All Chapters of Married for Revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

 Amelia's POV The day I will be called, "Mrs. Blackwood," after weeks of anticipation finally arrived. Ethan has asked severally if I still needed something for the wedding days before today and I told him I don't. The money he had sent to me was more than enough to prepare for a court wedding. I had purchased a very expensive outfit for the day, with a silver slipper to match.  Ethan made plenty of calls days ago, booking the services of the best hairstylist and makeover artist for the day. I was still in bed by this time, the wedding will begin in five hours and I am very nervous.  I woke up with a nervous feeling, holding my stomach at intervals and getting encouragement from my husband-to-be. He had walked to my room the moment he heard the faucet from my bathroom squeak.  "Relax," he said to me and I smiled at him, displaying my set of teeth at him. He smiled at me, w

Scarlett's POV*Days ago I woke up that morning to see Luke still laying in bed. I smiled to myself and kissed him on his lips, slightly. He smiled back at me in his sleep and turned to the other side of the bed. "How are you?" I asked him, whispering, kissing him again and he dragged me to himself where we stayed for sometime. We finally got entangled and drifted to our sleep again in each other's arms. It was finally dawn and Luke left for work, I was left at home, alone. Mother had called saying she will come over to my house to see me that weekend. I was happy to hear from her and anticipated her arrival and prepared ingredients for her favourite dish.  However, things changed when I came across the unbelievable. _ The same afternoon, I sat on the couch in our living room, watching my favourite television program when the power supply got disconnected. There was l

  Amelia's POV Ethan left for work this morning, saying he has a meeting with Mr. Robert and the other men whose names I was not aware of. I woke up just now and I saw that there were plenty of notifications on my phone. Most of the updates are still from the wedding held at the court about a month ago. I checked my inbox to see a text from my sister and I was angry. I was annoyed at her guts and effrontery to still send a text to me after all she has done to me. She had sent me a text and friend request on Facebook about last week and I declined the request, ignoring her text. Now, what? She thinks she can walk into my life again to gain my trust after stabbing me at my back. "Hi, Amy," the content read, the same thing she had sent last week. I was frustrated and I ignored her messages again, walking to the bathroom to empty my bladder. Pamela walked into the room at the noise of the tap running, askin

 Carl's POV I called Luke several times because of the rest of our deal. He complained of how broke he was at the moment, asking we give him some time to process the payment. My wife and I were left with no other choice but to visit Amelia at her new place and see if we could talk to her about lending some money to me with the promise to pay back whenever Luke makes the rest of the payment. Tessa finally had her way and has convinced me into taking a drastic decision. We had our bath early this morning, mapping out the address of the great Ethan Blackwood on the internet. We finished in less than four hours since we woke up from sleep and we left the house in our car. I did the driving and Tessa sat at the back of the car. We still have issues to settle, I had refused her to follow me to Amelia's new home, but then she always wants to have her way so I let her. We stopped at the gate leading out of the estat

 Amelia's POV The old man opened the gate for someone to walk in, I screamed at the sight of Pamela, rushing down the stairs to go and meet with her. "Pam!" I screamed in excitement, smiling and hugging her briefly. "Ma'am," she called, walking before me and I looked at her from behind. We got into the house and I gave her some time to arrange the stuff she had brought with her from her mother's house.  "How is she?" I asked the minute she walked into my room from dropping her small backpack in her room. "She sent her greetings," she said in response. We had a little conversation, moved to the kitchen when I heard a car honk its horn at the gate. I paused, waiting for the gateman to open the gate, but he did not. Instead, he opened the normal gate meant for walking through and I heard tiny voices because I was not close to the gate to know who spoke. I had expec