Amelia stood in front of her dad, tears streaming down her cheeks as she yelled at him.
"You can't just marry me off like that. I'm not some kind of property to be traded! I have feelings and dreams of my own. I won't let you just throw them away."
Mr. Tate stood there, his face impassive, as he listened to her outburst passively. With the look in his eyes, he wasn't budging.
"Amelia, you know how important this marriage is for our family. Your mother and I have already agreed to it, and the wedding is set in stone," he said calmly.
"I don't care! I won't do it, and I won't marry someone I don't love just because it's convenient for you," she screamed, her voice breaking.
Mr. Tate sighed heavily. "You're being selfish, Amelia. This isn't just about you; it's about our entire family and our future. "You need to understand that."
Amelia was beyond reasoning. She had always been a dutiful daughter, but she was drawing the line this time. She couldn't sacrifice her happiness for the sake of family duty.
"I won't do it; I won't be a part of this arranged marriage," she yelled, sobbing.
Her dad just looked at her, his eyes sad but resolute. "I'm sorry, Amelia, but this is the way it has to be." And with that, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving her standing there, heartbroken and alone.
Amelia lay on her bed with tears streaming down her face. Her dad was marrying her off to save their family from going bankrupt, and there was nothing she could do about it.
She was meant to elope with her boyfriend, Henry, tonight to start a new life together, away from the expectations and obligations of their families. But now, those plans were shattered. She was being forced into a loveless marriage, and there was no escape.
She felt so betrayed, not just by her dad but by her boyfriend too. She had told him about the arranged marriage, and he had promised to help her run away. But now, he was nowhere to be found.
She tried calling him, but his phone was turned off. She felt a sharp pain in her chest as she felt abandoned and left to face her nightmare alone.
The thought of being tied to someone she didn't love for the rest of her life was unbearable. She had always dreamed of finding her soulmate, of being with someone who loved her for who she was. But now those dreams were gone, and she was being forced into a life she didn't want.
She cried until no more tears were left, and she lay on her bed feeling exhausted and numb. And then, she heard a soft knock at her door.
"Amelia? Are you okay?" It was her mom; her voice was filled with concern.
She wiped her eyes and sat up, trying to compose herself. "I'm fine, Mom, just a little overwhelmed, I guess."
Mrs. Tate came forward and sat beside her on the bed, putting her arm around her. "I know this is hard, sweetheart, but your father and I are doing what we think is best for our family."
Amelia nodded, knowing that she was right. But it still didn't make any sense or make it any easier.
"I just wish things could have been different," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes again.
Mrs. Tate hugged her tight. "I know, darling. But sometimes, we have to make sacrifices for the people we love, and this is one of those times."
She took a deep breath as she tried to force a smile.
Mrs. Tate smiled and kissed her forehead. "You'll be fine, darling." She said.
Amelia waited until her mom had left the room before she sprang into action. She quickly gathered the few things she couldn't bear to leave behind, shoving them into a small bag. Her heart pounded as she tiptoed, trying not to draw attention to herself.
She had decided to wait for Henry at the train station. She still couldn't reach him, but she didn't want to believe that he had abandoned her. She needed to give him the benefit of the doubt.
As soon as the house was quiet, she opened the window of her room and climbed out. She ran as fast as she could; her heart raced with fear and excitement. She felt she was finally taking control of her own life, which was a heady feeling.
Amelia arrived at the train station and found a bench in a quiet corner. She sat there and waited for Henry.
The minutes ticked by, and she tried not to think about what might happen if he didn't show up. She didn't want to think about the reality of being forced into a loveless marriage.
She sat on the bench at the train station with her bag at her feet and her heart heavy with disappointment. She had been so sure that Henry would show up, but as the minutes ticked by, it became clear that he wasn't coming.
She tried his phone again, but it was still not reachable. She didn't know what was happening, but she knew she was all alone in the world.
She sat there, feeling lost and alone; the sky began to darken, and a light rain started to fall. The raindrops mixed with her tears as she sat there and screamed.
Her heart was shattered, and she couldn't help but cry loudly. Just yesterday, Henry had promised they would elope together and start a new life. But he was gone now, gone without a trace. And tomorrow, she was supposed to marry the wealthiest and most ruthless man in town.
The thought of spending the rest of her life with a man she didn't love, someone who only saw her as a possession, filled her with dread.
She remained under the rain, huddled and crying, with no one to comfort her; she felt so helpless and abandoned.
"I thought I had found true love, but it seemed like it was all a lie." She murmured as she cried out.
She didn't know what to do or where to go. She just sat there and cried, letting the rain wash away her tears.
Mrs. Tate burst into Amelia's room, determined to ensure she was ready for her wedding. But as she flung open the curtains and called out her name, she realized she wasn't there. Panic set in as she rushed from room to room."Amelia !!!"She yelled her name and searched for any sign of her, but she was nowhere to be found.Her mind raced with all the terrible things that could have happened to her. "Has she run away? How do we bear the consequences of his wrath?" She thought out loud.She ran down the stairs, shouting for the servants to help her search for Amelia. "I can't lose her, not on her wedding day, not when she's about to marry the most powerful man in town." She mouthed.As she searched every room, nook, and cranny, she was still nowhere to be found."Where could she have gone?" She could feel her heart breaking as reality set in. "I must find her; I must bring her back." I can't let her make the biggest mistake of her life. I just hope it's not too late." Mrs. Tate paced
Amelia walked into Andrew Reynolds mansion, her mouth hanging open at the luxury surrounding her. She couldn't believe this was going to be her home now. As she looked around, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the sheer scale and beauty of the structures surrounding her. The towering marble columns, the glittering chandeliers, and the intricate moldings and frescoes on the ceiling were like nothing she had ever seen.Andrew motioned to a maid, who took Amelia by the arm and led her up the stairs to her room.She settled onto the bed, taking in her surroundings. "Maybe this isn't so bad," she thought to herself. She was about to remove her dress, when the door to her room burst open, and in walked her boyfriend, Henry.Amelia froze in shock. "What are you doing here?" "How did you get in?" she asked, her voice shaking.Henry rushed towards her, trying to kiss her, but she pushed him away. "Get out of here! You abandoned me at the train station! We were supposed to elope!" she
Amelia slowly opened her eyes and stretched her arms, feeling the softness of the sheets surrounding her. She sat up and looked around the luxurious room, taking in the elegance of the furniture and the beautiful paintings hanging on the walls. A gentle knock on the door interrupted her thoughts."Good morning, ma'am," a voice called from outside. "Breakfast is ready for you."She got out of bed and made her way to the door. As she opened it, the smell of freshly brewed tea and warm toast wafted in. She followed the aroma down the grand staircase, admiring the ornate banisters and gleaming marble floor.In the dining room, a table was set with a variety of breakfast items, including a hearty sandwich and a steaming cup of tea. Amelia sat down quietly, taking a sip of the hot beverage and savoring its rich flavor.As she ate, she asked one of the maids, "Where's Andrew?" not as if she cared."He had an urgent meeting to attend this morning, ma'am," the maid responded. She was silent a
Amelia stepped out of Andrew's VIP ward, feeling overwhelmed and confused. She tried to understand what had happened and why he had chosen her as his wife. As she was pacing, lost in thought, Alexander's brother rushed towards her."Amelia, you need to snap out of it," he said firmly. "Alexander has left you in charge of his businesses, and if you don't take charge, everything will fall apart.""I... I don't know if I can do this," she said, her voice shaking."You must rise to the challenge to save and protect everything he has built," Alexander replied.She took a deep breath, "okay," she said resolutely. What do I need to do first?"Alexander's brother smiled and patted her on the shoulder as they returned to her husband's VIP ward.She walked into the room, feeling a sense of unease wash over her. She then approached the bed and saw some stack of paper and a pen her husband's lawyer had arranged on the bedside table."Here, Mrs. Reynolds, just sign where I've marked," Finn instru
Amelia's heart was pounding as she rushed towards the sleek black sports car offering her a ride. She could feel the piercing eyes of the journalists and reporters behind her, eager to get a glimpse of her and ask her questions. James Thompson was dressed in a dark suit, and wore shades that covered his eyes. Amelia got in the car. She didn't hesitate and slid into the front seat as he got back in behind the wheel.Breathless and shaken, Amelia finally turned to face him. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling.James took off his shades and turned to her with a charming smile. His fair complexion and chiseled features made her catch her breath. "Where are my manners," he said. "I'm James Thompson, Andrew's business partner.""Ohhh, nice to meet you," she blurted out.Amelia's mind was racing with questions about Andrew's condition and the events that had led to the accident. But when Alex spoke again, her thoughts were interrupted."I didn't know Andrew had such a beautiful w
As Amelia entered the gates of Andrew Reynolds mansion, she was greeted by the familiar sight of the sprawling lawns and the grand entrance.Nanny Grace, Andrew's longtime nanny, was waiting for her at the door. As Amelia stepped out of the cab she ordered after she left James' apartment, Nanny Grace rushed over to greet her, concern etched on her face."Amelia, dear, how is Andrew doing at the hospital?" Nanny Grace asked, her voice trembling slightly.Amelia's heart sank at the question. "He's not doing too well, Nanny Grace. He's in a coma," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.Nanny Grace's face fell as she took in the news. "Oh dear, that's terrible news," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "We've all been praying for him here."Amelia nodded her head, grateful for Nanny Grace's support. She followed her inside, where the tantalizing aroma of dinner wafted through the air. Despite the stress of the situation, her stomach grumbled in response to the delicious smell.A
Nanny Grace pushed open the door to Amelia's room, she had come to remind her that dinner was getting cold. But forgot to knock before entering.But as soon as she stepped inside, she froze in shock. There, in the middle of the room, stood Henry and Amelia, locked in a passionate embrace. Nanny Grace could feel her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized that she had interrupted something that was clearly private.She was momentarily stunned and her eyes went wide with surprise.Amelia and Henry quickly broke apart, startled by Nanny Grace's unexpected intrusion, their faces flushing with embarrassment as well. Nanny Grace cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. "I'm so sorry!" Nanny Grace stammered, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment. "I forgot to knock. I didn't mean to interrupt you, Miss Amelia."Amelia, still feeling embarrassed by the unexpected interruption, stood still and tried to smooth her robe, feeling a bit uncomfortable. Nanny Grace stood
Amelia slowly opened her eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin and the softness of the sheets beneath her. She stretched her arms and legs, enjoying the comfort of her big luxurious bed. As she looked towards the window, she could see the sun shining brightly outside and hear the sound of birds chirping.Just as she was about to get up, she heard footsteps approaching her door. She furrowed her brows, wondering who could be up so early. Before she could even think about getting out of bed, there was a sudden knock on her door."Amelia, are you awake?" a voice called from the other side. She quickly got out of bed, adjusted her clothes, and made her way to the door."I'm coming," she replied, her voice still groggy from sleep.She opened the door to see Alexander standing on her doorstep. He greeted her with a smile. "Good morning Amelia, may I come in?""Sure," Amelia responded, closing the door behind him. Alexander's expression turned serious. "I'm here to talk to you ab