2. Who Is He?

It had been a month since Katherine had moved in to stay with Amara and Brandon, she had tried to swallow the pain but every day, she was being pushed into a corner.

Brandon had stopped sleeping in their bed and at the office, he started going with Katherine which brought in questioning gazes, but Brandon would simply say, "She's carrying my heir, it's only right that she knows about the company."

Every single day was hell for Amara but she held it in until she was in her room where she would cry herself to sleep each night.

If she wasn't being humiliated by her husband, she was being mocked by Katherine.

The worst was that Katherine had managed to get the workers on her side too, they would whisper and look at her with strange eyes every time she came downstairs.

Life became a nightmare for Amara and she just wanted to end it all. As she stood by the table, she was pouring tea into a cup but was so absent-minded that she didn't realize that the cup was overflowing.

"Careful Amara, you might make the floor wet and I might slip. I'm pregnant you know, but I understand since you don't know what it's like to carry a child in your womb." A mocking voice said behind her.

"I'm not in the mood for your games Katherine," Amara responded as she went to pick a towel to clean the tea she had Spilled.

A humorless laugh erupted from Katherine's throat as she stepped closer to her with her arms folded across her chest, "Moods are for pregnant women." She rubbed her flat belly.

As Amara turned to face her, that was when she saw what she was wearing, Katherine was in a silky al short with a bra and an open throw.

"This pregnancy of yours sure seems to be your biggest weapon, I mean look at you walking around naked for all the workers to see."

Amara half laughed.

A smirk stretched on Katherine's VEL face, "All the workers report after 10 am. Do you know why? Because I told them so and they obeyed E because I'm the new boss. I will soon be the only Mrs Foster and when that day comes, you'll be out on the streets."

"Is Bat what you think?" Amara challenged. "News flash." She held up her ring finger, "I'm the one married to Brandon and you're just a whore trapping him with an innocent child, But you know what I find interesting?" She stepped closer to her, making Katherine move backward until she was trapped against the wall.

"The day you came back and how old the pregnancy is don't match. So you wait and see, I'll wipe out that mask you have on for world to see."

Fear flashed in Katherine's eyes before she let out a piercing scream making Amara stumble backwards.

"Oh, Amara!" She gripped her stomach, "Why do you want to kill my baby? Take out your anger on me and not on the innocent child." She cried.

"What?" Amara gasped in shock.

Before Amara could understand what was going on, Brandon was by her side,

"Amara how could you! This is low even for you." He spat coldly and lifted Katherine off the ground in bridal style and walked away leaving Amara to stare at his retreating back in shock.

As Brandon walked out of th kitchen, Katherine met her gaze as a smirk stretched on her face making her stare in shock "This is unbelievable!"

Amara was putting the cup back in the sink when she heard angry return to the kitchen heavy sigh escaped her lips because that seemed to be the pattern for the past month, she would be accused of something she didn't do and Brandon would angrily lash at her without hearing her side of the story until she stopped explaining.

"Brandon-" Her words were left hanging when she felt his palm land against her cheek.

That was the first time that Brandon had been physically violent to her, he would say terrible things but he was never physical and now she wondered what else Katherine had said to make him so angry that he hit her.

"Next time I see Kate cry, I'll move you to the maid's quarters!" He spat and walked away without giving her a chance to explain.

Amara was in shock as she felt her face sting, she dropped her arms to the side and dragged her feet toward the staircase as tears fell on her face, she was in so much pain that she didn't realize her best friend had paid her a surprise visit and witnessed the exchange.

 "Amara?" Selene called softly.

Amara whipped her head, unable to believe that her best friend of ten years was standing before her. She quickly wiped her tears and forced a smile through her then puffy face, "Selene? When did you get here?"

Selene moved closer and pulled her friend into a hug. "I saw what happened and I would turn a blind eye if it was any other type of disagreement,"

She pulled away from Amara and held her shoulders, looking into her eyes, "He hit you, Amara. We can't ignore that. Tell me what the hell is going on."

Amara placed a finger on her lips and pulled her friend towards the staircase but Selene pulled her back, "Oh hell no. If we have to watch what we say, then we won't talk from this house." She pulled her back and dragged her towards the door.

"Selene, I'm in sleeping clothes!" She complained but Selene didn't let her go.

"You don't have to always look perfect. Now come or else I'll commit murder!" She pushed her friend gently into the passenger seat and walked to the driver's side of the car.

Amara's house was a mansion with a beautiful fountain in the middle, She watched as Selene drove her away from a place that was once her heaven.

"How do things change so quickly? My heaven became my worst nightmare in a blink of an eye." Amara sighed.

"That, my girl is exactly what you're going to explain to me about. But I can't listen while sober, we are going to a club. I've been wanting to take you there and this seems like the best opportunity." Selene smiled at the look of horror that was on Amara's face.

"I've never been to a club! But that's not important. Look at how hideous I look!" Amara complained but Selene's smile only grew.

"Don't worry, You're still gorgeous. Now come!" Selene parked the car and waited for Amara who was still finding it hard to believe that she was being driven to a club with tears on her face at 11 am!

She hesitantly followed Selene to the entrance where a bulky man stood with a straight face, Selene passed but he blocked Amara's

"We have a dress code policy!" He said and crossed his arms on his chest.

Amara's cheeks burned a bright pink from the embarrassment.

"Uhm sir, she will change we had to rush before the tables got full." Selene stepped in.

"Got full? It's 11 am!" Amara whispered in disbelief, "People drink that early?" 

"You'll be shocked what people do at 8 am. Now move you're blocking the way. Change or go to a library or something." The man said dismissively.

"But-"

"I said fuck off!" The man suddenly stepped up and growled at Selene.

He was about to push Amara when he froze midway. The aura suddenly changed and a shiver ran down Amara's spine. She didn't need to turn to know someone important was standing behind her. His deep velvet voice spoke three feet behind her, 

"Is that any way to treat a woman?" He asked.

"Sir. uhm I ... her dress code is against the rules." The man stuttered.

"Let them in and fire him." He said to someone behind him and walked passed them.

His scent filled her nose as she looked at his perfectly chiseled face, but he passed by like the wind, and didn't get a chance to take a good look at him. Her eyes grew into saucers as she swallowed and turned to Selene, "Who is that?"

His scent filled her no nose as she looked at his perfectly chiseled face, but he passed by like the wind, and didn't get a chance to take a good look at him. Her eyes grew into saucers as she swallowed and turned to Selene, "Who is that?" 

Selene took her hand and pulled her inside as she whispered, "That man is someone you should run very far away from when you see him!"

"What's his name?" Amara asked.

"Lucian Volkov, every dream and every man's nightmare!" Selene whispered.