Amelia's POV:
In the comfort of my room, I found myself tangled in a rather familiar struggle with my mischievous brother, Jonathan. My exasperation reached its peak as he relentlessly teased me about my farewell dress. Seeking refuge in my mother's company, I interrupted her culinary endeavors, hoping for some solace.
"Mom, Jonathan is making fun of my farewell dress," I lamented to my busy mother, who was engrossed in the act of preparing dinner. Without pausing in her vegetable cutting, she cast a quick glance toward me, her attention briefly diverted from the task at hand.
"Jon, stop pestering your sister and take out the garbage, please," she instructed him in her calm yet assertive manner. Yielding to her command, he nodded and promptly disappeared to fulfill his chore.
Addressing me now, she beckoned me to assist her in the kitchen. "You, little one, come and help me with dinner. You've already turned 18, and all you seem to do is eat, sleep, and complain about your brother's antics. You're not a child anymore; it's time to start displaying a bit more maturity," she stated firmly, her tone laced with maternal concern.
My mother's affection for me was boundless, evident in her daily actions. Yet, she possessed the ability to exhibit a stern disposition when necessary, as she did in this instance. Nonetheless, my love for her remained steadfast, for she was the cornerstone of my world, a constant source of unwavering support and affection. Truthfully, I held a stronger affinity for her than I did for my father.
My father also harbors profound affection for me; however, his demeanor skews more towards the stringent end of the spectrum compared to my mother's. "Mom, she dedicates an excessive amount of her time engaging in conversations with that rather insipid boy, Mark, over the phone," Jonathan remarked as he strolled into the kitchen.
"Jon, I've previously elucidated that he happens to be my best friend, and it's worth noting that he also provides invaluable assistance with my academic pursuits," I retorted, my gaze bearing a hint of firmness as it locked onto him.
"Very well, should you profess that to be the case, my dear sister," he responded, a smug grin etching its way onto his countenance. Swiftly evading my grasp, he hastened towards his room.
"Wait there, King of Flatulence, a reckoning awaits you, for I am resolved to give you a sound thrashing!" I declared vehemently and dramatically, my vocal cords projecting my determination as I dashed in pursuit of his retreating figure.
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The hour neared 11 p.m., and I had just emerged from a refreshing shower. Perhaps my timing was unorthodox, as one might question why I chose to shower at such an hour. However, the sweltering heat of the summer had rendered me sticky and malodorous, prompting my impromptu cleansing.
Having scrubbed off the accumulated sweat, I now felt rejuvenated. Clad in a tank top and panties, I ventured to open my bedroom window, seeking a respite from the stifling atmosphere. As I gazed out, a scene unfolded before me: an opulent car idled by my neighbor's house, disgorging an elegantly dressed young woman. Her exit was marked by a forceful slam of the car door, her demeanor resonating with palpable displeasure. In an abrupt departure, the vehicle surged forward, emitting a screech that grated against my ears.
A disconcerting noise indeed, I mused. Contemplating the situation, my mind engaged in idle speculation. Perhaps she was the girlfriend of my neighbor, brought here by her paramour. Yet, her visible agitation toward him seemed incongruous. A pang of curiosity tugged at me, though I questioned the rationale behind my concern.
Dismissing the episode, I redirected my thoughts toward the approaching day, marked by the anticipation of a school farewell party. Tomorrow held the promise of camaraderie and celebration, factors that compelled me to rise early and prepare accordingly. With a final reflection, I surrendered to the enveloping darkness, the events of the day gradually succumbing to the embrace of sleep.
Gabriel's POV:
Within the dim confines of a nightclub, I occupied a barstool, the amber liquid of scotch on the rocks nestled in my grip. Amidst the pulsating rhythms of music, my attention was arrested by the spectacle of scantily clad women gyrating on the dancefloor, their sensual movements captivating the attention of onlookers.
Emerging from the crowd, a seductive blonde advanced toward me, her lips curling into a suggestive smirk. I appraised her figure with a predatory gaze, an involuntary action of my tongue across my lips betraying my lascivious interest. As she drew near, a calculated incline revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage, the embodiment of her intentions.
"Hello, darling," she purred, her voice laden with allure. "How about we find a more discreet spot to have some fun?'' Her manicured hand grazed my chest, igniting a spark of desire within me.
Engulfed by the allure of the moment, I entertained her proposition, acquiescing to her invitation for a dalliance. "Of course," I accepted, my lips curling into a half-smile as I savored the last remnants of my scotch. "And what shall I call you, miss?"
"Melodie" she replied, her tone heavy with innuendo, her gaze smoldering with unabashed longing.
Resuming my role as the pursuer, I led her out of the nightclub, our destination set within the confines of my awaiting vehicle. As we approached the car, her admiring commentary enveloped me. "Your car is truly impressive," she cooed, her eyes betraying a covetous desire.
My response was minimal, my attention diverted toward the imminent encounter. Seating myself in the vehicle, I gestured for her to join me. With the engine's rumble, we embarked upon our journey, the road unfolding before us. However, the allure of her presence began to wane as her shallow interests emerged, manifested in an incessant commentary about my car.
My irritation simmered, a realization crystallizing within me: her fascination lay solely with my possessions, her avarice overshadowing any genuine connection. The words I spoke were laced with anger, a torrent of frustrations finding voice.
"Listen, you're incredibly vexing. Your interest isn't in sharing an experience but in my material possessions. You're nothing more than a gold digger. I'm done." My anger palpable, I pulled over and demanded she leave.
"I didn't mean that. I genuinely want to have fun with you," she pleaded, reaching for my crotch. I forcefully removed her hand and brought the car to a halt.
"Don't touch me. Get out of my car," I spat, my anger unabated. Her exit was marked by the vehemence with which she slammed the car door, her departing words carrying the weight of her disappointment.
Alone in the aftermath of our encounter, I propelled my vehicle homeward. The subsequent interruption, a call from an unidentified number, tugged me from my contemplation. Ordinarily, I'd ignore such calls, but given the hour, this might bear importance.
Identifying himself as the principal of Success Academy, the caller extended an invitation. The prospect of being the guest of honor at their farewell party loomed, coupled with the implication of my presence fostering goodwill. My response was one of reluctant acceptance, laden with feigned enthusiasm and gratitude.
My thoughts, however, were far from the upcoming event. My reservations towards the principal were founded in an innate distrust, his veneer of politeness deemed counterfeit. My decision was begrudging, aligned with the necessity of securing my future. As CEO of Hamilton Enterprise, I bore the burden of anticipation, my father's promise of transferring the enterprise into my name offering both opportunity and constraint. For now, a tentative alliance with the principal was forged, my compliance a means to an end.
Amelia's POVAwakening to the gentle chime of my alarm, I reluctantly surrendered to the realization that today marked the culmination of my school journey. The bittersweet pang of change and nostalgia loomed as my customary routine was bound to alter.I couldn't help but reflect on the friends and camaraderie I'd be leaving behind. Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed the silent tears streaming down my cheeks. My beloved teachers, Mrs. Smith, in particular, weighed heavily on my heart, their nurturing presence soon to be distant echoes.Drying my tears, I proceeded to the washroom to attend to my morning routine and take a shower. Today, I chose to don a delicate applique lavender tulle dress, its contours embracing my figure gracefully. Minimal makeup adorned my features, a departure from the overly ostentatious styles some of my peers favored. A necklace, a thoughtful gift from Mark, graced my neck, while nude single-sole heels complimented my ensemble seamlessly. I left my cascadi
Amelia's POVMark and I took our seats in the hall, engaging in lighthearted conversation as the principal stepped forward to deliver his speech. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, especially regarding the guest of honor.Rumors swirled about the guest, a supposed billionaire and CEO of Hamilton Enterprise. Amidst the chatter, some sought his attention, driven by shallow intentions and an allure for his youthful handsomeness. Personally, I remained indifferent to his identity, more concerned with the content of his character than his exterior.When the guest of honor graced the stage, I was rendered speechless. He was none other than the man I had collided with earlier. Undeniably handsome, an aura of discomfort surrounded him, an instinctive warning to proceed with caution.Our eyes locked briefly, his cheeky smile extending towards me. Mortified, I averted my gaze, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. His speech concluded swiftly, his exit from the hall equally abrupt. Desp
Amelia's POV The gentle hum of domesticity floated through the air as my mother's voice mingled with the sound of dishes being washed. It was a serene backdrop to a conversation that was anything but tranquil. "Amelia, my dear, now that you're done with school, have you given any thought to your plans for the future? Uncle Joseph suggests that pursuing higher studies at a reputable university would be a wise choice," my mother ventured, her eyes focused on the task at hand. With determination lacing my words, I replied, "Mom, you know my heart lies in baking. I want to open my bakery. You're well aware of my passion for it. Attending a university might not align with that dream. I'd rather take on part-time jobs and save up to make my bakery a reality. It's a dream that means the world to me." Her response, though expected, held a hint of concern. "You could always approach your father for startup capital, my dear. He's always willing to support you, being his only daughter and all
Gabriel Pov Finally I got my angel. I feel like I got my soulmate. Last night when she went for her date I stalked her. When she was kissing that asshole I watched them coldly and I was raging. I got an opportunity to take her with me when she went to the restroom. She was passed out for more than 10 hours so I was worried about her. When I entered her room I was happy that she was already awake. When she asked where she was, her voice was like honey to my ears. But I got furious when she asked where that jerk was and she dared to call me a psychopath. I was more outraged when she tried to run away and on top of that she was worried about that jerk. I couldn't control my anger and I slapped her. I don't regret it. She needs to behave with me or else she'll be punished. No one
Amelia's POVWhen I awoke, I found myself in a moving car, lying on Gabriel's lap. The realization hit me—had we really arrived in Paris? The distance from home was overwhelming, and a wave of uneasiness washed over me. The unfamiliar surroundings and the knowledge that I was far away from everything and everyone I knew intensified my anxiety.Gabriel's seemingly considerate actions—letting me sleep on his lap during the flight and carrying me to the car—conflicted with the image I had of him as a cold and ruthless man. I couldn't let myself be fooled by his occasional softness; I knew the reality of the situation. We had arrived in Paris, a place I had only dreamt of visiting, but the circumstances had turned it into a nightmare."You are already awake? We reached Paris some hours ago. I didn't want to wake you up, so I carried you till here," he said, his tone attempting to sound gentle. I saw through his facade, understanding the darkness that lurked beneath his actions. He was a mo
Gabriel's POVFollowing the regrettable incident where I used the belt on her, I felt a surge of frustration. It was a move I hadn't wanted to resort to, considering she was the first girl I'd ever treated that way. Yet, her defiance managed to provoke me. I opted to dismiss the discomfort it caused me and framed it as a form of correction for her lack of obedience.However, I hoped that this experience had taught her a lesson, and perhaps it would negate the need for such methods in the future. With this idea in mind, I moved forward.Leaving the hotel premises, I attended a crucial business meeting. Yet, my focus was consistently interrupted by thoughts of her. Had she managed to eat anything in my absence? I assumed she must have ordered a meal, at least. The meeting, dragging on for hours, finally concluded. Given that we had already had an early dinner, I found myself not particularly hungry.Checking my watch, I realized it was already 6 p.m. Curiosity got the best of me, prompti
Amelia's POVWhen I finally woke up, the room was bathed in the soft glow of noon light. Gabriel was nowhere to be found, which was a slight relief. My stomach, on the other hand, was loudly reminding me that it had been a while since I last ate. With a rumbling tummy, I decided to take matters into my own hands and order some food.Picking up the phone, I dialed the number for room service, my fingers trembling slightly. "Hello, how may I help you?" the voice on the other end of the line inquired politely. "I'm staying in, umm, room 378, I believe, and I wanted to order some food," I replied hesitantly, not particularly skilled at conversing with strangers."Oh, so you're calling from Mr. Hamilton's Presidential Suite. You can place your food order with me, and we'll have someone deliver it to you shortly," the voice responded, carrying a distinct French accent.I proceeded to place my food order, keeping it simple yet filling. After hanging up, I waited with a mix of anticipation and
Amelia Pov The morning aftermath I woke up and beside me the bed was empty. I then cried my heart out. The sheets had my blood in it. My clothes were torn on the floor. I covered myself well with the quilt as I was feeling ashamed. I've turned into awhore. He ruined me. He raped me and I couldn't do anything. Never in my life I thought my first time would be like this. It was the worst nightmare ever. Last night when he finished using me he laid beside me and wrapped his arms around my waist before sleeping. But I didn't even sleep a bit. It's just I couldn't. He is a monster and will always be. Suddenly I saw him entering the room with a tray of foods. "Rise and shine angel. Look I've brought breakfast for us." He stated happily. But I looked away from him. I'm never going to forgive him for what he did to me last night. He came near me to give me a kiss but I pushed hi