The alarm rang at exactly 6:00 in the morning. Disturbed by the sound, Amber grudgingly sat up on her bed, half awake, rubbing her eyes and heaved a heavy sigh. She felt the pendant hanging around her neck. It was engraved with her father's initials.
Her mind drifted back to him. He was hardworking and did everything he could to support the family. He showered her with love and treated her like a princess despite the struggle. She remembered how she insisted on going to the mall, which led to an accident causing her father’s death. She wished she had not forced him. She blames herself for his death and thought taking up the family’s responsibility would make her feel less guilty, but it was instead exhausting. “Is this ever going to end?” she thought to herself. She got up from the bed and prepared for the day’s activity. “Amber!” Her mother called from the living room. “Why isn’t breakfast ready yet!? Do you want to starve us again?” she yelled. She sighed, raising her head up while blinking to stop the tears from dropping. “Coming,” she grumbled, sliding her feet into her worn-out slippers. Her mother walked up to her in the kitchen, “the debtors called again. This time, they threatened to take the house. Make sure you work twice as hard so we can settle them.” She didn't know when she murmured, “Why don't you do the work instead?” As she continued making breakfast. “What did you say to me?” Amber turned, yelling on top of her voice, “I do everything I can for this family. I work tooth and nail just to ensure the debt is cleared. And all you do is nag! If it was so easy, maybe you should…” Just before she could complete her statement, a resounding slap landed on her face. “How dare you!? How dare you speak to me in that manner? Have you lost your mind?” “Oh, you've grown wings now, right? Don't come back to this house with no money to settle your late father's debt. You're the reason he's dead, so you should take full responsibility.” She ordered as she left the kitchen. Holding her cheeks, tears rolling down her eyes. Those words pierced deep inside of her. Even though she had always told herself, hearing it aloud still made her stomach twist. She wiped her eyes and continued making breakfast and setting the dining table. As she walked past her sister’s room, the door creaked open. “Hey,” Amber called. “I left some food for you on the table. Make sure you eat before leaving for school.” Zara turned to her, half asleep, she responded, “Thanks Am, you're the best.” It was the only kindness Amber could hear from her family all day. She went back into her room to prepare for work. The sight of her uniform disgusted her as she wore them. Heading out, each step she took was like she had weights strapped on her ankles. She was tired of everything - the unending debt to be paid, the unpaid bills taped on the fridge like a vision board, the flickering lights in her apartment and the family that only saw her as a wallet. Her wish was to just disappear from the face of the earth. ”If only wishes were horses…” she thought. When she finally got out of the house, she found a crisp white envelope placed right on the foot-mat. She picked it up, looking left and right, wondering who must have kept it there and what was inside. Without checking its content, she shoved it into her bag and headed straight to work. Just then, Amber realizes she was already late. She ran hurriedly down to the restaurant. As she carefully opened the door, hoping not to be noticed, a voice snapped from behind, “You're seven minutes late.” In shock, she turned, and it was her boss, Mr. Callen. “I'm so sorry,” she said, rushing to tie her hair into a bun. “The bus broke down and…” “And what?” Mr. Callen cut in, “I do not pay you to run late and put your workload on other members of staff. The customers have been waiting, and they clearly don't care whether the bus broke down or not.” Her heart dropped. “It won't happen again.” “It better not. Or else, you give me no choice but to let you go. This is your last warning. Now, get to work.” he commanded, already turning away. She nodded as she headed to the counter. “That was close.” Rina whispered as she passed her a tray. The activity of the day continued. Amber moves from one table to another, dodging insults from rude customers who treated her like she meant nothing. In the city of Ravelle, there’s a high level of discrimination between the low class and high class. “Hey, girl,” Rina called from behind the counter. “You know you really have to take it slow with the way you work yourself out.” Amber gave a faint smile, “I don’t have a choice. I have a lot of debt and responsibilities on my shoulders, and you know it.” “Don’t worry, our prince charming will soon come to our rescue, just like Cinderella.” “In your wildest dreams,” Amber responded. They both laughed and continued the day's activity. During their break hour, her mind went back to the envelope. She reached out to her bag and brought it out. “What’s that?” Rina asked out of curiosity. “I don’t know. I found it at the door this morning while coming to work.” “Well, open it! It could be the answer to our prayers!” Rina said excitedly. She shook her head in mockery of Rina with a smirk on her face and finally opened the letter. She froze in shock. “What? What does it say? Let me see” Rina grabbed the letter from Amber. “WHAT! Oh my God! Is this real? It can’t be, right?” “I… I… think it's real…” Amber stuttered They both stared at each other and the letter in Rina’s hands in disbelief.“LOVE TRIANGLE SCANDAL? ISABEL MILLER CONFRONTS LEON VIREMONT AND HIS FIANCÉE AT A LUXE BREAKFAST SPOT.”“Oh my world. This is crazy,” Amber said to herself, covering her mouth with her palm as she read through the news content. Attached to it were images from that morning—containing her, Isabel, and Leon, and blurred images of her and Leon leaving the restaurant.“There's really no privacy in this world. How has something that happened this morning made it to the news? They sure do have a lot of time on their hands” She scrolled through the content and finally got to the comments. User1: “Isabel looks like she's about to explode. She should have just saved her face by letting him go. He clearly doesn't love her.”User2: “I have no idea why Isabel will stoop so low to Amber's level. She's a queen and queens don't throw tantrums.”User3: “People calling Amber a gold-digger are clearly mistaken. She doesn't look desperate to me.”User4: “Amber kept her composure while Isabel caused a
“LEON!” She snapped. Darious struggled to stop her. “Get your filthy hands off me!” she shoved past him, finally getting to their table. “I'm sorry, sir. I tried to stop her but—” “It's okay.” Leon cut him short and signaled with his hands. Amber's chest tightened. Fear gripped her from where she was seated. She didn't need anyone to tell her who it was. The rage in her eyes said enough. Isabel. Leon’s arranged fiancée. “What are you doing here? He questioned. “What am I doing here?” She scoffed. “So, this is it? This is what you chose over me? Her?” “Isabel,” Leon warned, his tone coming low as he grabbed her wrist. “DON'T YOU DARE, LEON!” She shoved his hands off her. “You humiliated me in front of everyone. We were supposed to get married. But you embarrass me like this, for what? Some… desperate gold-digger?” she said, pointing a finger at Amber. “Can't you see? She's not your type, not even close.” Amber flinched when she heard those words. Her jaw tightened and her
Chapter 16:By the time Leon got home, it was already late at night. The house was quiet. He loosened his shirt as he stepped quietly into Amber's room. She was already fast asleep, so he thought.He walked up to her and sat carefully beside her, watching her sleep. He was about to leave when he noticed a damp sweat on her forehead. Her brows furrowed, her lips trembling as she whispered broken words in the stillness.“Dad… wake up. Please… don't leave me.” A single tear rolled out of the corners of her eyes down her cheeks. The sight of this made Leon's chest tighten. This was the second time he's seen her like this. She was going through a lot, trying to be strong at the same time.Without thinking twice, he reached out for her hands and soon, her trembling eased. Leon exhaled slowly, realizing how tightly he had been holding his own breath. For a long moment, he just sat there, studying her. He leaned back and wondered what other things she's been bottling up and carrying the burd
Shortly after the call, Leon stood there for a minute, smoothing his expression before heading back to the dining table. Amber glanced at him as though she could sense the shift in him but she said nothing. They ate in silence until Leon’s voice cut through.“You'll be assigned bodyguards from today. It's not safe to go out alone. And don't go out without any notice.”Amber’s fork paused mid-air. The idea of being followed wherever she went felt suffocating, but there was something in Leon’s tone that left no room for protest. She nodded slowly. “Alright.”Although the thought unsettled her, she had no other choice. The silence at the dining table stretched long after Leon’s words about bodyguards. Amber kept her gaze lowered, though her mind buzzed with questions she didn’t dare voice.After breakfast, they both retired to their rooms. In her room, Amber took her phone once again and scrolled through the notifications. Then, she stumbled on a particular message that made her blood r
Leon's POV. I closed the door gently behind me, but the image of her stayed glued in my mind. Her trembling hands, her shaky voice as she spoke, her eyes filled with unshed tears. She had no idea how much she reminded me of myself. I thought of her words. It hit me harder than it should have. I knew what it meant to be nothing more than a pawn, a name, a legacy to be bartered. My father had drilled that lesson into me since I was old enough to stand beside him in boardrooms. My phone blew up with notifications. I had gotten interview requests, calls from reporters, comments, messages, name it. I leaned against the wall and thought of how much pressure Amber would be feeling. I was used to the drama, I could handle it better. But beneath the fierce courage and confidence she displays, lies a soft and broken heart. I should have walked away, kept my distance like I always did. But the truth was, when she looked at me like that, vulnerable, weak, and shattered, I felt something
Amber's POV. My heart dropped as I saw her call. I didn't know what she was going to say or how she was going to react to the news. I swallowed hard and picked up the phone. The conversation I had with her was unbelievable. I was dumbfounded. I expected her to sound concerned, worried, or even angry. Ask about how I was holding up with the entire city gossiping about me, or ask me questions about the news. I wanted her to sound like a mother for once. But contrary to that, she sounded… delighted. Every word she said stuck to me like a tick. “Feelings don’t pay debts, Amber. Results do. If this engagement saves us from disgrace, then you’ll stay right where you are and play your part. For once, don’t ruin things.” Those words echoed in my ears. It pressed down on me like a weight. She didn't care that I was trembling on the other end of the phone, that my face was on every news outlet, that my life had been snatched by a contract I didn't even want in the first place. All she ca