CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - CAREFUL WHAT YOU SAY ABOUT MY CHILDRENAmelia's POV"Do you like him enough to be our Daddy? Can he be mine and Caden's Daddy? Please, Mommy. Don't say no."I halted, mid-step, one of my hands gripping the rail. My lips parted and I ransacked my brain for a reply. Camilla stood beside me, her big eyes, round and hopeful. My baby girl didn't understand that what she had just asked for... wasn't a new doll or a bedtime story that I could easily give."Camilla..." I crouched slowly so we were face-to-face. "Sweetheart, I... Lucian is a good man, okay? But he's not your daddy. You already have a daddy."She frowned. "But he shouted at you. And you cried. I don't like it when you cry.""Who told you that?" "Nobody." She folded her arms, not meeting my eyes.Wow. I never disclosed that I was hit by Drake to my kids. What the hell was even happening these days? I sighed. "Baby. I know he hit me and that's not okay. But some things between grown-ups are complicated."She
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - PLEASE MOMMY, DON'T SAY NO.Amelia's POVLucian likes me? "No," I said, shaking my head and forcing a nasal laugh. "Lucian is the Don. The Don doesn't like anyone. I've been led to believe that he owns people, manipulated them, maybe even protects them if it suits him... but love? Your brother doesn't have a heart."Seraphina raised a brow, a soft smile still painted across her face. "Believe what you want, but I've known my brother all my life. And I've never seen him act this way around anyone."I frowned, munching on some vegetables. "What way?""He's careful with you. He watches what he says. He even goes out of his way to make sure you're comfortable. Lucian doesn't do that. Not even for me."I didn't know how to respond to that. I pushed my plate away and stood. "Even if he does like me, it doesn't matter. I'm not interested.""Just don't break his heart. You might not like the kind of man he becomes if you do.""He has a heart to break?" I snorted and we la
CHAPTER SIXTEEN - THE DON LOVES ME?Jeremy's POV"You have to help me get it. I don't care what I have to do. Being a staff member at Cuddle Entertainment Industry has been a dream, Jeremy." Isadora sat cross-legged on the couch, opposite me in my study. For the umpteenth time since she'd walked in here, I ignored her.A white file sat on my desk. One of my private investigators had delivered to my doorstep this morning. He had said in that file was all the information he could gather on a certain... Amelia. Yeah, you guessed right. My ex-wife. After bumping into her last night, and seeing the cold look she threw at me, and the fact that she hadn't even bothered to call me by my first name. The informalities had vanished into thin air. Granted, I hurt her. But I knew Amelia more than I knew anyone. If she hid all the emotion she felt toward me, that wasn't good. After I'd left her, I looked back and a man I didn't recognise was engaging in a conversation with her. With a sigh, I pul
CHAPTER FIFTEEN - MISSION SUCCESSFULAmelia's POVI moved with the grace of a lady who knew why she was here and would get the job done. The ball held different calibres of people. Men in tux, designer suits, casual wears and then the ladies in ball dresses, the whores who were here for business, let's not talk about the wives of these business men, glittering in over the top ball gowns, tight satin dresses, skin out, breasts up, all holding their heads high like the could surpass the other.I was once the wife of a successful businessman. We attended social functions like this. We'd dance as a couple and make jokes until... He decided I was infertile and cheated on me. Now, he was married to the same woman with whom he'd cheated.I helped myself to a drink the waitress standing beside me was serving. The ice clinked as I brought it to my lips and downed the contents in one go. Glancing around me, I noticed the man had begun to disappear, one after the other. I sashayed forward, slip
CHAPTER FOURTEEN - SERAPHINAAmelia's POVI kept scrubbing my hands. There was no blood on them anymore, but I couldn't get the nasty sight out of my head. Lucian had made me dispose of the body of the man I'd shot. After a short while, I grabbed a face cloth from the sink and dried my hands with it.When I walked out of the bathroom, I saw Lucian sitting on the armchair that was closest to my bed. His legs were crossed, his tie loose and as usual, a glass of something was in his hand. Scotch. "You'll rub your skin off," He said, leaning back slightly."Yeah, maybe I should," I whispered, walking around to perch on the side of the bed.He scoffed, a lazy frown on his face. "Oh, don't start the waterworks again."He didn't get it, did he? I turned to face him. "I killed someone."He raised his glass in a mock toast. "Yes, you did."I breathed in to calm my angered self. "You think this is funny? I'm a murderer. How do I look my kids in the eye and say that to them?"Lucian stood slow
CHAPTER THIRTEEN - GETTING MY HANDS DIRTYAmelia’s POVI wasn't sure what I expected after sealing the deal with the devil. Maybe a handshake or a blood oath. Lucian simply adjusted the cuff of his suit and said..."Get up. We're leaving."I wanted to question his order. I needed to know where we were going at least. He was faster than I, each stride exuding confidence and an untouchable aura. We got to the black car waiting outside.Neither of us said a word until we were halfway across the city and deep into unfamiliar territory. "Have you ever been to Southgate?" He asked, keeping his eyes on the window.I shook my head.He smiled without looking at me. "Good. That makes this more fun."The car pulled up to an unmarked building that was eerily silent. Lucian stepped out, and I followed. The man at the door didn't bother checking our names. One glance at Lucian and he opened it.Inside was mesmerising. Velvet walls and crystal chandeliers. What was this place? It even reeked of cig