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
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
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
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
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
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 sak
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