Redemption In His Arms

Chapter OneI slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. The first thing that hit me was the taste - bitter bile that coated my tongue like acid. I tried to swallow, but my throat was sore, and the Dry feeling on my tongue intensified.As I struggled to sit up, a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me to lie down back. That's when I heard the beeping. A steady heartbeat that echoed through the length of my body reminded me that I was alive. I didn't feel that way though, I felt like I'd been run over by a truck.My gaze wandered around the room, taking in the sterile white walls, the beeping machines, and the antiseptic smell that cloaked the entire space like a garment. I was in a hospital room, and I was the patient.My breaths came out shallow as I strained my brain trying to remember how I'd ended up here. But my memories were hazy, like trying to recall a fleeting dream. I remembered fragments - an angry phone call, and a crash- but the details

Chapter Three “Please Bells can… can you start explaining from the day of my accident?” My cracked voice came out barely above a whisper. Bella scooted back to the edge of my hospital bed, softly grabbing my sweaty palms and lacing them with hers. “Okay my love, I might mix up a thing or two though seeing as it was two years ago,” Bella offered gently. I only managed a nod, my spirit far too drained to speak. She sucks in a deep breath and begins “ The day you got into an accident, You called me when you left the office. You sounded so upset in the call..” she trails off. I vaguely remember being annoyed and frustrated at Kelvin that day for canceling our dinner plans. “Anyways you called me and you were complaining about Kelvin’s behavior, then suddenly you let out a loud scream and I heard a crash. Luckily, I remembered we always share our locations so I tracked you down and when I got to you, there was so much blood and smoke. I thought you died Steph, Your blood was all o

Adam’s P.O.VBittersweet. The taste of alcohol has become bittersweet. It’s the only liquid I could stand at the moment. Ever since Her. I couldn’t afford to think about her or what happened. Hence the need to take my fourth glass of whiskey. It almost has no effect on me at this point, it’s lost it’s potency in my body. It doesn’t make me forget what happened to her, it just made me numb. I embraced that feeling. Staring at the pile of documents in front of me, I keep on sipping my glass of whiskey. A pile of vision less business proposals stared at me. I tossed them aside, lacking the time to glance through them.It’s been a year since It happened. The most excruciating day of my life. The day that took her away. I don’t know how I managed to survive it. I can barely call this surviving, I knew I was just going through the motions. I had too many responsibilities to just not give a shit. Whisky has been my greatest support system. Being the CEO of one of the biggest companies in the

Stephanie’s P.O.V“Relax Adam, hear me out first okay,” I retort with an eye roll. I expected this reaction from him, honestly. He looked all tensed up and expectant, ushering me to talk fast.“So the knowledge of my “death” is no new to you or anyone right…” I trail off, gauging to see if he was actually listening to me. His expression let nothing on. I might as well be talking to a stone. “Well in my absence, my uncle took over my company. And I want to get it back. He obviously wouldn’t hand it over to me now that I’m back. I’m 100% sure he killed my parents and tried to kill me. That’s where you come in…. I gathered that they have been trying and failing to form a merger with your company for quite some time. With us married, I’ll own major shares of my family’s company as stipulated in my dad’s will and with you as a major shareholder of both companies, we can reduce the stock price of The Malloy Holdings till they become bankrupt and I save it from destruction and buy it back a

Adam's P.O.V I’m a fucking idiot. That has to be it. Why else would I have agreed to Stephanie’s revenge plan if I weren’t one? I didn’t need this sort of distraction in my life. Especially now that I’m just barely managing to forget about Tracy. I’ll admit, the benefits of agreeing to this little contract marriage were sort of beneficial to me, they weren’t what engineered my decisions. Loneliness did. I’ve been so bleeding hollow for what seemed like forever, I needed to grasp onto something. Anything with the semblance of company, regardless of its fake status, was something I needed desperately. Maybe I acted foolishly, Maybe I even thought foolishly, but I needed to at least try. Plus it will get my parents off my case. My mum couldn’t have made it more obvious that she was worried about my downward spiral. So yes, I sought out Stephanie's number and agreed to her marriage proposal yesterday. Although a little voice in my head screamed at me for betraying Tracy. For trying t