, he had known. I felt so ashamed of myself. It was going to be really tough getting him back. He definitely wasn't going to leave his proper wife for a cheat like me. Recalling the events that had transpired with his wife yesterday, I knew I stood no chance.I had just finished with that old man, and I needed to just feel good after that torture. So I decided to go see Chris. Then Nina called to tell me what had transpired and, of course, to stir me up. I had decided to treat Chris’s wounds when he returned. I didn't actually know why, but I did it anyway. And I was shocked that all along, Lachlan
EricI glanced at the clock as it ticked. I didn’t know why I was so anxious. This was the first time I would be making such a drastic decision, but I knew it was necessary if I wanted Amelia back in my life. Working with Cassandra might help, but this was a sure way. Though I was shocked that I would be working directly with his blood brother to bring him down, I didn’t let my mind ponder so much on that.The knock finally came on the door, and I exhaled. I had to face it. Esmeralda walked in with a smile, as always.“You have a visitor.” “Let him in,” I told her, and she nodded. A few seconds later, Chris walked into my office, wearing that smile on his face. The Mallory family were strange people, but this man was more strange.“Good morning, Eric. Glad you have finally realized the truth.” He said, and I sighed.“You do realize that Lachlan is your brother, right? Like you both are related by blood, or am I missing something?” I just had to ask because I couldn’t comprehend why h
Amelia I was setting the table for dinner, together with servants. They had earlier objected, but I insisted. I was just excited to have dinner with my husband, and so I decided to set the table for that, or at least join in the setting of the table.He never ceased to taunt me about what had happened in the car the previous night. It was crazy for me too. I blushed as the memories came running through my mind. Oh, how I loved my husband. How I loved the effects I had on him. How I loved watching him groan in pleasure because of what I did to him. How I loved the fact that I was carrying his baby. And more importantly, how I loved how much he cherished me.We were done setting the table, and I had gone upstairs to shower. I was leaving the bathroom when I heard his car drive in. I smiled to myself. After applying some lotion to my skin, I wore a short red spaghetti dress with a low v-neck, displaying my cleavage. I put on my flip-flop and walked down the stairs to welcome my husband
Eric“Come in,” I said as I heard the knock on the door. I kept my focus on my system, already aware of whoever Esmeralda wanted to inform me of. “There’s some…”“Let her in.” I interrupted her immediately, and I could sense her shock with the way she paused. “Alright sir.” She said and did as instructed.A few seconds later, the bitch walked in casually and took her seat. I sighed. I always had to be mentally prepared before holding a conversation with this lunatic. I wondered how Lachlan had struggled with that for years. Well, that wasn’t any of my concern."Hi,” she began, getting my attention as I paused what I was doing to look up at her. A smile was plastered on her face.“Hey” I reciprocated the greeting, wearing a smile too.“This seems to be taking its toll on you.” She said, and I squinted my eyes, wondering why she said that.“What do you mean?”“Look at you. Have you seen yourself in the mirror lately? You’re gradually becoming a shadow of yourself.” She said, and I sig
Christopher.I immediately turned and was meant with nothing but barrels of oil on the floor. There was no sign of Lachlan. I sighed, slapping my forehead again before stepping into my car and driving off.Nina’s POVThe headline popped up on my phone while I was sipping my morning latte, and I nearly choked. Normally I ignore stuff like this and focus more on the fashion news, but this story was too hot not to catch my attention. “BREAKING NEWS: Attempted Home Invasion at Mallory Mansion!" My eyes widened as I scrolled through the article. Apparently, some idiots tried to break into Lachlan’s house last night. They were dead now, of course, because nothing ever happens to Golden Boy Lachlan without some cosmic justice raining down in his favor. Still, it was juicy. Men storming his house, Amelia being in the house, and now they’re six feet under? This was practically ripped from a soap opera. I could already hear my mother’s voice in my head: “Nina, stop meddling in your brothers’
LACHLANThe fluorescent lights of the police station buzzed faintly as I walked through the doors, my mind heavily held down by a mixture of dread and determination. Matthew trailed just behind me, his expression stoic but his eyes alert. The station gave a stench of stale coffee mixed with frustration, a combination I’d grown accustomed to during these past few chaotic days. The detective in charge of the case called in earlier today that there have been some findings about the whereabouts of the assailants. It was good news, yes, but there was more, and they couldn’t tell me over the phone, so I had to come down here myself. Detective Harper greeted me with a curt nod. “Mr. Mallory, thank you for coming in. Let’s talk in my office.”I followed her into a small, cluttered room. Matthew remained close. If anyone could recognise Amelia’s attackers, it was him. Which was why I had brought him along with me again. Harper motioned for us to sit, her lips pressed into a grim line.“We fou
Christopher I staggered into my apartment, half drunk, exhausted, and honestly just wanting to sleep off the buzz from the club. It was nearly 3 a.m., and I’d lost track of how many drinks I’d downed with all those hot women. All I could think about was removing these clothes, getting in a hot shower, and letting the water wash off the stench of alcohol on me. As I turned on the shower, droplets of water began to gently slide down my chest, and I closed my eyes, letting the water pour over my hair, but as soon as I stepped out and grabbed a towel, my phone vibrated on the counter, slightly lighting up the dim room. It was Cassie. “Why's she calling?” I groaned, but something in the back of my mind told me to pick up. She wouldn’t call at this hour without a reasonable excuse. With that, I quickly dried off my wet body, yanked on some pants, and slid the green icon. "Cassandra, I was wondering when I’d hear from you again.” I heard her take a deep breath. “Chris, I need your hel
AMELIA I woke up slowly, my mind drifting through a thick haze, like I was trying to wade through fog. For a moment, everything was blurry, and a tightness settled in my chest. Where was I? Was I still at the hospital?Then I felt the warmth of a hand over mine, firm but gentle, and everything came rushing back. Blinking, I looked up to see Lachlan sitting beside me, his face tense but softening as he noticed I was awake. The sight of him washed away the last traces of fear, and I let out a breath I hadn’t realised I was holding.“Lachlan…” My voice was barely a whisper, but his expression shifted, relief flooding his eyes.“I’m right here, love,” he said, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.I wanted to tell him everything I was feeling—how scared I’d been, how grateful I was that he was here now—but the words felt tangled in my throat. Before I could even try, the door opened, and a middle-aged man in a white coat stepped in. He had a kind face, with just a hint of greying at the
CASSANDRAHow could they fail? I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms as I paced the length of my bedroom, the sour taste of anger mixing with fear. They were supposed to be professionals, discreet. They were supposed to handle everything without it coming back to me. But those idiots let Amelia slip through their fingers. I should have known his chauffeur wasn't normal. Lachlan was onto us now. He was too smart; I’d known this. It was part of why I’d fallen for him in the first place.Well too late for regrets; thanks to their incompetence, I was backed into a corner, and the thought made my skin crawl. The image of him still being by that bitch’s side burnt in my mind, fuelling my jealousy. Why her? Why did he look at her the way he used to look at me? I could have given him so much more if he’d just let me back in.My phone buzzed, and I saw Eric’s name light up the screen. My pulse quickened, a mix of hope and apprehension, but before I could even speak, his voice thund
LACHLANI should have been there. The thought ran circles in my mind, looping through every possible scenario in which I had somehow kept her safe. I was supposed to protect Amelia. But I had left her alone, vulnerable, and now she was in the hospital, recovering from an attack that could’ve cost her life. Worse, our child’s life. I clenched my fists so tight that my knuckles cracked, trying to keep my anger in check. It was mostly anger at myself—a gnawing, bitter frustration that I hadn’t been there when she’d needed me.Matthew sat beside me at the police station, scrolling through images on the detective’s tablet, helping to sort through potential suspects. He was silent but tense, his face a mirror of my own worry. I could see in his eyes that he was as furious as I was about what had happened. If he’d been there earlier, maybe he would have stopped those men. But he wasn’t to blame, and deep down, I knew that. The responsibility fell on me alone.“You don’t have to stay, Matthew
The house felt unusually still as I put away the last of the dishes. Lachlan had left just after dinner, saying he’d be home soon. He was working late again and had just come home during lunch break to spend time with me before he took off again. Lately, “soon” had been stretching longer and longer, but tonight, with the baby restless, I missed his presence more than usual. I sighed, patting my belly gently. “He’ll be home any minute now, my miracle, don't you worry,” I whispered, hoping it would somehow make the time pass faster. Lillian wasn't in the house today. She had gone to her home for her usual medical checkup, so she was sending her daughter to her place. Her name is Rebecca, and she and I have spoken a few times on the phone. She is a really lovely person. So yes, I was all alone in this empty house with nothing else to do but sleep. Which was exactly what I did. Cooking dinner did a number on me. My whole back was aching. Maybe I could ask Lachlan to give me one of thos
LACHLANThis whole week has been nothing but great. I had just closed a million-dollar deal with a company I've been chasing throughout the year. I had my beautiful wife waiting for me at home, and our son or daughter was going to be born soon. Amelia didn't want to find out the gender before the baby was born. She said it would ruin the thrill of having our first child. She wanted it to be a surprise for both of us. I, on the other hand, so badly wanted a daughter. Someone I could pamper, learn how to braid for, buy dresses for because she was my pretty princess, and chase away boys who wanted to come close to her. I didn't realise I was smiling widely until my cheeks started to hurt. I quickly stopped my daydreaming and continued to sign the projects we were supposed to commence with. I was planning on building a few gas stations in Dubai. My friend Abdul Rashad, who lives there, told me it would be a very good investment. Expanding my business was my goal. The whole world would kn
AMELIA I woke up that morning and Lachlan was already out of bed. My hands touched the side of his bed and was met with cold and empty space. Except for a single white rose. A smile spread across my face as I picked up the stalk. I brought the flower to my nose and took a deep inhale into my lungs. It's been 3 weeks since Lachlan and I made up, and ever since that day, he always left a single white rose on the bed next to me every morning. I asked him why he chose a white rose, and he replied with the statement, “It represents your purity. You're the light to my darkness. That's why I chose this particular flower.” I had gotten so emotional I was already a crying mess before he finished his statement. He had called me a crybaby, and I cursed him out, and then we made love over and over again. The new Lachlan was my favourite Lachlan. We had so much fun together and every waking day was so full of love and happiness. Life was getting better. An additional reason why I said so was