LOGINADRIANS POV
"How do you know Sebastian cole?" I broke the silence with my question.
Her lips parted but no words came out.
"Are you just going to sit there and act like I am talking to the air?"
She continued staring at me with no response. We arrived at the mansion and walked in to the living room.
Everyone was in thier rooms, that gave us time to have a better conversation.
"Amelia?" I called her attention.
"How do you know Sebastian cole and why did you feel uncomfortable seeing him?" I asked her again
"I knew him before we got married"
"From?"
"Why are you so bothered about who I know and where?" She replied.
"This is a contract marriage not a real marriage, I can meet anyone I want and do what so ever thing I want to do"
"Yes it is a contract marriage, but you are my wife in public and whatsoever thing you do can ruin my reputation, I am not asking how you knew him because I care I am asking because I don't want anything to tarnish my image"
My jaw tightens.
She moved towards the stairs and was about to start moving up to her room.
"Amelia our conversation isn't over"
Amelia presses her lips together before answering.
"I have had a very long day, and I really want to rest now"
Her voice became more gentle, I could hear how tired she felt through her words.
But I didn't care, she must tell me how a poor girl like her knows a man like Sebastian cole.
After calling her attention towards the whole conversation again, I received a notification from my phone.
It was from Sebastian cole.
"Ask your wife what happened the night we met" Sebastian said in his text.
I held my phone towards Amelia demanding an explanation.
Amelia glances at the screen before looking away.
She folds her hand defensively.
I took a step closer, but Amelia refuses to move backwards.
"What does this text mean?"
"What happened the night you and Sebastian met?"
"Was he one of the men you had an affair with before we got married?"
Her fingers tighten around the edge of her sleeve anytime I mentioned his name.
I could tell her something had happened between the both of them but I am not aware what exactly it is.
She kept me in suspense, refusing to explain, leaving the room quiet.
"Amelia if you don't tell me what happened between you and Sebastian I would be forced to ask him by my self"
"Sebastian is a manipulator he likes manipulating people to fall for his tricks"
"I promise there was nothing between the both of us" her voice was shaky.
"Then why did you feel uncomfortable meeting him?"
"Why didn't you say this for a long while?"
"Why did you keep it?"
"Why?"
"It's very obvious you are lying"
I said while I stared at her from her heads to her toe
I heard her words but they didn't make any sense. I looked at the message and then at her, she kept shaking like I was about to murder her.
"Amelia listen to me" I kept my left hand in my pocket while I walked round the room to ease the tension.
"I don't care what so ever thing you got your hand into back then but you can't spoil my reputation"
"Am I clear?"
"I built this brick by brick"
She walked upstairs toward her room. Each step she took made her breathe loudly.
I walked towards the kitchen to grab something to eat, while I kept on staring at the message Sebastian sent me.
I kept on wondering what transpired between Amelia and Sebastian.
My investigator already showed me what I need to know about her but what can be between both of them that I am not aware of.
I picked up an apple and held it for some minutes without eating it.
"What happened between you and my wife?"
I replied Sebastian cole. My level of curiosity to know what happened was high and I couldn't hold it anymore.
I hated the fact that i was kept in the dark and no one was willing to tell me the truth.
I started at my phone with an apple in my hand waiting for his response.
I checked every minute.
While I was waiting for him to get back to me I questioned my self.
"Why am I so bothered about a stranger?"
"Why does her past life bother me?"
This deal is meant to be only for a year. I doubt if I was curious because of the deal or because of my hatreth for her.
I couldn't help my self anymore I felt disgusted. I picked up my car key and walked outside to the garage.
Driving out of the mansion without telling anyone where I was headed. All I knew was that I just wanted to forget the fact that Amelia has a secret that can spoil my chances of getting my inheritance.
I stopped by when I saw a lady standing on the road wearing a pink dress.
The pink dress was tight at the top and loose at the bottom off-shoulder, showing her collarbones. Every step made the fabric move.
She wore no jewelry, she didn't need it.
I whined the window of my car down.
"Come in?"
She didn't say no. She got in anyway
I didn't take her home. I tool her to a hotel quiet private.
In the room, she stood by the window shaking, Not from cold.
I came closer, slow enough for her not to stop me, "if you want me to leave tell me" I said with my hands in my pocket.
She didn't say anything.
I tucked her wet hair behind her ear. That smal touch broke everything
She nodded Just once.
I kissed her and we both hard a warm night.
ADRIANS POV"How do you know Sebastian cole?" I broke the silence with my question.Her lips parted but no words came out."Are you just going to sit there and act like I am talking to the air?"She continued staring at me with no response. We arrived at the mansion and walked in to the living room.Everyone was in thier rooms, that gave us time to have a better conversation."Amelia?" I called her attention."How do you know Sebastian cole and why did you feel uncomfortable seeing him?" I asked her again"I knew him before we got married""From?""Why are you so bothered about who I know and where?" She replied."This is a contract marriage not a real marriage, I can meet anyone I want and do what so ever thing I want to do""Yes it is a contract marriage, but you are my wife in public and whatsoever thing you do can ruin my reputation, I am not asking how you knew him because I care I am asking because I don't want anything to tarnish my image"My jaw tightens.She moved towards the
Amelia's POVThree weeks passed, and Adrian treated me like furniture. He spoke to me only when other people were watching. In the mornings he left the house before I woke, and at night he came home after I had gone to my room. We lived like strangers who happened to share a roof.I told myself I preferred it that way. A cold husband was easier than a cruel one. I did not have to explain myself, and I did not have to hide my face. I only had to survive each day until the contract ended.Daniel visited often, and he made the house feel less like a museum. He brought pastries from a bakery in Brooklyn and told terrible jokes at breakfast. He asked me questions about my life and actually listened to the answers. One morning he caught me staring at the garden and sat down beside me."My cousin is not as bad as he seems," Daniel said."He seems quite bad," I said."He seems bad on purpose." Daniel smiled gently. "Give him time.""I only have a year," I reminded him."A year is longer than
Amelia's POVWe married four days later in a quiet ceremony at the courthouse. I wore a simple white dress that Victoria Blackwood had sent to my apartment without a note. Adrian wore a black suit and the same cold expression he always wore. A judge read the vows in a bored voice, and we repeated them like two strangers ordering lunch.When the judge told Adrian to kiss the bride, he leaned down and pressed his lips to my cheek. It lasted barely a second. His skin smelled like cedar and rain, and my heart gave one hard, foolish thump. I told myself it was nerves.My father stood in the back row with a satisfied smile. Adrian's lawyers had already paid his debts, and his shoulders looked lighter than they had in years. He did not hug me when it ended. He only nodded once, the way a man nods when a business deal closes.I did not speak to him again that day.The Blackwood mansion stood behind iron gates on the Upper East Side. It was bigger than the entire block where I had grown up. A
Amelia's POVBlackwood Enterprises rose above Fifth Avenue like a blade of glass. I stood on the sidewalk and stared at it for a full minute before I found the courage to walk inside. I wore my best dress, which was a navy blue one I had bought at a thrift store. I had ironed it twice that morning, and I still felt like a child playing dress up.The lobby was cold and enormous, with a ceiling so high that my footsteps echoed. A woman at the front desk looked at me over her glasses. She did not smile, and she did not say good morning."I have an appointment with Mr. Blackwood," I said."Name?""Amelia Hart."Something changed in her face then. It was small, but I saw it. Her eyes moved over me from head to shoe, and her lips pressed together. She knew who I was, and she knew why I had come. I felt my cheeks burn as she picked up the phone.A security guard escorted me to the top floor. The elevator moved so smoothly that I only knew we had arrived when the doors opened. A long hallway
Amelia's POVMy father was waiting for me the next morning with a smile I had not seen in years. He had shaved, and he wore the one good shirt he kept for funerals. He had even made coffee, and it did not smell burnt. He poured me a cup and slid it across the table as if we were a normal family."Sit down," he said. "I have good news."I stayed standing. "What did you do?""I solved our problems." His eyes shone with something I did not recognize. "Sit, Amelia. Please."I sat slowly. My stomach had already started to twist. He opened a folder on the table and turned it toward me. Inside was a photograph of me that I had never agreed to give to anyone.I stood outside the diner in my work apron. My hair was messy, and I was laughing at something off camera. I remembered that day, because Claire had told a terrible joke about a customer's toupee. Someone had taken the picture without my knowing. My father must have taken it from his phone."Why do you have this?" I asked quietly."I sho
Amelia's POVThe rent notice was taped to our door again. I peeled it off before my father could see it. I did not need to read it, because I already knew what it said. We owed three months, and our landlord had finally run out of patience.I folded the paper into my coat pocket and unlocked the door. Our apartment sat on the poorer side of Manhattan, where the pipes rattled all night and the heater worked only when it felt like it. The kitchen smelled like burnt coffee and old paper. My father sat at the table with a pile of unpaid bills spread out in front of him. He did not look up when I came in."Did you find work today?" Thomas asked."I picked up extra shifts at the diner," I said.That was a lie, and I told it as smoothly as I told all of them. The truth was hidden in an envelope inside my coat. A man had paid me in a hotel room the night before. I had left before the sun came up, and I had walked home through empty streets with my shoes in my hand. I had been ashamed every st







