MasukAmelia's POV I pressed my lips tight in deep thought when Mrs. Pat admitted that she’d told Liam about my outing, but I didn't allow the whispers in my head to spoil my mood. “It's not as if I am hiding anything, it's just that the way he reacts to everything I do makes me angry. He has no trust in me, and I am tired of begging for it. I don't want him to mingle in my life and I wouldn't do that to him either. At the same time, I understand your worries” I gently nodded, letting it go. “Alright, dear. I am sorry, and that wouldn't happen again” Everywhere became silent. “What…” I stopped talking when I saw what she pulled out of her pocket, hanging her hand up for me to see it very well. It's my necklace. “I think this gold jewelry fell off your body,” she said, stretching her hand out to give it to me. Heat started rising from my stomach, but I wrapped up my emotions, trying to act like I wasn't about to pee on my body. Just for the talk on this to end, I qu
Amelia's POV One of the staff sweetly told me to relax on the visitor's couch, but I only nodded and smiled in response. I didn't even look at it, even though my legs hurt from driving all the way to this place; all I want is for this to end. I have had enough. I kept my eyes wide open as they began to inspect the bags and shoes one after the other. They pin tags with the model's name, the global market price, and the amount they can afford on each bag and shoe. They continued to work neatly and silently, even surprising me with their authentic sources and fashion specialists. I like this, but it's taking time. . I impatiently tapped my feet on the floor, my head hung down as I stared at my well-manicured fingernails. After some time, I noticed how extremely silent the place became, so I paused, raising my head to look around. The workers are now gone except for one person. I dropped my eyes to the tag on her chest. “The finance manager” I think she
Amelia's POV Also, I am sure that Liam would never come to eat in the same place with people that he hates. Is this woman trying to bring out family vibes by telling him to come? He will do that with the love of his life when she gives birth, not with us. Jason and I are like a nightmare to him. Knowing that kinda hurts. “You don't have to tell him to come over for dinner.” “Why?” Mrs. Pat asked, sounding puzzled. “The two of you should eat together. When you are done, we will also come out to eat,” I said, hoping that was thoughtful. “Ok then, I will not call him over” Mrs Pat gave up, pressing her lips together. My face lit up with a smile, but she gave me a playful glare before walking out of my room. I watched her until she fully closed the door, leaving me alone with my problem. I breathed out, ready to get on my mission. It needs to be done and dusted. I chose Sunday to go talk to Liam because I need to finish off my deal with Mrs Knight first. With m
Amelia's POV Mrs. Pat did not say anything. She sat down there quietly, probably waiting for me to calm down. I blow out air from my mouth, slowly raising my head to look straight into her eyes. “He hates me,” I said tiredly. Silence. “He hates me, and you know it,” I repeated, feeling helpless as my eyes painfully itched with tears. I don't want to cry. I am already worn out from too many problems. “Amelia…” Mrs. Pat breathed heavily, placing her elbow on her lap to rest her knuckles under her chin. “You are a hardworking and strong woman, and I greatly admire you for that.” She praised me with a sweet smile that warmed my heart. “All those beautiful qualities in you are the reason why Granny West wanted you for the job even though there are so many errors surrounding making the deal with you.” She said, taking a deep breath. “I mean…if you were in Liam's shoes, would you be happy to know that after being stuck on a sick bed for years, you got health
Amelia's POV I flinched in shock, sucking in a hard breath when Liam told Mrs. Pat that I had been secretly meeting my ex. He took me off guard with that. It's true, and it only happened once, but how do I tell them that it's not what they are thinking? My feet turned cold against the heel I was putting on, and all the anger that was already built up in me melted away like heated ice. I would never think of letting Granny West down. Even when she is alive or after her death. I have sworn on my late mother to never get involved in any dirty business with Ashton and his mother. But can only words prove my innocence now? I started cracking my brain on how to deny this, but my head dropped when it hit me that Liam would have direct proof since he is saying that the email was hacked. I was the one who gave Ashton the excuse so that he would not reply to any emails he gets from that email address again. Stupid ex. Did he snitch on me, or did he just want to prove some
Liam's POVI expected my heart to bloom with happiness when Amelia's eyes burned with raw pain. Her voice was shaking terribly, and the tears that were now running down her cheeks should excite my soul, but I felt nothing. I knew those words I said were enough to make her soak in shame. She deserved it. A disgraceful and creative liar like her will not gain my respect. I regret losing myself in those uncontrollable emotions that flushed through my veins when she talked about her ex while we were taking the wedding shot. She had confirmed my findings just before I had even gotten anywhere with it. I had lied to her yesterday morning that I would be having an indirect meeting with Ashton. Yes, I surely sent him an email through my Grandma's laptop to make it real, but I wasn't going to talk to him through any personal assistant. It was a setup. I was just going to check if he would come, then drive away. I wouldn't go anywhere close to him, and even if I
Amelia’s POV THE NEXT DAY: DURING THE PRESS CONFERENCE A faint smile plastered on my face as I watched the massive hall filled with reputable business people. At the far end are many press reporters with their devices on their tables. I was beyond overwhelmed with pride as the announcer ca
THREE YEARS AND EIGHT MONTHS LATER Amelia's POV It has been years since I signed the deal to become the legal wife of Liam West, who is still battling with his sickness. Yes, we did our strange marriage ceremony by just signing the contract. The media burst with a need to know me, of cours
Amelia's POV THE NEXT DAY I blinked my eyes many times, trying to adjust my sight to the fancy surroundings. Everything screams money! "Oh goodness! It's been seven hours," A woman exclaimed happily as she ran to my side. "My baby," I struggled to speak as the words came out in a cough.
Amelia's POV I smiled widely, rubbing my stomach with care as I walked into my matrimonial bedroom. It had been over three months, and my pregnancy had not resulted in a miscarriage like the other ones. "I am done with the preparation, ma'am!" The maid Ashton hired to help me with house chores







