Amelia divorces her billionaire husband and father to her three kids for reasons unknown to the press and media, but rumor has it that it was due to infidelity from his side. Her ex-husband Ryan still tries to win her heart back but she falls in love with Tom. They met at the gym, as he is a regular gym goer. Amelia is in great dilemma although her heart still yearns for Ryan but she couldn't ignore the fact that Tom treated her right. The police are on Ryan. They think he is linked to some illegal activities which explains his wealth but they have no tangible evidence to take him down. What could be the reason for the divorce? And do you think the Billionaire is guilty as suspected?
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"Come on Amelia, ten more."The dumbbell in Amelia's outstretched hand kept increasing in weight with every squat. Her mark today was 120 squats but it was quite tougher than expected. She'd probably might have given up by now but she's got Tom. He won't let her. "Come on Amelia, five more."Her thighs and arms screamed in protest as she completed the last squat. They could protest all they wanted. She had done it."Whoo Amelia, new record.""Yeah"That was all Amelia could manage as she panted, desperately trying to catch her breaths as her skin leaked out all the moisture in her system. She could barely acknowledge Tom bending down over her chuckling reassuringly."I suppose that should be enough for today. Hold on tight, I'm gonna go get you a drink. You've earned it""I really appreciate it Tom, but I'll get it myself if you don't mind." She still remained on the floor, gasping quite a bit."Amelia, you're exhausted. Let me get it.Amelia shot Tom a fiery glance that said so many words which Tom understood perfectly. He raised his arms in surrender and offered his gym buddy a hand up.He was right about one thing though; Amelia was exhausted. Every strand of muscle fiber in her entire body felt like it was on fire. But that was just who Amelia was if anything; A fighter. If she could survive and triumph over all life had thrown at her, a troubling marriage, divorce, raising her two kids on her own for the most part and her now successful fashion home, walking her hurting ass over to the vending machine is nothing.Amelia downed the entire bottle of sparkling water right there by the vending machine before Tom could even open his bottle."That's quite the milestone Amelia, a hundred and twenty squats is a lot from the fifty you'd usually do. I can't imagine how much your muscles would be hurting.""Swears Tom, you do not know the half of it."Amelia picked her self up and made for the showers.She couldn't help but notice that all day Tom seems to have something stuck in his throat he'd be wanting to say. She could almost feel it right now. She had to subconsciously stop herself from asking him if he had something to tell her as they walked to the locker room. Maybe this wasn't the place. There were still quite a number of people in the gym."Hey Amelia, you know, to celebrate I could treat you to dinner"Amelia was quite ahead of Tom and he couldn't see the small smile that popped out of her face and vanished immediately."I know this Italian place with simple but amazing food that I think you should try."Amelia kept walking. It's been so long since anyone has asked her out to dinner and it was quite nice to feel like a young girl again, giggling over a guy fighting nerves in a bid to impress her especially since she is now a mother with three kids.Tom wasn't a bad looking guy. Plus he was pretty nice. He looked a bit Hispanic and had this carefully chiseled jaw line, a bit of baby cheeks and really nice hair. He had been her gym buddy for the past couple of months and had being invaluable with dealing with her recent divorce with Ryan. It might have been a bit too soon but she hated having to turn it down.As they got to the doors that led to the male and female locker room, she turned to face him. Her face might have been more than a little red."Oh Tom, I really appreciate the invite, and I promise I really hate that I have to decline but I've got to pick the kids from school...", She looks at her wristwatch, "...in about an hour. I'm really sorry"The dissapointed look in Tom's face wasn't very explicit but Amelia could tell and it just stung her a bit more."I see you work and bust your ass everyday for your work and kids which, don't get me wrong is a good thing. You're a great mom and an exceptional person but you need to find time for yourself and relax, you know. Couldn't you get someone to pick the kids for you?"That was a bit desperate.Amelia tenderly took Tom's right hand with both her hands."I really am sorry Tom. I'm not exactly saying no. We can always reschedule, but I have to go now"She turned around and pushed into the female locker room leaving Tom standing there. For a second she really did consider getting someone else to pick up the kids. Hayley, her P.A. is great with kids and she would be happy to. Besides Amelia did deserve some downtime.But it's Friday and it's ice cream day, she can't miss it. The twins would kill herShe smiled and shook her head at Tom's efforts as she got into the locker room shower.Ryan's POVThe safe house was eerily quiet, a contrast of the chaos and fear that had engulfed us just hours earlier. Amelia was resting on the couch, her exhaustion evident in the way her body sank into the couch. Her eyes were closed, but I could tell she wasn't sleeping. Her breathing was too shallow, and her body too tense. I wished I could take away her fear, but the truth was, I was just as scared. Not of what had happened, but of what was yet to come.I walked over to the small window and looked out into the dark night. The city was distant from us, it's light glowing from afar, far enough away that we were relatively safe, but close enough that we could feel it's pulse. My thoughts were racing, my mind kept replaying every detail of the last few hours, searching for any mistake, any sign we might have missed. We had to be ready for McQueen's next move. He wouldn't take Amelia's rescue lightly. If anything, it would make him more dangerous.I heard Amelia stir behind me and
Ryan's POV I stood in the middle of Amelia's wrecked room, my heart pounding loudly in my chest. The room that was once filled with her scent now felt cold and alien. Every detail before me screamed of the violence that had taken place_ her missing presence, the overturned sofa, the shattered lamp on the floor. But it was the torn curtain, hanging limply by the window, that sent shivers down my spine.I forced myself to focus, pulling out my phone from my pocket. My hands trembled as I dialed Jeffrey's number. The phone rang twice before he picked up."Jeffrey," I said, my voice sharp. "I need every resource we have in order to find Amelia. Now."Understood”Boss. We have already pulled traffic footage. A black SUV left the area about ten minutes before you arrived. We are tracing it now."My breath hitched. "Send me the coordinates. I'm going after them.""Boss," Jeffrey's voice carried a note of caution, "you need to be careful. This could be a setup.""I don't care," I snapped. "J
Ryan's POV Pushing back from the desk, I stood up, the chair scraping against the marble floor. My mind was already moving to the next step, trying to figure out how to salvage something from this mess.There had to be a way to regroup, to strike back before McQueen could tighten his grip. But first, I needed to know what had gone wrong. I needed to find out how he had known we were coming.My thoughts wandered to Amelia, the promise I had made to myself to protect her, to keep her safe from the dangers that surrounded my world. But how could I even do that when I couldn't even protect my team? The image of her face, the concern in her eyes as she told me to be careful, flashed through my mind. I had assured her that everything would be fine, that I had everything under control. Now that assurance felt like a cruel joke.As I paced up and down the room, the walls of the office seemed to close around me, the luxury and power that I had once comforted me now felt suffocating. My thoug
Ryan's POV The morning light filtered through the company's windows. Everywhere was quiet and still, the air thick with tension, almost like the calm before the storm. My arrival was met with the usual greetings, but today I was in no mood to answer them. My mind was somewhere else, caught between Tom and Amelia and the battle I had to face. I shook my head a little and pushed the thought of Amelia to the back of my head. I would deal with Tom later but for now, I needed to focus on McQueen and how to end his terror.As I made my way to the elevator, the familiar ding of it, I couldn't shake the feeling that today was going to be a turning point _ a day that could either mark my control or destroy everything I had worked for. The doors slid open, and I stepped inside, the space closing around me as I ascended to my office. Each floor that I passed reminded me of what laid ahead.With the doors opened again, I was greeted by the sleek, modern interior of my office. A haven of power d
Amelia's POV As the door slammed shut, the silence that followed was deafening. I stood frozen for a moment, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I tried to process what had just happened. The intensity of the confrontation left me shaken, my body trembling with a mix of fear, anger, and disbelief.I stumbled back to the window, my legs weak beneath mr. The room around me felt like it was closing in, the walls too close, and the air too thick. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass window, trying to calm myself, as I struggled to steady my breaths.Tears welled up in my eyes, but I blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. I had cried too much in the past and I wouldn't let myself break down again. Not after everything I had been through.But as I stood there alone, in the dimly lit room, the reality of my situation began to sink in. I had just thrown out the man who had been my partner for the last few years, the man I had thought would be my future. But now, in the stillne
AmeliaI stood by the window in my living room. My thoughts were all over the place. The room was silent with the wall clock bearing as the only means of sound. I hadn't intended to make any promises to Ryan, especially not when I was still in a relationship with Tom. But that night, when Ryan looked at me with those intense, pleading eyes and asked if I still loved him, all the careful strings of reason and caution I had built crumbled away. In that moment, all I wanted was to be wrapped in his arms again, to feel the comfort of his familiar embrace. I tried convincing myself it was merely a moment of weakness, but deep down, I knew it was much more.The last few weeks had been an emotional whirlwind. Tom, my understanding and reliable partner, had been away on a business trip. The space between us had given me too much time to think, to question the choices I had made and the life I had built with Tom. And then, there was Ryan, my ex-husband, who had showed up at my door at the mos
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