One desperate contract. One year to pretend. One chance to change the trajectory of her life. Amelia Davis never expected her past to collide with her present—it almost seemed like a soap opera. When her childhood friend, Dax Hughes, wakes from a three-year coma, and the Chairwoman of Kenzyl group, his mother demands the unthinkable: Amelia must pose as Dax’s wife to help him recover—else pay a staggering debt left off from ten years ago. Bound by obligation and driven by desperation Amelia steps into the world of wealth, lies, and manipulation. What began as strictly business quickly spirals into an undeniable web of lies and deceit. A thin line between pretense and reality is crossed too many times, as her heart is tested—Dax’s charm could not be denied, pulling her whilst he drew closer, igniting feelings and emotions she didn’t care to feel. But when Dax reclaims the life he'd forgotten, old love resurfaces and Amelia's resolve shatters. Can Amelia still go on playing the role of a wife? Or will this fake marriage break her, much more than her heart in ruins?
View MoreAmelia’s gaze widened, and her hands trembled as she read the figures—one billion! She flipped to one page, then another—her movement chaotic. Then her heart wrenched so much so she couldn’t breathe, once her gaze landed on the signature written at the end of the document. LIES they were all LIES. Her grip on the document tightened. “Back then, I forgave this debt. But as you rightly reminded me, our family has no relationship. It’s too much to ask that you pretend to be my son’s wife, just pay the debt and we will cut ties” “It's fake, isn’t it?” her voice trembled as she crumpled the sheet in her hand. “This has to be fake, a ruse to get what you want” She gazed at Mrs. Hughes, her eyes pleading. “I see your father never told you or your mother…” Mrs. Hughes poured herself another cup of tea “When his business was failing, he’d borrowed money from me to help keep it afloat, and it did for a while, but it failed in the end” Amelia watched as Mrs. Hughes took a sip
At first, she didn’t know where they were taking her. A few minutes earlier at her doorstep…“Are you Miss Amelia?” the man upfront asked.Amelia’s grip on the doorknob tightened. “Yes, I’m Amelia. Is there a problem?”She waged the door to block the men from seeing the inside of her house.“Come with us” The man reached for her arm not waiting for a response he forcefully dragged her out the door.Not waiting for a response, he held her by the arm and dragged her outside.Back to the present…Before she knew it, she was already in a car with two of the four men, while the other two flanked them, following from behind in another vehicle.Aside from those few words, they’d said nothing about who it was they worked for.At least she knew it wasn’t Bobby; these men weren’t cut from the same cloth as those bastards from yesterday.They seemed much more gentle, a lot more official than them, like a bodyguard.Amelia's gaze darted to the man beside her and then to the man upfront, taking
Her hand was grabbed and pulled back behind her.“What are you trying to do?” Dylan muttered from behind her.Amelia’s heart went up her throat.“Hmph, you still think you have a choice?” Mike snapped. “If you knew your mother couldn't pay, maybe you shouldn’t have let her out of the house, you dare!” Mike moved forward to act but was held back by Dash.“Make up your mind already?” Drake moved in between her and Mike.Amelia instinctively stepped back leaning on Dylan, startled by her close proximity to him she took a hesitant step forward.“Look, tell your boss Bobby I’m still here, my mother is still here, I will not sell my body, and you can’t make me.” Dash frowned, her words sounded like a threat.The other laughed, not taking her seriously at all.Amelia lowered her gaze to the ground. Like a leech sucking at every fiber of her being. How could her mother borrow money from these people? She couldn't help but feel small, and ashamed in front of these people.“You know…” Dash st
The last thing she wanted was to look the way she did and go visit her mother and so she wiped the evidence, splashing cold water on her face then cleaning it with a paper towel.She leaves the restroom, going back to the reception area which seemed a lot more quiet than a few minutes ago when she’d been there.Amelia goes to her mother’s room, knocking softly before entering but who lay before her startled her.Instead of her mother, there was a man, plugged into an oxygen mask...Startled, she took a step back having entered the wrong room, she turned to leave but then paused at the sense of familiarity she could feel towards this person.Amelia walks to the man’s hospital bed, clearly seeing the face behind the oxygen mask.“Dax...” What was he doing here?She reached her palm to his forehead, her gaze fixated on him—His had grown more handsome over the years.She dragged her hand to his cheek, caressing it.The patient brow creased, and his eyes fluttered but remained closed.Amel
Amelia's gaze never left the doctor’s as he continued to spill medical jargon, his voice fading in and out drowned by the sound of her own beating heart as her breath hitched in her throat. Cancer! Did he just say lung cancer? “Miss… Miss are you listening… Miss Amelia!” the doctor tapped his finger on the office table. A muscle twitched in the lid of Amelia’s eyes, and her gaze shifted to the tapping fingers, then back at the doctor. She blinked a couple of times ridding herself of the pain of her long stare. “I’m listening, doctor, please continue” The doctor retrieved his fingers, leaning forward instead, resting his hands on his office table. “Miss Amelia, I know this is hard for you,” he started his voice, kind and comforting “But do pay attention to what I say as it concerns the patient's life” The doctor rested his back down on his seat having made his point clear. A gentle warning, to her abated mind. “Okay... I understand doctor, how is my mother? Is there any other w
Amelia's gaze never left the doctor’s as he continued to spill medical jargon, his voice fading in and out drowned by the sound of her own beating heart as her breath hitched in her throat. Cancer! Did he just say lung cancer? “Miss… Miss are you listening… Miss Amelia!” the doctor tapped his finger on the office table. A muscle twitched in the lid of Amelia’s eyes, and her gaze shifted to the tapping fingers, then back at the doctor. She blinked a couple of times ridding herself of the pain of her long stare. “I’m listening, doctor, please continue” The doctor retrieved his fingers, leaning forward instead, resting his hands on his office table. “Miss Amelia, I know this is hard for you,” he started his voice, kind and comforting “But do pay attention to what I say as it concerns the patient's life” The doctor rested his back down on his seat having made his point clear. A gentle warning, to her abated mind. “Okay... I understand doctor, how is my mother? Is there any other w...
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