Semua Bab The Billionaire's Bargain : Bab 51 - Bab 60

My eyes widened in shock, hands tracing the edge of my dress. I tried to speak but I couldn't, until I finally forced the words out. “But you almost gave me the check just now," I retorted slowly. "I'm sorry for the mix up, It was a mistake, Amelia. There's one more thing.” " And that is?” "A signatory is required.” What does that even mean? " A signatory?” I asked as if I didn't hear him the first time. " Yes, someone who signs to confirm your identity. It could be anyone, so far they have a certificate of citizenship.” With that I stood to leave. Fuck! I was just about claiming a life changing fortune. Why did it not work? Outside the building, I stood arms akimbo. Frustration washed over me fresh and undiluted. A salty liquid washed over my skin. I was sweating. Who could be my signatory? Clara, the only friend I had who could help out was out of reach. Minutes passed away, there was no one to call, no hope in sight. Then the name called in my head. 'Alex.’ “No," I s

AMELIA'S POVJust like everyone says, I had always thought grief would come in waves, or still, in little drops. But no, it was different standing here. And the scorching weather did not in any way offer fortitude.As the casket lowered beneath the earth, letting in what remained of a man I never thought I would cry for. A cold shiver pierced through my skin, and fresh tears streamed down my cheeks again.Beside me, Pastor Evans adjusted his posture against the wind, his kind eyes watching me before he opened his mouth. "You can say something if you’d like," he offered gently. His voice was steady, against the storm of emotions swirling inside me.My life had grown into an abode of unsteadiness, a whirlwind of emotions and occurrences. A minute, it would be a happy one, the next it would be a sad occurrence.I swallowed hard, words stuck in my throat like a piece of stone. What do you even say at a funeral where you’re the only mourner, wouldn't it just be as if I was addressing mys

AMELIA'S POVThe cold wind brushed against my skin as I stepped out of the burial ground, making my body tremble slightly despite the scorching weather. My fingers trembled from clutching the flowers I had just placed on the grave.His name rang in my head, perhaps for the last time. It was cold and final. I swallowed the lump that was still in my throat, fighting back tears that threatened to blind my vision."Rest well and forgive me," I whispered again, the rustling trees barely making my voice inaudible.As I turned to leave finally, a wave of dizziness washed over me. I stopped, gripping the iron fence to steady myself. Maybe it was just exhaustion. I hadn't eaten much lately and I had barely slept. Grief enveloped me, like a butterfly to a flower.'You'll be fine,' I murmured to myself. 'Just get home.'But with every step, my legs grew heavier and weaker, lagging helplessly against the dusty ground. It was as if a magnetic force was pulling my leg from beneath. My breath quic

AMELIA'S POVMy forehead twisted, wrinkling together in a way that made my brows almost touched each other. My lips were as heavyy as lead now. I was surprised at the request, not because she had not made such request in the past but because she already made me assure her that I was going to do whatever she requested and that felt like a death trap."Mommy, say something," her tiny voice came again, jerking me off from my thought. She looked so innocent as she spoke. Innocent of everything that had happened, of the circumstances surrounding her birth. Of how difficult this request was for me to grant."You are not going to keep to your words right?" She asked, her voice laced with desperation. I wish she would give up but that was nothing different from chasing after the wind.I had always came up with one excuse or the other whenever she asked about her dad. In fact, I didn't know what else to say to her because I seemed to have ran out of excuses."I'll do that, my angel. If that's

NELSON'S POVThe tension in the room was as good as suffocating. A seemingly silence mixed with a determined tension. Dagger looks, scary faces, and clenched fists were all I could see as I stepped into the hall.Soft murmurs, low indistinct chatters flew from every angle in the room, everyone's face held a visible amount of anger, impatiently waiting to be unleashed. If stares could kill, I was definitely dead at the moment, different eyes shot at me as I went to take my seat.The ground seemed to shake beneath me, almost as if it would tear if I wasn't careful enough. At last, I took my seat and Benita did, too, beside me. My heart beat with the speed of a racing car, but my face was as calm as a still water.I cleared my throat into the public address system, trying to bring decorum back into the room, but it failed. As I was about to proceed, a voice from among them tore into the air."Mr. Nelson," he began, voice dreadful as much as it could. "Before we proceed, we all would want