LOGIN" Make love to me, Ryan. F*ck me till my legs give way. “ When Amelia said this, she knew she was willing to risk everything… her father’s trust and happiness. **** " Damnit, Amelia! He’s my friend! “ Her father snarled. " And he’s my lover! “ She yelled right back. Bryan shook his head, " No, child. Ryan is too dangerous for you. “ " And old, “ he added in a whisper. " I’m not a child anymore, daddy. I’m 21 “ Amelia answered. " Who knows nothing! End it with him or I’ll disown you! “ He was shouting now. She stomped her feet on the ground like the child her father had called her, " I’m going to be with him, Dad! Get used to it. “ " He’s being called a monster for a reason. Don’t you know why? “ " Stupid reason. He doesn’t deserve it. “ she retorted and added, " And isn’t he supposed to be your friend? “ Bryan shook his head, " You come first, Mel. I’m going to protect you from him. “ " At all cost. “
View More" You bitch! Come here! ” Stella screamed at Amelia who ran away as fast as her short legs could carry her. She knew she would be in trouble if she stayed back after class. Stella had invited her to a party the previous night. She had threatened to kill Amelia if the latter didn’t show up and Amelia had refused to attend because going to parties wasn’t her thing. Now, Stella was there to carry out her threat. Earlier in class, Amelia didn’t miss the glares Stella kept sending her way and she had shivered in pretense fear. Her best friend could be scary at times, Amelia thought, looking back. Sure enough, Stella was glaring at her. " I’ll see you tomorrow! I love you! ” Amelia screamed, drawing the attention of some students nearby. The guys gawked at her. She was a short beauty- if there was any word like that. With long blonde hair that cascaded down her back, ocean blue eyes, white skin and curves in the right places, she drew the attention of both genders. She was a sight to behold. " You need a boyfriend, sweetheart. Those boobs of yours are helplessly crying for a guy’s touch, ” Stella would always say shamelessly. While Amelia was an introvert and the shy type, Stella was an extrovert who would never hesitate to put someone in their place.
Stella hissed, " I hate you! ” She screamed back and marched away. Amelia laughed and slowed down her pace. She had successfully escaped Stella’s wrath, for now at least. **************** On getting home, she met her father which was very unusual. He was never home at this time of the day, she thought. Slowly, she approached him. " Hi Dad, you’re home early. Did something happen at the hospital? ” She asked curiously. Bryan looked up and gave her a tired smile. " Hey honey, how was class today? ” He asked, ignoring her question. Amelia's eyes bored into her father's, searching his face for some clue. " At this rate, I'm afraid you'll drill a hole in me. Quit staring at me suspiciously, " Bryan laughed and Amelia visibly relaxed, now convinced that her father was fine. She dropped her bag and slumped on the sofa tiredly. Bryan stared at the bag for a while as though it bothered him, " You should go drop your bag in your room, then we'll talk. " Even though her father spoke softly, Amelia knew better than to argue with him. She could use the shower too, she told herself. She got up obediently and proceeded to her room. An hour later, looking fresh and all, she was about to tell her father how her day went when he informed her about his transfer at work. Amelia's blood ran cold in fear and shock. Many thoughts ran through her mind as she processed the information. " Sweetheart? " Bryan called when he received no response. Amelia jolted back into present. " Uh? " She asked, staring at him blankly. Bryan sighed, " I was waiting for your response but I noticed that you were lost in thought. " Amelia laughed harshly, " waiting for my response? Would stay if I ask you to? " She asked with a glare and added, " Don't ask for my opinion when you've made a decision. " She continued, " So am I gonna stay here alone? Or do you want me to stay in the girls' dorm? " She asked bluntly, masking her fear of being left alone. Bryan shook his head, " No honey, I've made preparations for you to stay with my friend. " Amelia frowned her pretty eyebrows, wondering who that friend was. She was about to ask him who the friend was when another important question popped up in her mind and she asked, " How long will you be away for? " He smiled bitterly, " A year at most. " Amelia's eyes widened, " A year?! " " At most, " he correctly and added, " It could be less. " " Who's this friend anyway? "She asked, crossing her hands around her breasts. " Ryan, " Bryan simply said. Amelia racked her head for a minute until she remembered who he was, " Mr Woods??! " She shrieked. Bryan raised an eyebrow in question, " Yeah, is there something wrong? " Amelia thought about the handsome billionaire who had been friends with her father for as long as she could remember but she hadn't had much encounter with him because he was a man of little words who always wore an unapproachable expression. It made her wonder how they were able to maintain their friendship over the years. She shook her head, " Oh! Nothing. " Bryan sighed, " I guess you know the kind of guy Ryan is, right? " Amelia nodded and he continued, " Good. I want you to be a good girl. He's a very private person so do not poke your nose in his business, okay? " Amelia pouted, " Dad! " Bryan laughed, " I'm sorry, sweetheart. But you know how curious you can get at times. " " Just be good to him, huh? " He added. Amelia smiled, and her dimples showed. " Sure, Dad. " Bryan got up, " Go pack your bags while I take a shower. Then we'll head over to Ryan's place. " Amelia's smile dropped and her eyes widened in horror, " Why are we going to his place now? When are you traveling? " Bryan sighed, " Tomorrow morning. " " Tomorrow morning?! " Amelia shrieked. Bryan nodded sadly and Amelia started to pity him, thinking to herself that the situation must be hard on him too, until she saw the corners of his mouth lift in... a smile?! She placed her hands on her hips and glared at him, " Uh-huh, Looks like someone is happy to leave his daughter behind. " Bryan's head shot up and traces of the smile were gone too, " No darling, you can't possibly understand how bad I feel about leaving you behind. " Amelia rolled her eyes, " Whatever. " She started walking to her room. ********************She whispered, “ I think he had Stella killed. ” Ryan didn’t interrupt, he just let her continue. Amelia continued, her voice trembling “ Because he didn’t want her to get in his way. He probably knew that she was trying to warn me… warn me to love you with a clear head and not give in too much. ” A tear slipped down her cheek, and she wiped it furiously with the back of her hand. “ I don’t know, to be honest. Her death is still a mystery to me. But I don’t believe it was just a hit-and-run thing. ” Ryan didn’t say anything immediately. After a while,he finally spoke, “ You’re keeping our baby, right? ” Amelia pulled back slightly, blinking at him. He looked scared and wanted reassurance that she wasn’t going to take away the little piece of hope growing inside her. She didn’t answer immediately. She tilted her head and pursed her lips, pretending to think hard. “ Well… ” she dragged the word out, biting back a smile as she placed her hand thoughtfully on her chin. “ I don’t know yet.
She wanted to argue but she was too tired. Without another word, Amelia sank onto the bed and lay down. Ryan sat beside her, his hand reaching hesitantly to brush over her hair. “ How long have you been feeling sick? ” he asked carefully. Amelia shrugged, “ I don’t know. ” she answered truthfully. Ryan hesitated before he asked the question that was on his mind, “ You’re going to keep the baby, right? ” he asked hopefully. “ No, ” she said immediately, without hesitation. Ryan’s chest ached at her response and for the first time in years, he felt his composure shatter. “ Why? ” he asked hoarsely. He leaned closer, searching her face. She sighed, “ I can’t keep the baby when the father and I have issues. ” Her tone was flat, but her trembling hands betrayed her. Ryan’s heart shattered into pieces. He forced himself to speak, “ Mel… I’m sorry for what happened last night. ” he brushed his thumb against her temple. “ Even in my rage, I couldn’t stop wanting you. I'm sure I hurt you, did
What had he done? He asked himself. Turning his head slightly, he stared at her. Amelia was curled on her side, her face still damp from tears she must’ve cried after he had fallen asleep. Her skin was marred with faint marks from his roughness. What kind of man treats the woman he loves like this? Slowly, he sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He couldn’t bring himself to wake her. What would he even say? That he was sorry? That he had been drunk? So he did the only thing a coward would do, he went out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. When Amelia finally stirred, it was to a dull ache that welcomed her body. Her muscles were sore and a groan slipped past her lips as she shifted beneath the blanket. She blinked slowly, adjusting to the dim light through the curtains. Then the memories came rushing to her. She pushed herself upright, hoping to see Ryan still there but the room was empty. He had left without saying anything. Amelia swung her legs over the
Her eyes darted around the room. Then she saw a tray of food on a small table near the window. Her stomach growled loudly, betraying her hunger. She pressed a hand against it, biting her lip. Slowly, she rose and made her way toward the table. She hesitated for a moment, staring at the food suspiciously. Did Ryan bring this? Or one of his men? She picked up the spoon, her hands trembling, and took a small bite of soup. Before she knew it, she was eating quickly. When she set the empty bowl down, she leaned back in the chair and stared at the locked door again. “ Why are you doing this to me, Ryan? ” she whispered to no one in particular. Her throat suddenly went dry and tears blurred her vision, “ I know I betrayed you. But do you really have to keep me here like some… some prisoner? ” Her fingers dug into her knees, “ I didn’t even want to give him those files. I only did it because I was scared he would hurt you if I didn’t. Doesn’t that matter at all? ” Her voice cracked, and she d
“ No… ” she whispered, her legs finally moving. She bolted outside, her heart hammering in her chest. Her father’s car was crushed against the twisted wreckage of a truck. Smoke filled the air. And Bryan lay sprawled on the ground beside it, his body broken, blood pooling beneath him. His lifeless eyes stared at nothing. Amelia gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. “ Oh my God… ” Behind her, Ryan stepped out, his eyes flicking from Amelia’s trembling figure to the wreckage before them. The man who had destroyed everything lay lifeless at their feet. And Amelia was left between grief, relief, and guilt. When she turned, Ryan was standing only a few steps away. He didn’t move toward her, he just stood there and watched her. Amelia’s body shook violently as she pointed a trembling finger at him. Her voice cracked, “ You… you did this, didn’t you? You killed my father! ” Ryan pinned her with a deadly glare. He took a step forward, his tall frame shadowing her. “ I didn’t kill him. His gre
Eventually, sleep came and the next morning, Ryan was gone before she woke up. When Amelia peeked into the living room, there was no trace of him. His keys were missing and his jacket too. Also, she saw that he hadn’t touched his breakfast which meant that he left in a haste. Amelia wandered aimlessly, and after like five hours, her phone buzzed suddenly, startling her. It was a message from her father. Bryan: Come to this address. Now. Bring the files with you. Her heart raced as she read the words again and again, then a location pin popped on her screen. Amelia bit her lip, gripping the phone until her knuckles turned white. She went to her room, crouched by her bed, and pulled out the files she had stolen. She hugged them to her chest, whispering, “ Please… don’t let anything go wrong. ” She dressed quickly in jeans, a plain blouse and sneakers. She didn’t bother with makeup, only twisting her hair into a ponytail. She needed to look normal. Sliding into her car, she gripped the s


















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