Amara woke up with a sharp headache and heavy chest. A hazy film of dilemma lingering over her head as she blinked her eyes open. For a long moment, she took her time looking at the time and remembering what happened before she fell asleep. Just like someone poured cold water on her, her whole body suddenly froze. She did not fell asleep, in fact she fainted. She couldn’t remember what really caused her to pass out, but only thing was going on in her mind. Martha. Amara scolded herself for being so careless. How could she forget about Martha? Overtaken by the anxiousness, she quickly swung her legs off the bed when the door of her room opened. Amara stilled, shocked and taken off guard before she knew, she was tearing up and tried to stand up only to limply fall back on the bed. “Hush, hush! Everything’s fine, my child. See, I’m here.” Martha mumbled embracing Amara and rubbing her back. Amara held tightly onto Martha.“I thought…I thought…” Martha rubbed her back, telling her Rhy
Amara spends two days in her room, completing the painting. On the morning of the second day, she found herself wide awake staring a the ceiling lost in her thoughts. Last night, she once again had the same nightmare but this time, it was not just a nightmare, she saw Rhys in her dream, as her knight in shining armour. Her feelings for him were confusing and yet she couldn’t understand them wholly. The next day was warm and sunny unlike the last few gloomy days and she was more than ecstatic to roam in the gardens."This is so much fun!" Amara giggled. "Is it now?" Martha said looking over at Amara. The young girl looked so carefree and happy. Once again today, Martha had tied Amara’s hair in a braid bun, but today there were no flowers. She still managed to look ethereal and angelic. "I wonder when they’ll grow…" Amara pouted looking down at the freshly planted plants. Martha rolled her eyes. "They’re still babies. Just like people they also need care and nurturing to grow." Swea
Adrian’s povMy fingers curled painfully around the glass. The golden burgundy liquid burned my throat yet I couldn't stop consuming it. The burn helped tamper the shake of my thoughts. "Are you sure about this, Adrian? You should think again." I lowered the glass with much more strength than intended. It clanked heavily on the tabletop. It was getting harder and harder to leash my self-control. After the night I confessed my sins to Rhys, I could still hear his words lingering in my head.'Divorce her. You do not deserve her.’ I curled my fingers and clenched my teeth. "Yes, this is the only way I can keep her safe." Abigail’s eyes widened. I couldn't afford to lose her again, I wouldn't let that happen. "Just because your brother threatened you, you’re divorced—" The man Jun hired to investigate replied. "He did not threaten me!" I growled. My heart clenched at his words. “Letting her go is not an option—““I can not keep her too, Gail! I do not deserve her—““Who said that? Y
Amara nervously fidgeted with her fingers as Rhys stood right beside her. The guard told them Adrian just arrived. And after so many days, Amara wasn’t sure how she should feel. All the emotions seemed to envelop her. Martha was in the kitchen preparing the drinks. And now they stood in the lobby waiting for Adrian. Amara's heart raced as Adrian entered the room. Her mind was flooded with memories of his soft touches, the smiles, the shared glances, the tender moments. But now, as he stood there in that impeccably tailored dark blue suit, looking just as dashing as she remembered, there was an unfamiliar tension in the air. She had expected to feel joy at seeing him again, but all she could manage was a forced smile.Adrian's light eyes met hers, and he offered a small smile. Whereas she was still, Adrian could feel his heart bursting out. The small piece of jewellery in his pocket seemed to be piercing his skin. But he decided. Today. And every day. Amara was his. Rhys however felt
“Rhys. Long time no see.” Abigail mused taking a sip of his whiskey as he glanced at Rhys from the other corner of the table. His keen dark eyes set on Rhys. Rhys swirled the glass of his whiskey between his fingers, his gaze dark and sharp. “Should’ve kept it that way. I don’t like uninvited guests in my house.”Abigail snickered. “Well, I was invited…by your brother.” He motioned to Adrian who was helping Amara sit. Rhys averted his eyes with a tick. “This is not his house where you can come and go as you please, Francis.” Abigail tensed at the mention of his last name. Almost choked on his whiskey as he glared at Rhys. “Abigail.” He stated. Rhys smirked leaning back and raising his brow.“I’d rather call you a dick.” Abigail clenched his jaw. Rhys met his glare. Rhys, Adrian, Lorcan and Abigail had a history that ran deeper than water. Rhys never liked Abigail. But when Abigail’s father became his business rival, his hatred only intensified. If Rhys wanted, he could’ve ruined
The atmosphere there suddenly became more unpleasant and she immediately pulled herself away from his embrace with trembling hands. The surrounding was heavy with tension. He leaned in suddenly, pressing his lips forcefully against hers. Amara's eyes widened in shock as she felt his aggressive kiss. She could taste the desperation in his actions, and it left her feeling uncomfortable and uneasy. Her heart raced, and she gently pushed him away, her voice trembling as she whispered, "Adrian, wh-what are you doing?”Amara's heart pounded in her chest as Adrian's forceful kiss left her in a state of shock. Her body tensed, and she felt an uneasy knot in the pit of her stomach. The intensity of the moment had taken her completely by surprise, and she struggled to make sense of his unexpected behaviour. Anxious thoughts raced through her mind, Adrian was her husband, she shouldn’t be feeling this way, but why, why was she feeling so anxious and panicked at the same time? "I...need to use
Rhys knelt beside her, his eyes filled with concern and a deep hurt that mirrored her own. He longed to reach out and comfort her, to banish the darkness that had engulfed her.Rhys sat beside the bed, watching as Amara slept soundly, her face framed by the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. She looked like a serene, beautiful angel in her slumber, her features relaxed, free from the worries of the world. Her peaceful expression tugged at his heartstrings, filling him with a deep sense of reality.“This world has been too cruel to you, Angel.” He muttered softly. Beneath the gentle caress of the moonlight, Amara looked ethereal. So innocent. The soft silver beams spilt through the window, casting a delicate radiance upon her face.Her ebony hair cascaded in graceful waves around her, like strands of midnight silk, contrasting with her porcelain skin. Moonlight danced upon her delicate features, illuminating the contours of her face, revealing the subtle curve
The morning was sunny and chirpy, the soft rays of sun in-filtered through the large floor-to-ceiling window into the dining area. The table that last night was filled with deserts and delicious food, was now empty as Amara, Rhys, and Adrian sat around it, but the atmosphere was far from warm and inviting. Tension hung heavy in the air, like an unwelcome guest.Amara's gaze flickered between the two men, her expression a reflection of her emotions. She didn’t know how or when she ended up in her bed, covered with warm sheets. Someone even changed her clothes. She somehow thought Martha had something to do with it. But she could not shake the ghost of touches on her skin. She had a vivid imagination of some tall and muscular man picking her up, and she snuggled closer to his hard chest. Just thinking about that made her cheeks flush as she lowered her head. Another reason she couldn’t meet Rhys’s eyes. Adrian looked at her with a heavy heart and cleared his throat. With much-needed c