Amelia froze, her heart skipping a beat at the unexpected question. "Uh, well, yes," she stammered. "My mother had an attack, and I had to come back."Nanny Grace looked at Amelia with a knowing expression, as if sensing that there was more to the story. "I see," she said slowly. "And how is your mother doing now?"Amelia relaxed slightly at the change of subject. "Oh, she's fine. She's back to her old self again."Feeling a little more at ease now that the topic had shifted away from her awkward encounter with Lila.Nanny Grace smiled warmly. "That's good to hear, my dear. But tell me, Amelia, is that the only reason you left Turkey? Or did you feel uncomfortable with Lila's presence?"Amelia hesitated for a moment before answering, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I don't know. I guess I did feel uncomfortable. It was just... strange, seeing Andrew with someone he had been so close to. After treating me like I don't exist."Nanny Grace nodded, seeming to understand. "I see.
Amelia sat on her bed, the soft white sheets crumpled beneath her as she clutched her robe tightly to her chest. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to make sense of what had happened between her and Andrew. How could he have done this to her?She had hoped that her first time with a man would be special, that it would be with someone who valued her virginity and saw her worth as a person. But instead, Andrew had used her, using her body to remember his late wife Catherine.She had trusted Andrew with her virginity. But now she knew the truth - that he had only slept with her to remember Catherine, the love of his life. Who she wasn't even aware of."Was I just a replacement to him?" she thought to herself.The realization was like a knife twisting in her heart, the hurt and anger so strong that she could barely contain it. It was like Andrew was bent on hurting her over and over again, showing no remorse or apology for his actions.He seemed almost proud of himself, as if he
Andrew's eyes narrowed at James' comment, and the other shareholders in the room shifted uncomfortably in their seats. They could feel the tension building between the two men.But Andrew wasn't about to let James get the upper hand. He shot back with a sharp retort, his voice dripping with disdain."Don't you dare disrespect Catherine's memory like that," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "And don't play coy with me, James. I know exactly what you're up to."There was a collective gasp from the other shareholders as they watched the exchange between Andrew and James. It was clear that the tension in the room had reached a boiling point.But Andrew wasn't about to back down. "I won't let anyone, including you, James, use my personal life against me," he said firmly. "And I won't let anyone use my company as a pawn in their power games."James smirked, clearly enjoying the reaction he was getting from Andrew. "Well, what can I say?" he said, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm a business
Alexander stood up and left the conference room, feeling humiliated and defeated. Andrew sat tall and proud, even as Alexander stormed out of the conference room in a fit of rage. Catherine had been a major shareholder in the company, and her shares were highly coveted. But after her untimely death, there had been a scramble to secure her holdings. Alexander had seen an opportunity to take advantage of the situation, and had tried to blackmail Andrew into handing over the shares to him because he was Catherine's lover.But Andrew was not the type to be intimidated or threatened.So he had called Alexander's bluff, exposing his true intentions to the other shareholders in the room. The shame and humiliation that Alexander felt was well-deserved, in Andrew's eyes.With Alexander gone, Andrew turned his attention to the other shareholders in the room."Well, I hope everything is clear now," he said, his voice steady and confident. Instantly, his attention shifted to James Thompson,"
As Andrew's car pulled up in front of the grand mansion, he could feel his anger mounting with every passing second. He stepped out of the car, his face contorted with anger and frustration. He slammed the door shut with a loud thud, causing Nanny Grace to rush out from the kitchen, her wrinkled face creased with concern."Andrew dear, is everything alright?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.But Andrew didn't have the patience to answer her question. Instead, he cut her off sharply, his voice ringing through the marble hallway."Where is Amelia?" He demanded, his eyes flashing with anger.Nanny Grace blinked in surprise, taken aback by his tone. She hesitated for a moment before answering."She's in her room," she finally answered, gesturing towards the stairs. She hasn't been…."Without waiting for her to say anything else, Andrew sprinted up the stairs, his feet pounding heavily against the plush carpet. He didn't bother knocking on the door, but barged right in, his anger s
Andrew's eyes narrowed as he glared at her. "You knew what this was from the beginning," he said, his voice cold and unyielding.She took a step forward, her eyes flashing with anger. "You had no right to raise your hands on me. It didn't give you any right to hit me."Andrew felt a pang of guilt as he looked at her tear-streaked face.He knew he had hurt her, he hung his head in shame, unable to meet her gaze."You're right," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "I had no right to speak to you like that, to accuse you of something you may not have done. I let my anger get the best of me."Amelia snorted, her eyes flashing with anger. "You think?" she said sarcastically. "You know nothing about me, Andrew. You don't know what I've been through, and yet you think you can accuse me of selling your shares?"Andrew winced at her words, feeling ashamed of his behavior. "I didn't mean to hit you, Amelia," he said, his voice softening."What was this from the beginning? A busin
Andrew turned and walked towards his study, leaving Nanny Grace standing alone in the hallway, wondering what could have caused such a rift between Andrew and Amelia.Nanny Grace knew that Andrew needed space, but she couldn't just leave him alone in his study when he was clearly upset. She quickly rushed to the kitchen to rinse her hands and headed towards Andrew's study.When she reached the door, she knocked softly, hoping that Andrew would let her in. "It's me, Andrew," she called out. "Can I come in?"There was silence for a while, and Nanny Grace wondered if Andrew had heard her. But then, she heard footsteps approaching the door, and it slowly opened to reveal Andrew's somber expression.Without a word, Andrew stepped aside to let Nanny Grace enter the room, closing the door behind her. The study was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the desk lamp. Andrew was sitting behind his desk, his hands clasped together, and his eyes downcast."What's wrong, Andrew?" she
Andrew's heart skipped a beat as Nanny Grace's words hit him like a ton of bricks. He had always prided himself on being a man of logic and reason, but he couldn't deny the truth in her words. There was something about Amelia that drew him to her, something that he couldn't quite put into words."I...I don't know what you mean, Nana," Andrew said, his voice barely above a whisper.Nanny Grace smiled knowingly at him. "Oh, I think you do, dear," she said. "You're just afraid to admit it to yourself."He opened his mouth to protest, but Nanny Grace held up her hand. "You don't have to tell me anything, Andrew. Just remember that Miss Catherine is gone, and it's time for you to move on. And as for Amelia, well, perhaps it's time for you to take a closer look at what you really feel for her."Andrew turned to Nanny Grace. He felt a lump form in his throat as he struggled to find the words to explain. "I hit her, Nana," he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.Nanny Grace's eyes w