LOGINOne desperate contract. One year to pretend. One chance to change the trajectory of her life. Amelia Davis never expected her past to collide with her present—it almost seemed like a soap opera. When her childhood friend, Dax Hughes, wakes from a three-year coma, and the Chairwoman of Kenzyl group, his mother demands the unthinkable: Amelia must pose as Dax’s wife to help him recover—else pay a staggering debt left off from ten years ago. Bound by obligation and driven by desperation Amelia steps into the world of wealth, lies, and manipulation. What began as strictly business quickly spirals into an undeniable web of lies and deceit. A thin line between pretense and reality is crossed too many times, as her heart is tested—Dax’s charm could not be denied, pulling her whilst he drew closer, igniting feelings and emotions she didn’t care to feel. But when Dax reclaims the life he'd forgotten, old love resurfaces and Amelia's resolve shatters. Can Amelia still go on playing the role of a wife? Or will this fake marriage break her, much more than her heart in ruins?
View MoreBack at the Greenville mansion. (Previously written as Dax’s Mansion.)Dax stirred in his sleep. Subconsciously, his right hand reached out, stretching to the other side of the bed, where lay his wife. Amelia.A faint smile drew from his lips at just the thought. Her warmth… her Scent. It still lingered.His hand inched further out.He wanted that again— her again, in his armsJust as before… The dream had been so beautiful. He’d slept with so much ease, unlike his few nights alone at the hospital without her.This, he could only be described as peace, and she’d given that to him.Right? Or so he thought. Briefly.Dax’s fingers touched the empty, cold sheets.No matter how far he reached, he just couldn’t seem to get to herWhat was going on? His brows wrinkled as he extended his arm, reaching further again into the bedside him, and still he felt nothing—No one.Amelia! Like a mind alarmed, his eyes snapped open, viewing the emptiness that was her side of the bed.Where was s
At the head office of Kenzyl Group.Carl dropped his phone back on his head desk.That call had been quite strenuous, hadn’t it? Following his mother’s logic.What had she rambled on about again? All he could hear was her annoying nagging about Sims.Could that woman even think straight at all? He knew this would be the outcome, and still, he’d sent her there.Hahhhhh. Carl sighed.What a waste of space and time.A knock sounded from the office door, and in came his secretary.“Director Carl, we have the files from—”“Not now, Cindy.” He snapped. “Just drop it at the desk and leave.”The secretary moved to drop the files on his desk, turning to leave quietly. “Wait,” Carl called her back, his tone sharp. “I need you to get me a report on Greenville Mansion, report to me, everyone who works there.”“Greenville? But that’s been unoccupied for 3 years, since President Dax had liv—”Carl glared at his secretary, shutting her right up.“Thank you so much for your quid pro quo, Cindy,
Amelia paused in her footsteps out the door. Turning her gaze to the sound of the voice. Mrs Sims stood watching her from the kitchen door, wearing an apron covered in a bit of flour. The smell of pre-made breakfast wafted through the door.“I asked you, where are you going?” Mrs Sims had her hands folded together, staring firmly at her.Amelia straightened her back, her grip on her bag tightening.“ To the hospital, today is my mother’s surgery.”Mrs Sims studied her quietly, then nodded.“Alright, you may go, but don’t just spend the entire day out.”Amelia breathed a sigh of relief, she didn’t even know she’d held her breath.“Do not worry, I won’t. I will be back as soon as the surgery is over.”“I’m not worried about that.” Mrs Sims turned to leave, heading back inside the kitchen, then she paused, glancing over her shoulder, “How about the young master?”“Still asleep, I left a note before coming down, he will see it once he wakes up.”“Hmm,” Mrs Sims said, nothing more as she
“I presume that Jones already told you…” The chairwoman came closer, her heels clicking against smooth tiles. “About the merger?” “Yes, he has.” Dax tapped his fingers on the armrest of his chair. “Apparently, in the past three years, Carl hasn’t stopped in his bid to sabotage my company.”# Hahhhhh. And to think his cousin would’ve stopped, with him no longer in the picture. The chairwoman came up behind him, gripping the arms of his wheelchair, she pushed him out the open door and into the night’s garden. “It’s nice you can find jest in this situation.” “Why, mother, should I cry and act all bothered about this?” Dax muttered, his tone flat. “We’ve known him to be this way ever since we were kids, This isn’t something new. Carl will always be Carl.” And besides, he didn’t have the time to worry about a cousin who didn’t know his place; besides, he was more interested in someone else. His wife. “This isn’t about your cousin banter anymore.” The chairwoman started firmly. “
The last thing she wanted was to look the way she did and go visit her mother and so she wiped the evidence, splashing cold water on her face then cleaning it with a paper towel. She leaves the restroom, going back to the reception area which seemed a lot more quiet than a few minutes ago when she
Amelia's gaze never left the doctor’s as he continued to spill medical jargon, his voice fading in and out drowned by the sound of her own beating heart as her breath hitched in her throat. Cancer! Did he just say lung cancer? “Miss… Miss are you listening… Miss Amelia!” the doctor tapped his fi
Outside the diner, Amelia could barely hold herself straight as her stomach churned, with the overwhelming urge to puke. She squatted on the stone pavement near the diner, she was fired. Watching the many feet that walked past her, her mind zoned out with the world being out of place to her. W
Amelia’s gaze widened, and her hands trembled as she read the figures—one billion! She flipped to one page, then another—her movement chaotic. Then her heart wrenched so much so she couldn’t breathe, once her gaze landed on the signature written at the end of the document. LIES they were all












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