NOAH'S POV
I blew on the coffee Lucy had made. She didn't always get the temperature right and It was always too hot. Picking up the remote, I turned on the television to catch the early morning news. My fingers automatically found the buttons to turn the volume up while I scrolled through my phone, checking for business emails I could have missed."...the former Amelia Carter engaged."I froze midday in opening an email. My ears immediately perked up. What had I just heard? The former Amelia Carter engaged? The voice had come from the television and that was where I directed my entire attention immediately.The newscaster, occupying a quarter of the screen went on talking, but my confused mind could barely make out what he was saying. My gaze was riveted on the caption in bold black type at the bottom of the screen.It read, DAMIAN DONOVAN, BUSINESS MOGUL, AND NEW JERSEY'S MOST ELIGIBLE BACHELOR SET TO GET MARRIED TO THE FORMER AMELIA CARTER IN LAVISH STYLE.I gaped at the screen, read the stupid caption again and again, but it still did not change. The cup of coffee slipped from my suddenly nerveless fingers.I felt warm wetness on my thighs, and almost simultaneously heard a crash. I looked down. My trousers and the couch were soaked through. At my feet, the coffee cup lay in shattered fragments. I gave it only a cursory glance.I got up and walked stiffly to the sofa that was closer to the television in order to see better. My mind was in a whirl. Perhaps the news item wasn't about my Amelia. There had to be what... dozens? Hundreds of Amelia's in the country, and Carter was by no means an uncommon name. My rapidly beating heart slowed a little at the thought. That had to be the explanation. Anything else was intolerable.And then the bottom fell out of my pipe dream as a video clip popped up on the screen. The woman next to that bastard Damian, though beautiful, elegant and sophisticated looking, was unmistakably Amelia.Damian and Amelia were being followed by the paparazzi, and of course, Damian's bodyguards. Amelia smiled and waved. I spotted a large diamond ring on her finger.The couple were about to get into a limo when Damien stopped to answer a question posed by one of the reporters. I nearly went berserk when the smiling dark haired, scar faced creep slipped his arm around her waist, pulled her close to his side as he spoke about his engagement.I felt like reaching into the screen, twisting his arm and ripping it off. The video ended. The newscaster came back on. This time, he was with two guests in the studio. They began yakking about Donovan and the circumstances that had led to our divorce.I turned down the volume of the television, shut my eyes tightly, also wishing that I could shut out the images of Damian and Amelia together. How on earth did the jobless, mousy Amelia meet Damian? How could she have moved on so fast?I could have sworn that she was absolutely devoted to me. Even when I had told her that her best friend was pregnant for me, without batting an eye, she had gone on her knees and begged for us to stay married. Could she had been pretending all that time?The worst thing about all this was that she was getting married to none other than Damian, my biggest business rival. He had no doubt married her to spite me, to insult me. To think the ordinary woman I had once called my wife seemed to be basking in the sudden attention she was getting! It practically turned my stomach.A headache slowly but steadily started building in my skull. I grimaced and massaged my temple. I tried to keep thoughts of Amelia and her betrayal out of my head, but it was impossible to do so."Noah love." Lucy's voice came floating to the living room.I didn't answer her. I didn't trust myself to speak at that moment. Soon, I heard her approaching footsteps."Noah, I've calling you. I wanted to ask you to check out the-" She stopped talking. I felt her hand on my back. "Love, what's wrong?"I saw only her slippered feet as she came around to the front of the sofa. She nearly stepped on the smashed pieces of the coffee cup, but stopped herself in time. She sucked in a breath and instantly, she seated herself on the sofa beside me."The cup broke? Did you hurt yourself?" she said.She drew out a handkerchief and began to clean up the coffee stains on my crotch a little too vigorously."For Pete's sake, Lucy! Do you want to kill me?" I snapped, snatching the handkerchief.I dabbed at my trousers, flung the soiled handkerchief onto the ground. Lucy's lips turned down at the corners. She looked hurt."You're upset," she observed. "What happened?"I pointed to the television. "That happened."She peered at the television screen, then turned to me with a shocked expression. "Amelia? Getting married to... Damien? How did that even happen? She's practically a nobody and he's like.... the most influential figure in the business world." I shot her a glare. She flushed. "I meant after you, of course. You're the most influential person there is.""Of course, I am. That- That Damian guy is just an upstart. He's been lucky in his business dealings so far, but that's just it... luck which will run out eventually. He doesn't have a shrewd mind like I have.""Of course he doesn't, love," Lucy crooned.She rested her hand on my arm. Not wanting to be touched, I sprang to my feet and began to pace the room."I wonder how she sunk her claws into him," Lucy mused. "But that doesn't matter now, love. Come and sit-""That's what I've been sitting here, asking myself," I interjected, only focused on the first part of her sentence. "How on earth could she possibly have moved on so fast? Unless..." I stopped pacing abruptly as an unwelcome explanation occurred to me. "Unless she had somehow been cheating on me with him long before I told her I wanted a divorce."The thought made me unbearably hurt, sad and mad."I wouldn't put it past her," Lucy sneered.She rose and approached me."Do you think-" I began.Lucy placed a finger on my lips, silencing me. "Ssh. What she may or may not have done doesn't matter now. After all, you don't love her, do you?""Of course not," I stated emphatically. Liar, an annoyingly persistent voice whispered in my head.Smiling, Lucy wrapped my arms around me, fiddled with the collar of my shirt. "Good. Don't let the news get you all worked up. Amelia's old news. She's out of our lives and good riddance! Besides... we have something more important to focus our attention on, don't we?"A bit puzzled at her statement, I frowned. "What's that?"Lucy laughed softly, took my hand, slipped it underneath her blouse and rested it on her stomach. "Our baby, silly."With a sigh, I rested my forehead against hers. "Yes. Yes. You're right of course." But Amelia was still printed at the back of my mind.AMELIA'S POV"Yes. Yes, I will need the documents tomorrow." Damian's voice came floating out of the living room and I strolled to him, and saw that he was still on the phone. Jeez!Did the man never take a break from work? Surely, his staff could hold the forte, especially after considering the fact that it was the night of his wedding and obviously his honeymoon. Even though our marriage was not real, I expected him to at least take a break. Just as I was about to leave, he ended the call so I decided to join him on the sofa. He turned towards me immediately, his brows raised. "Did you want something?" he asked. I swallowed, wondering where to start. His tone was somewhat cold. "Actually, I was hoping that we could talk... you know, get to know each other." I snuck a glance at him from under my lashes and flushed when I saw his steel grey eyes staring at me fiercely. That gaze unsettled me, had me stumbling to get the words out. "Seeing as we just got married and it's our honey
AMELIAIt almost felt like I was on a literal high as I watched Noah being thrown out of the mall. When Damian had spoken of me getting sweet revenge on Noah, I never imagined that it would feel so good.There was one thing I knew about Noah. It was that he didn't he didn't accept defeat... not that it did him much good anyway. He raved, cursed, swore and struggled with the guards. In the end, the guards had to practically bundle him out like a sack of potatoes. In the struggle, his neatly pressed shirt got rumpled, his tie got awry and he looked half demented. There were sniggers and outright laughs as most of the shoppers gathered around to watch the unfolding scene. I daresay most of them brought out their phone to take pictures and videos of him. I didn't bother to turn. I struggled not to laugh myself. It would seem very petty, especially to those who knew my history with Noah.Noah, panting like he had run a marathon, managed to turn around. His eyes, almost bulging out of his e
AMELIA POV"Amelia?" I heard Damien say my name but it felt as though he was calling me from the far end of a tunnel. The breakfast tray was heavy and my arms were trembling with the strain of holding it, but I hardly noticed. Hell! At that moment, the whole world could have crashed and burned and I still would not have noticed. All of my attention was focused on his body. Damien's lithe, naked body was every bit as I had imagined it, and I had imagined it quite often, especially on the day I thought we would have an actual wedding night. He was perfection. He was perfectly toned and muscled, just as I had expected. The smart suits and long sleeved shirts he wore all the time had not been able to disguise that fact. Standing next to the open window as he was, the early morning sunlight bathed him in a golden, warm glow. The droplets of water still clinging to his skin shone and glittered like tiny, many faceted diamonds. My eyes, of their own volition, traveled down his body, and r
AMELIAAs much as I tried to tell myself that his rejection of my food didn't matter, my mood took a nosedive, and with a sigh, I picked up the tray. As I slowly walked to the door, I looked around the room. This morning, I had been so engrossed with the room's occupant that I had not even spared a glance at the room itself. Damien's room was plush, decorated in muted colors. A handful of paintings hung on the walls. Every item in the room was perfectly in order. It's sterile cleanliness reminded of a hospital room; cold and very impersonal, sort of like Damian. My foot caught in something. I stumbled, regained my balance, but a fork slid from the tray and into an improperly closed chest of drawers right beside me.I set the tray carefully on the floor, peered into the drawer. It was full of Damian's pairs of socks, neatly sorted by color. I opened it, and carefully fished out the fork, taking it carefully so as not to disturb anything. Damian looked like the kind of guy that would
AMELIA"Stop already!" I groaned and clapped both hands to my ear. The banging steadily increased in volume with each passing second. It soon became so loud that it felt as if my head would split open. It rose to a crescendo and I opened my eyes. Still disoriented from sleep, it took a few seconds for me to realize that the banging was coming from inside my own head. I groaned as I sat up slowly, gripping my aching head, which felt as though it would detach itself from my shoulders at any moment. Only bits and pieces of what had happened was what I recalled. I only remembered drinking a lot of brandy, and then calling someone- Damian most likely, and then I must have passed out because everything from then on was a blank. The effort it took for me to remember increased the intensity of the headache. Damn! I could not recall ever feeling this hungover. Had I somehow drunk my way through all the alcohol in the house? It certainly felt like I had.I couldn’t even remember why I was s
DAMIANTHREE DAYS LATER"We're here, sir," the driver said, his voice bringing me out of my swirling thoughts. I opened my eyes to see that the jeep came to a stop in front of the hotel. Finally! I breathed a sigh of relief. I fiddled with my tie and loosened it a little. Today's conference had been more tedious and tasking than the others, and I had to keep up with everything that was said and done. But it was the final day of the three day business conference, thank goodness! All I wanted now was a long, cold shower, a lot of rest and then perhaps something to eat. I got down and headed straight for the elevator. I got a bit irritated when I found that it was in use. I glanced towards the stairs, but I was too tired to climb up them all the way up to the fourth floor where my room was.I fidgeted, transferred my briefcase from one hand to the other as I watched the elevator's panel. Finally, the doors opened and I was face to face with none other than Noah. My fingers clenched on
AMELIAI drove Damian back home, and my mind was conflicted with thoughts. Did he fight Noah because he insulted me? Initially, I believed it was because of a business deal or something. But the anger in Damian’s eyes when he told me what caused the misunderstanding couldn’t be ignored. I wanted to pretend that it didn’t mean anything to me. That defending me in front of Noah was just his usual job as my fake husband. But it was more than that. He’d put his reputation on the line because of me. He’d dropped his usual unbothered act to defend me, which meant a lot to me. “I’m sorry you had to get into that fight with Noah,” I said as we walked into the sitting room. He didn’t look bad, unlike Noah. But he was fuming. “I thought you fought him because of a business deal. He deserved what he got.”“I would never stoop so low to confront him over a business deal. I’m far superior to him, and I would never lose an offer to him.” “That’s true,” I sighed, feeling completely awkward. I was
AMELIAFor almost a whole week after the house party, I was still a major news item in the entertainment section of magazines, newspapers, and blogs. There were talks and speculations on when and if ever I was going to host another party, and if so, who was going to be on the invitation list.I didn't want to pander to the public's wishes, not really. Still, after lazying about mostly at home with nothing to do and remembering how very in my element I was while preparing for the house party, I decided to host another one. But this time, I would take it further, and it would be a big party.A color-themed party was what I opted for, and I began preparations right away. Thankfully, Damian's sprawling mansion had enough space to accommodate any other would-be party crashers. How easy it was for me to organize everything still amazed me."I think you're a natural at organizing events, Ms. Donovan," said the foreign chef I had hired when she and her assistants stepped into the grounds and