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
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