Novels by favour262003

AMELIA POV I couldn’t hold back my tears any longer, and a few slid down my cheeks. “I’m sorry, Ethan, but there’s a reason for everything. If you’d just let me explain.”Ethan chuckled, a bitter edge to his voice. “You know, that’s what the real Amelia used to say ‘let me explain.’ And it makes me wonder, what could she possibly want to explain? What’s left to say, except that she left me when she thought I had nothing and ran off to marry the next rich man she found? I’ve already figured it out.” He glanced at me, his eyes hard but flickering with intense pain. “I’ve never let us have a normal conversation because I don’t want anyone begging for forgiveness after choosing money over me.”“It’s not like that Etha, that's not true,” I said, my voice trembling. “It was never about the money. I don’t know if you’ll remember anything I say when you wake up tomorrow, but it was never about the money Ethan.”“That’s right, this is all a dream,” he said, his tone softening. A smile cur

AMELIA'S POV I smiled softly and looked away from Clara. “I still am, aren’t I?” Clara nodded. “You still have that fear a woman has for a man she loves and respects, and that’s a good thing.”“Really?” I glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. “Here I was thinking it wasn't a good thing .”“Not at all,” she said warmly. “It shows that, no matter what, you still hold deep respect for him and care about what he might think or say.” I sighed, my eyes betraying the ache in my chest as I remembered the way Ethan speaks to me now. “It’s not like he thinks well of me anymore, or says anything kind, he now hates me.”“Don’t worry,” Clara reassured me. “It’ll come with time.”“I know.”Lucas walked back into the room, a frown creasing his face. Before I could ask what was wrong, he spoke. “There’s news, ma’am. I’m not sure if you’ll want to hear it Ma'am.”“What is it?” I asked, my stomach tightening.“Mr. Caldwell is at a pub. He’s drunk and nearly got into a fight. They can’t call any

AMELIA'S POV It’s been a month since I returned, and to my disappointment, things haven’t progressed between me and Ethan. So many times, I’ve tried to get him alone to talk, but he either ignores me or lashes out with words that cut deep. Sometimes, I wonder if he still has any feelings for me at all. But then I see how he acts like a barrier whenever Julian Pierce tries to approach me, and it makes me reconsider. Maybe Clara was right that Ethan is hurting, and the only way to ease his pain is by telling him everything, how it all happened. The problem is getting him to listen. That’s my biggest challenge.Lying on the couch in my living room, I let my mind drift to how life became this tangled mess. I thought back to the first time I met Edward, the day he asked me to marry him, our wedding day. I sighed and closed my eyes, remembering how miserable I felt that day. Edward had convinced me it was for my own good and safety, but that didn’t change the fact that I’d only ev

AMELIA'S POVThe black limo rolled to a stop in front of the towering gate, which parted to reveal my two-story manor. Its white walls, accented with touches of brown, glowed under the soft light of the lamps, casting shadows on the animal-shaped flowers and lilies that adorned every corner of the grounds. The car parked near the porch, and the driver hurried to open the back door. I stepped out at the same time as Lucas Bennett, not sparing him a glance as I made my way to the porch and entered the house. The interior lights were dim, casting a quiet hush over everything. I climbed the stairs to my room, my heels clicking softly against the wood.Once inside, I tossed my purse onto the bed and headed straight for the bathroom. I turned on the faucet, letting hot water fill the round tub, and began to undress. My gown slipped to the floor, pooling at my feet, and I stepped out of it, trying to keep my mind blank. But the moment I sank into the steaming water, my resolve crumbl

ETHAN’S POV I was lost in the moment, my lips pressed against Chloe’s, her hand gripping the back of my neck. Her dress had slipped down, revealing her bra, and her legs were wrapped around my waist as she sat on the table. My hands held hers tightly, but one slid up to her breast, my fingers brushing against it. It wasn’t just kissing anymore,it felt like I was pulling something vital from her, something I didn’t even know I wanted.But then, a soft sniffle broke through the haze. “Ethan,” a voice called, fragile but piercing. I froze, releasing Chloe instantly. My eyes darted to the door, and there she was, Amelia. My heart did a painful flip, like it was trying to leap out of my chest and run to her. I wanted to rush over, to explain, to make her understand this wasn’t what it looked like. But just as I took a step, reality hit me like a cold slap: she wasn’t mine anymore. She hadn’t been for years. Nine years I’d waited, kept myself for her, and what did I get? She came

AMELIA'S POV I watched Ethan stride toward the bathroom, his broad shoulders tense under his tuxedo, and made a mental note to find him as soon as my dance with Lucas ended. The ache in my chest from our earlier encounter still lingered, his cold words, the way he’d fought for a dance he hadn’t even asked for, only to spite Julian. I needed to understand what drove him, why he seemed to care one moment and push me away the next. When the dance finished, I slipped away, my heels clicking softly on the polished floor as I headed to the men’s room. He wasn’t there. My eyes had been fixed in that direction, so I hadn’t seen him leave. Confusion gnawed at me as I wandered down the hallway, my heart pounding with a mix of hope and dread. Then I saw a door marked ‘staff only,’ slightly ajar. Maybe he was there, seeking a moment of solitude like I often did. I pushed it open, and my world collapsed.I stood frozen, staring at Ethan and the lady locked in a passionate embrace. My eyes