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LachlanThe dining hall immediately became quiet. I wasn't sure if it was as a result of me finally having the audacity to talk back to my father during his “lecture times," even though I was only trying to defend myself, or if it was because of the shock from the news I had just announced.I waited for a bit, all eyes on me. Even my mother was looking at me strangely. Nina looked more shocked, while Christopher had a placid look.“What did you just say?” My mother asked me, and I gulped nervously. Her expression was looking terrifying right now, and I was beginning to understand why even my father would be afraid of her.“I said Amelia is pregnant. With my child.”My mother turned to look at my father, and I saw his hand tremble a bit before quickly returning to normal.He ignored my mother's piercing gaze and turned to look at me with scrutinizing eyes. A surge of anger welled up within me. On my heart, I announced that my wife was pregnant, and they felt sad about it.“If she is pre

Amelia.I felt wet on my forehead as I woke up.I didn't need to think of where I was to know where this was. It was definitely a hospital.I could smell the antiseptics; their thick smell was all over the place, and it made me feel nauseous. Even worse was the familiar smell of drugs. Then there was the white light and painting that assaulted my senses and made it hard for me to open my eyes fully.I tried to recall what happened, but it seemed to get lost on me. I could tell that I had not forgotten, not totally. It was there; I just needed time to figure it out. My heart raced as I thought of what could possibly take me to the hospital. I scanned the room, and I found out I was alone. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes. “You are awake! That's great. I was worried you'd been sleeping for too long. How are you feeling?”His voice jolted me out of my reverie; I wasn't alone.I didn't know when, but I suddenly felt hot streams pouring down my eyes towards my cheek. It poured out in

Chapter 16CassieMy eyes narrowed as I looked at the sky.Tch! I should have brought an umbrella. Luckily, I'm going to that person's house.I hurried out of the restaurant and rushed into my car. A red Ferrari. I love the colour red; it signifies beauty and danger, like a rose filled with thorns.I looked outside the window, and I could see pedestrians rushing to their destinations as the cloud began to pour. I couldn't help but smile as I took in their helplessness.Look at them—poor and disgusting. They can't even afford a car so as not to get beaten by the rain. Tch! If you are poor, marry someone rich!I hate poor people. What's the use of being poor? If you can't get something you want when you want it, then how do you even live with yourself?I ignored them, focusing on the asphalt road, when I saw a vehicle drive past. My heart thumped in my chest; it was a grey Bentley, the latest model.I sped up, giving chase, but soon I stopped as I realised it was not who I thought it wa

EricI stood up and stepped out of the bathtub, grabbing a towel to wipe myself with. I walked out of the bathroom and into my room, opening my closet to pick out a dress.Today's the day Amelia gets discharged; I must look my best.After almost ten minutes of contemplation, I finally settled on an old money soft boy outfit. A white polo, a black sweater, and a pair of khakis.I got dressed and stood in front of the mirror to adjust my look. I ran my hand through my hair, trying to give it that look that says casual but is not too casual.I smirked after a while when I saw that I had it just the way I wanted it. I looked to the left and right, checking out all angles. I knew I was good-looking; I didn't need anyone to tell me that.I opened the drawer beneath the mirror, where my jewellery was. I scrolled through, settling on an Armani watch and two silver finger rings.I decided not to use any necklaces.When I was done, I nodded my head in approval at the man in the mirror. I looked

LachlanI sat on a chair on the balcony, holding a glass of red wine.There was a maid standing beside me, holding a wine bottle and refilling my cup when necessary. If standing could drain her blood, no blood would remain in her system.I made her stand there to prevent me from doing something I might regret later and from generally getting too drunk.I took a healthy sip from the cup and gazed into the sky. The clouds had an orange tint to them as the evening sun dyed them in their hue. I picked up my phone for what seemed like the tenth time, but nothing happened. The phone just stared back at me.I had taken a risk; I messaged her after all this time. I haven't been able to stop thinking about her, even though I already married that wretched Amelia.Whenever I closed my eyes, all I saw was red copper hair and dazzling green eyes. A face like that of an angel, her smile, seemed to brighten up my day.I should have married her; I should have forsaken the company and chased after her