All Chapters of Amelia: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

They arrived at the venue where the engagement party will take place. Amelia held Damian's arm as they walk towards the entrance. A staff opened the door for them. They entered slowly, pacing themselves. The murmuring crowd stopped and all turned to look at the star of the party. Their eyes wide in surprise as they gossip about Amelia who had a calm gaze as she looks around the room.Damian walks with Amelia towards the stage. A staff handed him a microphone. "Everyone, I appreciate you all for coming today on this very important occasion. Let me introduce you all to my fiancee, Amelia" Damian slowly wrapped his arms around her waist. Amelia smiled gently at the motionless crowd.

 "How long have you been pregnant, Lia?" Calia asked as she took a bite from the cookies that Maisy served them."A month and a half," Amelia answered with a smile."I see" Calia replied. While the two were busy chatting, the butler, along with the other servants were hiding at the side, eavesdropping at their conversation. Because of the distance, they can't hear what they were talking about but they can see by the smile on Amelia's face that it was a pleasant conversation.

Amelia stares at the ceiling of their bedroom as she stayed laying down on the bed. Damian was still asleep beside her with his arm placed on top of her stomach. Amelia turns her body to look at Damian. She moved closer and wrapped her arms around his waist with her face buried on his chest. Damian had slightly woken up and pulled Amelia to him."Good morning" he greeted as he gave a kiss on top of her head. Amelia didn't reply and only nodded her head. Ever since Damian had informed her that Calia was his ex, Amelia had been restless. She couldn't stop thinking about how they were as a couple."We're going to Tamara for a check-up today. Did Alfred told you?" Damian asked.Amelia looks up to him and met his gaze. "Yes. He told me yesterday" she replied.Damian leaned in and gave Amelia a kiss on the lips. It was just a light peck as Damian was trying to limit himself. Amelia stood up and made her way to the bathroom. She looks at herself in the mirror and stares at her tummy which had

Damian stared at his sleeping fiancée whose arm was wrapped around his waist. He looked at the time and saw that it was 6 in the morning. Damian carefully removed Amelia's arm before standing up. He fixed the comforter on Amelia before silently leaving the bedroom. As he walks towards his study, he opens his phone and called his secretary."Yes, sir?" His secretary immediately answered."Updates?" Damian shortly asked."Mr. Ivote sent another one, however like what you have ordered, I sent his head to him, along with a love letter this time" Haris quickly reported."Good" Damian praised Haris while thinking that Haris is not a completely useless secretary after all. "Tighten the security around the mansion and Amelia. I can't be with her all the time so make sure no rats can sneak in” Damian added as he opens the door of his study.Damian hangs up before Haris could answer. He walks towards his desk and sat down as he puts his phone do

Ivote stood in front of a gravestone at their private cemetery holding a single piece of red rose, her daughter's favorite flower. He laid it in front of the gravestone before kneeling down on one knee. It was an action he wasn't used to doing but for his daughter, he could do anything."Hey, sweetie. Did you miss me? I'm sorry that I couldn't visit you every day" Ivote started talking. He had a sad smile directed to his daughter whose cold body lies 6 feet under."My sweet princess. You must be lonely, laying there all by yourself. Don't worry my sweet Liv. I'll join you soon, ok? Wait for daddy" Ivote continued talking.He bent even lower, kissing his daughter's gravestone. It was cold and hard, it felt almost as if he were kissing his daughter's dead body. His secretary's eyes widened at his actions. The president of their company just kissed the gravestone of his daughter. Who would believe that Ivote, would so easily kiss a gravestone as if it was nothing.