Amelia's POV
Mark 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. Despite the odd encounter, I dismissed it and carried on.
Joined by Sabrina, Schem, and Mark, our camaraderie continued outdoors. Laughter echoed as we exchanged jokes and relished each other's company. Amidst the mirth, I felt an unshakable gaze upon me, yet I opted to ignore it.
"Amelia, Mark, I'm sorry, but Sabrina and I need to pass on lunch today," she explained regretfully. "Our uncle arrived from Australia, and we have to welcome him home." Schem wore a somber expression. "We'll catch up another time." A promise of future camaraderie and a quick embrace followed before they departed.
Turning to Mark, I quipped, "Well, it seems you're stuck with me for lunch." His arm encircled my shoulder as he teased, "Lead the way, cutie pie, I'm famished." Sharing a chuckle, we set off towards a nearby restaurant, the growls in our stomachs aligning with our culinary mission.
As the afternoon progressed, Mark escorted me home. It had been an incredible day, replete with shared meals, conversations, and laughter. Playful moments at the park had rekindled our childhood spirits, yet my heart carried a weighty secret, one I was determined to share.
Summoning my courage, I uttered, "Mark..." Uncertainty hung in the air, but his familiar smile reassured me. "Yes, cutie pie?" he responded, his affectionate nickname warming my heart.
Swallowing my nervousness, I confessed, "There's something I need to tell you. I'm... well, I'm a bit nervous about it." Fidgeting with my hands, I continued hesitantly, "I don't know how you'll react, but I feel I need to say it."
His gentle gaze and soothing words calmed my anxiety. "You know you can tell me anything, right? I'll understand," he assured me.
Summoning my courage, I finally revealed, "Mark... I have a crush on you." Admitting my feelings felt like releasing a deep breath I'd held for far too long. The room seemed to hold its breath in response to my vulnerability.
Unbeknownst to me, Mark's confession was poised to follow. "Actually, cutie pie, I've been meaning to say this too. I've had a crush on you since we were ten," he admitted, his sincerity shining through his words.
His revelation left me stunned, my mind racing to process the implications. Before I could respond, he gently scratched his head, his smile bashful. A fleeting pang of regret coursed through me – what if our deepening connection marred our cherished friendship?
Then, in a surge of courage, Mark spoke again. "So, cutie pie, I've been wondering... would you be my girlfriend? Can we give it a shot?" His question hung in the air, laden with hope.
Overwhelmed by emotion, I found my voice. "I would love to," I affirmed, my heart swelling with newfound joy. An electrifying tension enveloped us, magnified by his proximity.
As Mark inched closer, a flurry of emotions surged within me. Could this be my first kiss? His touch brushed against my cheek, and I leaned in, meeting him halfway. Our lips met, and time seemed to pause – a gentle, tentative kiss, our connection deepening with each heartbeat.
Our shared moment was punctuated by a breathless pause, our eyes meeting in silent understanding. Gasping for air, we pulled away, our grins mirroring each other's happiness.
Our footsteps resonated as we continued our journey, approaching my home. Mark's question lingered, and my heart fluttered anew. "So, a date tomorrow?" he proposed, his hand brushing my cheek in a tender gesture.
A swift affirmation escaped my lips. "Yes," I replied, excitement tinting my voice. "Be ready by 7 p.m. I'll come to pick you up," he added, sealing his words with a gentle peck on my lips. With a final embrace, Mark bid his departure, leaving me to contemplate the beautiful uncertainty that awaited.
As I stepped into our home, I was met with my brother's intense gaze. His disapproval hung heavily in the air, manifesting in his words. "I can't believe best friends are supposed to kiss, let alone on the lips. I'm telling Mom and Dad when they get back," he declared, his frustration evident.
My pleas tumbled out, a desperate attempt to avert his wrath. "Jon, please, just listen. Yes, he's been my best friend, but today... today we confessed our feelings for each other. We're giving it a chance. I've known him since we were ten, and he's sincere. Please, don't tell our parents," I implored, the weight of his judgment pressing down on me.
A surge of emotion threatened to overwhelm me, tears stinging my eyes. His concession brought both relief and a renewed sense of vulnerability. "Okay, I won't tell Mom and Dad. But be cautious. Don't let anything tarnish our reputation. And tell Mark to meet me tomorrow. We have something to discuss," he directed firmly.
I hesitated, my confession bubbling up sheepishly. "Actually, Jon, we already have plans for tomorrow. It's a date," I admitted, my cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and excitement.
A stern look crossed his face, accentuating his role as my protective sibling. "Before your date, we're having a serious conversation, just the two of us," he declared, his words leaving no room for negotiation.
I seized the moment to express my gratitude, enveloping him in a heartfelt hug. "Thank you, bro. I love you," I murmured, the depth of my emotions conveyed through my embrace.
Jon's retort broke the sentiment, his mischievous grin returning. "Alright, alright, stop hugging me before I suffocate. And by the way, you stink," he teased, inciting laughter between us.
With a playful retort of my own, I raced to my room, a hint of excitement mingling with my amusement. "You smell like cow dung, Jon!" I called back, evading any retaliation he might have been planning.
Gabriel's POV
In the solitude of my office, a glass of whisky in hand, my emotions simmered with a volatile blend of anger and obsession. My thoughts swirled around my angel and the man who had dared to enter her world. I had assigned my operative to watch her closely, to report every detail of her actions to me.
Abruptly, the intrusive ring of my phone shattered my reverie. I answered, my irritation palpable as I listened to James, my personal detective, recount his findings. Fury welled within me as he described my angel sharing an intimate moment with another man and their plans for a date the following day. The mere thought of someone else touching her incited a seething rage.
James had been my informant, my eyes and ears in her life. With a mixture of rage and frustration, I barked orders at him. "Find out who that boy is. I want every last detail about him. And I'm still waiting for the information about my angel. Make haste with this task, or I'll make sure your life turns to ruin," I threatened, my voice dripping with fury.
His assurances of providing the information the next day did little to quell my anger. I ended the call, hurling my glass of whisky across the room, the shattering of glass mirroring the tumultuous storm within me. The intensity of my feelings was overwhelming. From the very first moment I'd laid eyes on her, she was mine, whether she knew it or not.
I nurtured fantasies of having her to myself, cherishing her and claiming her as my possession. Only I had the right to adore her, to touch her, to dominate her in every sense. My thoughts descended into dark desires, envisioning her submission, her pleas, her eventual surrender to me. In my mind, she was already mine, a willing victim to my twisted affections.
The next morning, I adhered to my usual routine, even as the turmoil within me raged on. Skipping breakfast, I headed directly to my office, the image of her with that boy etched in my mind. James soon entered, bearing a file that contained information about both my angel and the boy.
I dismissed him and delved into the contents of the file, my eyes skimming over the details meticulously collected. Amelia Hutton, daughter of David and Eleana Hutton. Eighteen years old, a recent graduate of Success Academy. Her priorities were clear: family first, with her new boyfriend Mark taking second place.
Mark Wooton, son of Louis and Sarah Wooton. Eighteen years old as well, close to his younger sister Gabriella. His family ran a small shop in town. The bitterness between him and his mother intrigued me, a potential weakness to exploit.
As I read, a fierce resentment boiled within me. Why did he have to be so close to her? I wanted her for myself, to be the one to bring light to her life. Her innocence, her potential for naughtiness, I yearned to uncover it all. Only I should be able to discipline and dominate her.
Fueled by this desire, my thoughts darkened further, a sinister plan forming. Mark Wooton would face my wrath, ensuring he'd never again lay a finger on my angel. I would dismantle his world, piece by piece, until he posed no threat to what was rightfully mine. Amelia Hutton, I vowed, would soon belong to me – body, soul, and spirit.
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
Gabriel's POVIt's been a month since I decided to confess the truth to her. I couldn't bear the thought of her seeing me solely as a villain. So, I chose to reveal a part of the truth, leaving out the darker details that could make her hate me even more. I'm well aware of the pain I've caused her, and while my obsession with her still lingers, I've learned to exercise restraint.Over the past month, I've remained by her side, offering support without crossing any boundaries. I wanted her to see that I can change, that I can be better for her. Progress was visible – her fear of me was gradually subsiding, and she was starting to open up. I've been careful not to touch her in ways that would make her uncomfortable, allowing her to trust me at her own pace.A positive development is that my father has finally transferred all of his business holdings to my name. I am now the proud owner of Hamilton Enterprises, and my underground ventures, which remain hidden from her, continue to thrive.
Amelia's POV The situation was incredibly embarrassing. How could I not have realized that this elegant and luxurious room would belong to him? "Um...sorry, I didn't know. Don't worry, I'll find another room," I stammered, feeling utterly flustered. "No, it's fine. You can stay here. I don't mind," he responded casually. I simply nodded, feeling a mix of awkwardness and gratitude for his understanding. Without lingering, I retreated into the room's walk-in closet, selecting a simple yet cute floral dress to wear. Once dressed, I left the closet and noticed the sound of running water from the adjoining washroom, indicating that he was in the midst of a shower. Fighting off my boredom, I decided to explore the mansion. I gently closed the door behind me as I stepped out of the room and turned left, my curiosity piqued by the sight of another staircase. It led further upstairs, and my intrigue prompted me to ascend and see what lay beyond. Continuing on, I soon reached another door. J