"Am I the only man to see your bare body?" Andrew asked again.Amelia's heart skipped a beat. She felt a sudden jolt of surprise wondering why he asked the question again. The question caught her off guard, and she couldn't help but wonder what had prompted it. Did he suspect something? Did he know about Henry?For a moment, she hesitated before answering, "Yes, Andrew. You're the only one," she said, hoping her voice didn't betray her nervousness.But as she looked into his eyes, she saw nothing but intensity and desire. She took a deep breath.Andrew wheeled his chair closer to her, and she felt his hands on her bare skin as he squeezed her ass. She was taken aback by his sudden intimacy and didn't know how to react. "Get dressed," he said, his voice gruff.Confused by his sudden change of mood, Amelia bent down to pick up her robe and walked towards her closet. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, but she didn't want to push him for answers.She made her way to t
Andrew sat in the room, his eyes fixed on Amelia as she stood nervously, fidgeting with her fingers. The air was thick with tension, and he could sense her unease. Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the door, and Amelia jumped, her eyes widening in surprise. She hesitated for a moment, then made her way over to the door and opened it.Andrew watched as she opened the door and saw Nanny Grace standing on the other side."Good morning, Amelia," she said. "How's Andrew doing?"Amelia smiled, opening the door to let her inside. "He's doing well," she said.Nanny Grace nodded, her eyes warm as she made her way over to Andrew's bedside. She bent down beside his wheelchair, her hand reaching out to take his. "And how are you, Andrew?" she asked, her voice soft.Andrew's eyes lit up at the sight of Nanny Grace. She was the one person he trusted implicitly, the one constant in his life since he was a child. "I'm good, Nana," he said, his voice filled with affection. "Just taking it one day
Detective Stone looked at him for a long moment, then nodded. "I understand how you feel, Mr Reynolds," he said. "But you need to be patient. We'll find the person responsible, I promise you that."With that, he turned and left the room, leaving Andrew alone once again. Andrew slumped back in his wheelchair, his frustration and anger boiling inside him. Detective Stone stepped out of Andrew's room, the weight of the investigation heavy on his shoulders.As he turned to make his way downstairs, he spotted Amelia standing outside the room. She looked worried, and Stone could sense her unease. He gave her a small nod and a polite goodbye before continuing down the hall.Amelia took a deep breath before entering Andrew's room. She could hear him moving around in his wheelchair inside, and she knew that he was in a foul mood. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should even bother asking about the investigation. But she knew that she had to try."Andrew?" she called out, stepping
The tension in the air was thick, and neither of them spoke for a long moment.Finally, Henry cleared his throat. "Amelia, I'm sorry," he said, his voice low and regretful. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I just want you back."Amelia's eyes narrowed. "You want me back?" she spat. "After everything you've done? After the way you've betrayed me?"Henry winced, looking down at the floor. "I know I messed up," he said. "But I love you, Amelia. I always have. And I'll do anything to make things right."Amelia shook her head, her eyes flashing with anger. "You can't make things right, Henry," she said. "You can't unring the bell. You can't take back what has already been done."Henry stepped forward, reaching out to touch her arm. Amelia jerked away from him, her jaw set stubbornly.Amelia left the kitchen, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel Henry's eyes on her back as she walked away, but she refused to turn around. She climbed the stairs, her footsteps echoing in
Amelia's heart lifted as she arrived at Perry's house. It had been far too long since she had seen her friend, and she was looking forward to catching up. Since her marriage to Andrew, Amelia had lost touch with Perry. Perry had always been a constant presence in her life.She stepped down from the car and walked up to the door, her spirits lifting with every step. When she knocked, she could hear the excitement in Perry's voice as she called out from inside."Ame! It's so good to see you!" Perry exclaimed as she flung the door open, pulling Amelia into a tight embrace.Amelia hugged her back, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. It was good to be back with someone who truly cared about her, someone who didn't have an agenda or a hidden motive.As they pulled away from each other, Perry looked at Amelia with concern."How have you been? What's it like being a billionaire's wife?" she asked, a playful grin on her face.Amelia couldn't help but smile at her friend's playful banter,
Amelia hesitated for a moment before answering. "It was... nice. I mean, he's a good kisser," she said, feeling her face turn even redder.Perry laughed. "Well, that's something. Maybe you two will eventually fall in love," she said, teasingly.Amelia rolled her eyes, but deep down, she couldn't help but wonder if that was even a possibility.Amelia took a deep breath and looked into Perry's eyes. "There's something about Andrew," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "that makes my heart beat fast whenever he touches me."Perry raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Really?" she asked, a mischievous grin on her face. "I never took you for the type to get all swoony over a guy."Amelia rolled her eyes but couldn't help the blush that crept up her cheeks. "I'm serious, Perry. I didn't even feel that way when I was with Henry."Perry's expression softened, and she reached over to place a hand on Amelia's arm. "Hey, it's okay," she said gently. "It's normal to feel that way. You're marri
Amelia stepped out of the car and took a deep breath, feeling the cool night air fill her lungs. She felt relieved after talking to Perry and going out to clear her head. The pressure of living in Andrew's mansion was suffocating her, and she needed some time to herself.She made her way up the marble steps and through the grand entrance. As she walked through the familiar halls of the mansion, she hesitated for a moment, dreading the thought of going back inside. She knew what was waiting for her: Andrew's stern face.She took a deep breath before opening the door to Andrew's room. As she stepped inside, her eyes were drawn to Andrew, who sat in his wheelchair, his piercing gaze fixed upon her."Why did it take you so long to return?" Andrew asked, his voice cold and accusing.Amelia swallowed hard. "I lost track of time.""Did you go somewhere else before Perry's house?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.Amelia felt her discomfort growing as Andrew continued to question her. She shifted
Amelia stood in Andrew's room, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her blouse. She could feel Andrew's piercing gaze on her, and her heart was pounding in her chest.Andrew studied her for a long moment, his eyes cold and hard. "How did you know it belonged to Henry?" he demanded.Amelia could feel her face turning red with embarrassment. She knew that Andrew was onto her, and she had to come up with a better excuse. "I... I didn't know it was his," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.She had given that bracelet to Henry months ago, back when they were still together. How had it ended up here, in Andrew's room?Amelia's mind raced. She couldn't tell Andrew the truth about the bracelet, not when it would only make him angrier. "I... I saw it on him once," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I recognized it.""Are you sure?" Andrew asked as he looked at her directly. His voice was firm.Amelia bit her lip, feeling a sense of panic rising in her chest. "I don't k
Amelia stood there, tears of joy streaming down her face, listening to Andrew's words of love and reminiscences of their past. Andrew said, "the first time I asked you to be my wife, it was arranged, you never wanted to. You agreed because you had no choice. I only granted you the divorce because I wanted to start afresh with you."She couldn't help but laugh at his playful remark about the first proposal. "Or you had no choice either," she jokingly replied, sharing a lighthearted moment with him.With a smile, Andrew continued, expressing his true feelings, "Now I'm asking you again, out of your will. Amelia Tate, can you do me the honors of becoming my wife?" Overwhelmed with happiness, Amelia screamed, "Yes, yes, yes!!!" The excitement spread through everyone present as they joined in the joyous moment.In a rush of emotions, Amelia ran to hug Andrew, and amidst the laughter, Perry playfully yelled, "Collect the ring first!" The laughter continued as Andrew gently slipped the
With a heart full of happiness and anticipation, Andrew walked down the stairs of his home, feeling a world of difference from the past few months. Everything was now beautiful and filled with joy and love. Today was a special day as he was going to pick up Amelia from the hospital after her remarkable recovery from the coma.Tony approached him to inform him that the car was ready. He said, "The car is ready, boss."But Andrew declined, wanting to savor every moment of the day. "Nah... I'll drive myself," he replied with a smile.Tony said, "are you sure boss?""Nah… I'm fine, hand me the keys." Andrew said as he stretched his hands towards Tony to collect his keys.Tony walked towards him and handed him the keys to the Rolls Royce Phantom, and Andrew hopped in, ready to go pick up his beloved Amelia.The drive to the hospital was filled with excitement and eagerness. Andrew couldn't wait to see Amelia's reaction to the grand surprise he had prepared for her at home. As he arrived
The doctor stammered, realizing the gravity of his poorly phrased suggestion. "No... no, that's not what I meant," he attempted to clarify.Andrew stepped closer to the doctor, his eyes piercing through him. "Are you going to tell me how to spend my money?" he demanded.The doctor quickly backtracked, "No sir, it was just a suggestion from a professional."But Andrew was not swayed. He fiercely responded, "Keep your profession to yourself! We're not taking her off any life support! We're not depriving her of her rights to fight! Understood?"The doctor nodded, humbled by Andrew's words, "Yes, sir."Andrew left his office and slammed the door behind him.Leaving the doctor's office, Andrew returned to Amelia's room, his emotions still raw. Mrs. Tate noticed his changed mood and approached him, concerned. "How is Amelia? What did the doctor say?"Andrew took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "It's nothing serious," he reassured Mrs. Tate, not wanting to worry her further.But M
Andrew carefully came down the stairs, holding Violet in his arms. His daughter had grown bigger, and she now had curly brown hair, which bounced with each moment, a beautiful resemblance to her mother, Amelia. Nanny Grace approached them, holding Violet's little bag and other items Amelia used to cherish."Thanks, Nana," Andrew said with genuine gratitude. "What about Amelia's hairbrush and perfumes?"Nanny Grace smiled warmly. "I've packed them inside, just as you requested.""Thanks," Andrew replied, relieved that everything was in order. He made his way towards the front door, Violet snuggled safely in his arms. But before he could reach the car, Nanny Grace's voice called him back."Uhm... Andrew," she hesitated, concern etched on her face.Andrew turned back to face her, his eyes filled with curiosity. "What is it, Nana?"Nanny Grace took a deep breath, her voice gentle but filled with worry. "Any news on Alexander?"Andrew's expression tightened, a mix of frustration and pain
Nanny Grace's sobs echoed through the air as she cradled Violet in her trembling arms. Tears streamed down her face, and her voice cracked with anguish as she cried out."Alexander, noooo!" Her legs gave way beneath her, and she collapsed to the ground, clutching Violet tightly.One of the cops quickly shouted, "Call in the divers!" The police were already taking action to search for Alexander's body in the water below the bridge.Andrew rushed to Nanny Grace and Violet, his own heart torn apart by the events unfolding before him. He knelt down beside them and wrapped his arms around them both.Nanny Grace, her voice choked with grief, managed to speak through her tears, "Wh...what of Amelia? What happened? Where is she? How did it happen?" Her voice trembled with a desperate hope for answers.Andrew's heart felt as though it had been torn into a million pieces. He struggled to find the words, his voice barely above a whisper. "I...I really don't know. Stone called, and..." Just as
Nanny Grace pleaded with him, her heart breaking at the sight of a man she had once loved like a son, now consumed by rage and despair. "No, no, no, don't harm the innocent baby, Alexander. She has nothing to do with this. Just turn yourself in."Alexander, struggling with his emotions, replied bitterly, "Then what do I get in return? Spend the rest of my life in jail? It's better we all die here!!"Nanny Grace's eyes filled with tears as she realized the extent of Alexander's desperation. She knew she had to reach him, to show him that there was another way out of this dark path he had chosen."Then you'll have to kill me first, Alexander, because I'm getting the baby out of the car," Nanny Grace declared resolutely. She was willing to put her life on the line to protect Violet.Alexander's hands trembled as he held the gun. He couldn't bear the thought of hurting Nanny Grace, no matter how deep his pain ran.Nanny Grace slowly approached him, step by step, keeping her gaze locked
The other police officers rushed to the corridor where Detective Stone was, following his urgent call for an ambulance. As they saw Amelia's lifeless body lying on the ground, one of them recognized her and exclaimed, "Isn't this Mr. Reynolds' wife? Is she dead?"Detective Stone walked over to Amelia's body, he knelt down beside her, gently placing his hands on her neck to check her pulse. His expression grew more grave as he felt her faint heartbeat. "Her pulse is very low, quickly call the ambulance!!!" he urgently instructed one of the officers.The officer quickly made the call, relaying the critical situation to the emergency services. "They're on their way," he responded to Detective Stone.Meanwhile, Detective Stone's phone rang, and he took it out to answer. It was Andrew on the other end. Before he could say anything, Andrew's voice came through, stammering with worry. "I... I can't find Amelia! Ch... check the warehouse for her! Have you seen her?!" Andrew desperately sa
One of the henchmen hesitated, looking back at Amelia lying unconscious on the floor. "What about her? Are we leaving her here?!" he questioned, showing a flicker of concern."We don't have time!! Go bring the baby!!!" Alexander snapped, prioritizing their escape over everything else. Leaving Amelia behind was the only option he saw to ensure their escape.They rushed upstairs to where Violet was sleeping, and Alexander's henchman quickly grabbed her, carrying her in his arms as they hurriedly left the warehouse.Amelia remained motionless on the floor.Outside, the police sirens grew louder, signaling that the authorities were closing in. Alexander's heart pounded with fear as he led his men to a getaway vehicle, hoping to escape in time.One of his men said, "But what about the money?!"Alexander's eyes flashed with anger and frustration. "Do you want to go to jail?!" he snapped back. "Andrew would do anything for his daughter!!! Let's move!!!" he ordered.Their priorities were cle
Amelia continued to stammer, her voice trembling, "I swear, I don't have it. You took it with you."Meanwhile, Andrew and Detective Stone were hard at work, tracing the call from Alexander's phone. The tension in the room was thick as all their attention was at tracing the call, knowing that every second counted in finding Amelia and Violet.Detective Stone's face lit up with relief and excitement. "We've gotten it, sir! They are in an underground warehouse downtown," he announced.Andrew's heart raced with a mix of hope and fear. "What are you waiting for, let's hurry!" he commanded.With the location finally pinpointed, Andrew and Detective Stone wasted no time. They rushed out of the study, making their way as quickly as possible to the underground warehouse where Amelia and Violet were being held captive.The room was filled with tension as Alexander, consumed by rage, cornered Amelia, demanding to know the whereabouts of his phone. He grabbed Amelia by the arm as he shook her