The sun cast a golden glow over the sprawling estate where the wedding of Amy Armstrong and Zion Petrakis was set to take place. The grounds were adorned with elegant floral arrangements, the air perfumed with the scent of blossoms. It was a scene straight out of a fairytale, but the reality that unfolded beneath the azure sky was far more complex than any storybook romance. As guests began to arrive, they were greeted by the sight of the grand mansion, its imposing façade a testament to the wealth and power of the families involved. The Diamond and Zion Groups had come together in a union that transcended mere business interests, binding their futures inextricably together. Inside the mansion, preparations were in full swing. Amy, resplendent in a gown of ivory silk, stood before a mirror, her heart fluttering with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. Beside her stood her mother, a vision of elegance in her own right, her eyes shining with pride. "You look stunning, my dear," he
Amy could not wait for this charade called marriage to be over even though she just gotten married. …As Zion gave the closing remarks she plastered a fake smile on her face. As he made the last statement and dropped the mic and they left the stage, Amy released a sigh of relief. The night sky stretched above them, a blanket of stars casting a soft glow over the city as they made their way through the deserted streets. Inside the car, the atmosphere was heavy with unspoken words, the weight of their newly forged union pressing down upon them like an invisible burden. Amy stared out of the window, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions as she replayed the events of the day in her mind. Beside her, Zion drove with a stoic expression, his hands in a tight fist with a quiet intensity. He stole occasional glances at Amy, his gaze lingering on her profile as if searching for answers to questions he couldn't voice. The silence between them stretched on, punctuated only by the soft hum of th
As Zion stepped out of the house, his mind churned with a restless energy that refused to be quelled. The morning air was crisp and cool, a sharp contrast to the turmoil raging within him. He glanced back at the imposing facade of his home, a silent witness to the chaos that had engulfed his life in recent days.As he descended the steps, his gaze fell upon Amy, who stood at the bottom, her expression unreadable. There was a distance between them, a palpable barrier that seemed to stretch infinitely, separating them even as they stood mere feet apart.Amy watched silently as Zion strode past her, his shoulders squared with a determination that bordered on defiance. She felt a pang of regret, a flicker of disappointment that she quickly quashed. This was their reality now, she reminded herself — a marriage born of obligation rather than love.As Zion disappeared into the waiting car, Amy turned away, her thoughts drifting to the days ahead. She had resigned herself to the fact that the
The morning sun filtered through the windows of the grand dining room, casting a warm glow over the polished wooden table where Amy sat, sipping her tea in silence. She was lost in thought, her mind still reeling from the events of the previous night and the establishment of their newfound house rules.As she sat there, contemplating the challenges that lay ahead, the sound of footsteps echoing through the hallway drew her attention. Moments later, Zion appeared in the doorway, dressed in a sharp suit that accentuated his commanding presence.Amy glanced up, her confusion evident as she took in Zion's appearance. She had expected him to be dressed for work, but the sight of him standing there, ready and waiting, caught her off guard.Zion met Amy's gaze with a knowing smile, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Good morning, Amy," he said, his voice smooth and confident. "I trust you're ready to start the day?"Amy blinked in surprise, her confusion mounting with each passing mome
The day stretched on endlessly, each passing hour marked by the relentless ticking of the clock on the wall. Despite her best efforts, Amy found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on her work, the closeness of their office seats proving to be a constant distraction.Every time she shifted in her chair, she couldn't help but brush against Zion's arm, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins. It was a sensation she found both unnerving and exhilarating, the subtle contact leaving her feeling flustered and off-balance.With each accidental touch, Amy felt a growing sense of discomfort settle over her, a nagging feeling that refused to be ignored. She tried to focus on the task at hand, willing herself to push aside the distracting thoughts that threatened to overwhelm her.But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the feeling of being too close, too exposed in Zion's presence. It was as if the air between them crackled with an invisible tension, a silent
The tension in the room was palpable as Amy and Zion faced each other across the expanse of their living room, their voices raised in heated argument. The topic of discussion: Victoria's unexpected visit to the office and the potential rumors that could arise from it."I can't believe you allowed her to come to the office again," Amy exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration. "Do you have any idea what people will think? The media is still on our tail after our impromptu wedding, and now this..."Zion's jaw clenched in frustration as he tried to defend his actions. "It was a business matter, Amy," he insisted, his tone terse. "I had no choice but to involve her. Besides, it's not like we can keep our marriage a secret forever."Amy shook her head in disbelief, her anger bubbling to the surface. "And what about the rumors that will inevitably spread?" she countered. "Do you really think I want to deal with that kind of scrutiny? I have enough on my plate as it is, without having to
The thought of sleeping on the same bed with Zion has been hunting Amy since she finished packing her things in his room. Amy looks at the clock in wonder; “ has the clock sped up? Why is it determined to give her a heart attack? She looked outside and it was getting dark. In an attempt to distract herself, Amy joined the chef in the kitchen to make dinner. After dinner Amy stayed back with her mum to watch a TV program though she wasn’t interested in the show, She was buying herself some time. “ I feel so sleepy and tired, I think I’ll retire to bed now,” Amy's mum told her as she left for her room. The clock on the mantelpiece ticked away the hours, its rhythmic sound echoing through the dimly lit living room. Amy sat huddled on the couch, her knees drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around them. She glanced at the clock; it was nearing midnight. The events of the day had left her feeling unsettled, and the prospect of spending another night in the same room as Zion fil
This Morning was a very awkward for Amy, she didn’t know how to start her day since she’d be sharing almost everything with Zion from the bathroom to the closet and they just slept on the same bed. Amy stood at the center of the room shifting her weight from one foot to the other while thinking of what next to do. Zion on the other hand was already using the bathroom and he was taking too much time. After spending almost an hour pondering on what to do, Amy decided to go pick an outfit from the closet, as she stepped out to place them on the bed like she always did as part of her morning routine. Suddenly, the click of the bathroom door broke through the stillness, and Amy's heart skipped a beat as she realized Zion was emerging. She turned her head just in time to catch sight of him stepping into the room, his damp hair tousled and tousled, droplets of water glistening like diamonds in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window. Her breath caught in her throat as