When Amelia guessed that the lady was of no use, she sighed and got into the back seat of the Bentley.
As the driver started the engine, she waved Helena goodbye, a hint of sadness on her face.
The day she spent in the villa was beyond magical for her. She had the people who really cared for her, pampered her.
After all the bad people she met, these were the nicest ones. Including Kristopher, he was the sweetest.
Thinking about him, made her smile and she quickly shook her head, coming back in reality and asked the driver, "Do you have the phone number of Kristopher?"
What? This girl is calling him by his first name? The driver was astonished and he shook his head.
"Alright, what about his company? Can you take me there?" she pleaded, in a happy tone to which the driver just shook his head, again.
"Oh c'mon. I know that you know and you know that he knows me and I know him so all of us practically know each other.." she said without a
"What do you mean?" Kristopher had no idea what was she talking about and his heart was beating in his ears, loud and clear."The scent, Kristopher," she said to which he acted to play dumb."What scent? What are you even doing here?" he asked trying to change the subject.Kristopher was a tall guy and Amelia was looking nothing but a small little lamb in front of him. And the way she was looking at him, just like a small kid looks at his or her parents if they want something."You see the thing is... I came here to thank you but when asking for you in the reception I heard people gossiping and talking about the boss.. and I smelled the same scent coming from the man.. it was the same scent I breathe in the club where I got fainted when Richard and Van Dough were going to sell me," she explained every little thing in detail."Okay, so... you are talking about me?" he asked, his both brows raised."Was it you?" she asked to which he gave a lo
Another second and he took his phone out from the pocket and dialled the number.Amelia and Grace were too busy to notice this and both of them walked upstairs, leaving the drunk man alone.Her mother asked her where she was and she replied, "Mother, I was with a guy. He saved me... you know he's a very nice man." when talking about him, she smiled.Her mother then asked her if she's in love with him and she immediately replied, "Oh god, Mother, no! I don't love him at all.""I'm finding another man.. who had saved me from Richard and men for the very first time.." this brought a wide smile on her face as her eyes dilated and it was a spark in them.Grace looked at her with a naughty face to which Amelia just blushed and covered her face with both of her hands, she was kind of embarrassed."God, mother! Stop it!" she said, her face covered.The cruel father was listening to all of their conversations from outside and clenched his fist
The face of the man was boiling in anger. After all, he was the one big businessman how can a poor little slut spat on his face and in front of everyone? There's no chance in hell she would be spared.He wiped his face off with a tissue and gave a half lipped smirk saying, "Bring the bitch in. I'm going to show her who the boss is.."He had a reputation and now that she messed with him...Figaro was being seated on the large sofa in the VIP area... Amelia was down on her knees.. as if at his mercy... Richard and Van Dough quietly standing on the left side, bowing their heads down."So, who is she?" Figaro asked, as the stripper handed him a glass of red wine and another one lighted a cigar for him.Figaro was an Italian man.. his accent said it all. And from the faces of Richard and Van Dough, they knew the man well."Sir, she is here to get sold." Richard, with a very smooth and polite tone, said to which Figaro showed him the eyes and said
"Help me! Someone! I'm afraid of the dark!" Figaro was now yelling for help as Amelia gave him a hard push and he fell on the floor.As it was dark and he could not see, more of it this man was afraid of darkness. So it was a nice and easy chance for her to sneak out."Where are you? Listen to me, please.." he was roaming his hands on the bed as if to find her but she was nowhere to be found.Figaro had no stamina to stand up, he was on his knees, fearing. His voice was shaky and Amelia wanted to laugh, so bad.. but now was not the right time.It was the VIP room and soundproof so literally, no one from outside can hear him pleading or asking for help.And it was a very good opportunity for Amelia to run because the VIP floor was all empty.. either people were in their given rooms or no common person is allowed to go here.As she reached the door, she unlocked it and quickly stepped out and when a ray of light appeared in front of Figa
Van Dough had arranged a hotel room for Amelia and Richard was just going back to his home town within an hour."Okay, if you did a good job and Figaro was satisfied with you, you will be rewarded and Van Dough will send you back to him.." he said, dragging her out of the bar and to the car.He pushed her on the back seat of the car and got seated on the passenger as the driver started driving, Amelia looked out of the window and her eyes got fixed on Kristopher but he was with a man, talking.Both of them were looking handsome but the man Kristopher was with, she could only see his back as he was facing Kristopher.Was he the same man? But Kristopher doesn't know him. Maybe he was with someone else. Now that she met him, she will see him everywhere.It's not that she had seen him fully and closely but in the dark, she felt him and made his image on her mind.He was handsome just like the men in Hollywood movies.. he was mysterious.. no man
Kristopher was driving, his brows knitted and he was lost in deep thoughts, eyes on the road but his mind was somewhere else.He tightened his grip at the steering as he increased the speed of his car, raised his eyes up to the back mirror and the road was clear. Not a single car on the front or back of his car.The bright and yellow street lights flashed open as if welcoming the drivers on the road. The wind blew through Kristopher's perfectly spiked hair as he opens the windows of his car. It sent shivers down his spine from the sudden chilly wind.All of a sudden his phone rang as he picked it up and put it on the speaker saying, "Now what do you want?""Why are you so stubborn?" there came a majestic male voice as if complaining."What?" Kristopher asked, eyes still in the road."I told you to drive slow.." the man said over the phone and Kristopher realized that he can hear the noise coming from the engine so he slowed down and ad
Kristopher and Christian looked at each other in fear. They quickly adjusted themselves and started talking with such affection, as if they were not even arguing in the first place.As soon as the door of the room pushed open, an old lady, face covered with wrinkles but she was fair... if she was so much beauty in her old days then how much gorgeous she might be in her younger days.Her hair was a platinum blonde and eyes like ocean blue pearls. She wore a beige top with the matching skirt, holding a stick in her hand."What are you boys doing?" she asked with a complaining tone.Christian and Kristopher looked at the old lady who carefully walked in, as Christian immediately stood up to hold her, helping her to get seated."Just business..," Kristopher said in a polite yet respected tone."Oh boy, it didn't seem business to me.." the old lady made a pouty face and replied."Nana, why are you up?" Christian asked, his brows knitted.
Amelia spent the whole night in the garden and under the open sky. She didn't sleep all night nor she went back to her room.Nature-inspired her a lot. She never thought that she might aspire to those sights.The waitress brought coffee for her as it was a cold night.As the shift of the waitress was over so she came to talk to her."Hi..." she spoke."Oh, Hie. Please have a seat." Amelia said to her sweetly. As she got seated, she wanted to know her story so she asked, "What's your name?""Amelia. Amelia Butler," she replied, then told her about the miserable life of hers.The girl was sweet, her story was also similar to her."You are a nice girl, Hope." Amelia smiled at her and put a hand on her hand, squeezing it gently.Right now she was all alone and she needed someone to talk to, to share her sorrows and pain.Hope's story brought pain in her heart, her father wanted her to work day and night.