Amelia could see that he was getting more and more upset, and she didn't want to make things worse. "We just had an argument," she said, trying to downplay the situation. "It wasn't a big deal."Henry adjusted himself on the bed, his eyes still burning with anger. "So tell me," he said, his voice calmer now but still with an edge to it. "What did you guys argue about that made him hit you? Don't tell me it was all about me."Amelia stood frozen in front of Henry, her mind racing as she tried to come up with a response to his question.How was she going to tell Henry that she finally gave herself to a man and that man happened to be Andrew, and to top it all up, he was doubting he's the first man she has been with?Her thoughts were interrupted by Henry snapping his fingers in front of her face. She blinked and refocused on the present, shaking her head slightly to clear her thoughts.Amelia, what are you thinking?" he asked, concern etched into his features. "Was the argument that dee
Nanny Grace looked at him with concern in her eyes. "Calm down, dear," she said gently. "I think you should be focused on your face right now. You look terrible. Let me get some hot water ready for you.""Thanks, nana," Andrew replied, feeling grateful for her kindness. He winced as he touched his face, feeling the pain in his bruises.Nanny Grace turned back to face Andrew, her expression one of surprise at the mention of his lawyer. "Your lawyer? Mr. Finn?" she repeated, seeking confirmation.Andrew nodded, his face set in determination. "Yes, there are some documents I need back from Amelia. The ones Alexander gave her to sign while I was in a coma.""Oh, okay, dear," she said slowly. "But can't it wait? Your face is still bruised and you need time to heal."Andrew shook his head, his eyes flashing with anger. "No, it can't wait. I need those documents urgently, and I have some scores to settle with James Thompson."Nanny Grace sighed and nodded."Okay, dear," she said, her voice s
As Andrew made his way down the stairs to the living room, he could feel the weight of Mr. Finn's gaze on him. He knew that his bruises were still visible, despite his attempts to freshen up."Wow, Mr. Reynolds," Mr. Finn exclaimed as he stood up from his chair. "So nice to see you after several months. It's good to see you back on your feet. We all thought you weren't going to make it."Andrew scoffed at Mr. Finn's words. He knew that there were people out there who wanted him dead."Who wants to kill Andrew Reynolds?" he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to anyone else in the room.But Mr. Finn seemed to take Andrew's words as a rhetorical question. He simply smiled and said, "I'm happy to see you, sir."Andrew sank down onto the cushions with a sigh, his bruises still painfully visible on his face and neck."Thanks for making it here so quick," Andrew said as. "I really need those documents as soon as possible."Mr. Finn nodded. "Always at your service, sir," he repli
Andrew Reynolds stood at the door of his grand mansion, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his tailored trousers. He winced as he felt a sharp twinge of pain in his side, a reminder of the brutal fight he had had with Henry.He pulled out his sunglasses and slipped them on, hoping to conceal the bruises and cuts on his face. Moments later, the sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up to the entrance of the mansion. Andrew stepped out, adjusting his shades and taking a moment to compose himself. He stood tall, his hands in his pockets, as Tony rushed to open the car door for him.Without a word, he made his way inside the car. He had a job to do, and he needed to focus. "There's a briefcase in the living room," he said to Tony. "Bring it to me."Tony quickly exited the car and rushed inside, returning shortly with the briefcase. Andrew took it from him, placing it carefully on his lap. With a sense of purpose, he leaned back into his seat and the car pulled away from the mansion
Andrew looked at her with a stern expression, but he didn't say anything. He just took the card and handed over the money.The girls quickly dressed and left the apartment, and Andrew walked over to the front door, shutting it behind them. He turned to look at James, who sat on the chair, drunk.Andrew stood in front of James, feeling a mix of anger and frustration.James looked at him as he asked, "so what brings you here Andrew? Don't tell me you've come to kill me."Andrew couldn't help but laugh at the irony of the statement. "How ironic James, so tell me, why did you bring Amelia here?"James shrugged, a drunken smirk on his face. "Is that what she told you?"Why did you bring Amelia to your place?" Andrew asked, his voice firm.James smirked, as if he found the question amusing. "Is that what she told you?" he asked, taking another swig of whiskey.Andrew shook his head. "No, that's what happened," he replied, his tone becoming more serious."Did you plan on buying my shares fro
Andrew sank onto the bed beside Lila, his heart pounding with desire. She looked at him with amusement, a glint of mischief in her eyes."Easy there, I didn't know you missed me this much," she teased, trailing her fingers down his arm.Andrew didn't respond, instead leaning in to capture her lips in a fierce kiss. Lila responded eagerly, her body molding to his as they tangled together on the bed.As they broke apart, panting and gasping for air, Lila looked up at Andrew with a mixture of desire and curiosity.He kissed Lila's neck, as she leaned back into his embrace, a soft moan escaping her lips. "I knew you wouldn't get over me so easily," she murmured, running her fingers through his hair.Andrew pulled back, looking at her with curiosity. "What made you so sure?" he asked, a slight furrow in his brow.Lila smiled knowingly. "Amelia isn't your type," she replied simply, before pulling him back into a deep, passionate kiss."You know what I mean, Andrew." She continued." Amelia i
As he stood under the shower, the water washing away the sweat and the memories of the past, Andrew couldn't help but wonder if Lila was right. Did he still want her? Or was he just seeking a moment of comfort and familiarity? He scrubbed his body under the shower, letting the cool water cascade through his body. He couldn't help but let his mind wander back to his recent intimate moment with Amelia. It was different, something about it felt deeper, more meaningful than anything he had experienced before. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was a sense of connection that he didn't feel with Lila.As he stepped out of the bathroom, his thoughts were interrupted by Lila's voice. "Hey, drop my towel," she said with a mischievous smile. Andrew chuckled and used the towel to dry his hair before draping it over his shoulders."Come over to the mansion, Lila," Andrew suggested, hoping to spend more time with her. But Lila seemed hesitant. "I don't know how long I'll be in
Andrew rubbed his eyes and yawned as he shuffled towards the bed. He gazed at Lila, still sound asleep with her hair strewn across the pillow. They had had a rough night, but it was worth it.He gently untangled himself from her embrace and stood up, stretching his arms and legs, trying to work out the kinks from last night's activities.He walked over to the window and opened the blinds, letting in the bright morning sunlight. The view outside was stunning, with the trees and mountains in the distance.Andrew then pulled out his phone from his pocket and checked the time. 8am - not too bad, he thought.He also checked to see if there were any messages from Tony. He was supposed to come pick him up this morning, but there was no message from him.He scrolled through his messages to see if there was any message or if Tony left any, but it was clear. He let out a small sigh and set his phone down on the table.He decided to make himself some coffee, but as he walked into the kitchenette
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