All Chapters of She Came Back to Burn: The Return of the Amnesiac Wife.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~Arya~I had to stay away from Lucien. It’s been days since our cozy moment in the villa, but I still couldn’t get it out of my mind. I had gotten a bit lucky, things could be different next time. I probably wouldn’t remember that Cassie existed. Or maybe I would, and still mess with her fiancee anyway.I shook my head and got busy with reading the email in my inbox. It was the organizational file for an auction my parents planned to host. They had put me in charge of it. After staying away from the family company for years, they wanted me back on board and had decided to give me something as major as this to handle. At the sound of footsteps behind me, I sat up on the couch and adjusted my night robe.“How was work?” I questioned, my index finger lingering above the mouse as he sank into the couch beside me. It was late, hours past the close of work, yet he was just returning. A little birdie had briefed me about his daily visits to his mistress in jail.“Today was a long day.” He le

~Arya~The auction.It was the talk of the town. High end gossip blogs whispered about the event that only granted access to the cream of the crop. And I was left figuring out how to act once I stepped into the large hall it was hosted in. It has been such a long time since I was in the midst of those people. Ever since my parents disowned me, I hadn't set my eyes on anyone in their circle. “Are you okay?” Edgar's voice snapped me back to the present. He sat beside me in the backseat of the Porsche we had driven to the venue in. I gave him a nod, expelling a heavy exhale.“I’m fine.”I wasn’t. I was nervous about having to meet all those people. The lot was packed with exotic cars. I could see a few familiar faces even before going inside. Everyone knew the guests were only there to see the returned Manchester heiress. The auction was the perfect excuse. My parents had taken advantage of the attention I was getting to make it a success, and also show Edgar that his wife was from a w

~Lucien~She had no business looking that good while hanging on another man’s arm. She was oblivious to it all, but the men in this hall wanted her. I could see it in the way they stared on with lustfilled eyes that irked me so bad I wanted to poke them out. I slid my hands into my pocket, half expecting the action to stop blood from rushing to my groin at the sight of her, but it was futile.Cassie was beside me. I should be focused on her, not on another man’s wife. But how could I listen to the warning in my head when Arya was fueling the fire raging inside me.“It’s not gentlemanly to exchange words with a woman, Mr Sinclair. I can’t believe I have to teach you that,"I huffed.“Oh please,” Edgar drawled, rolling his eyes. “What’s not gentlemanly is laying hands on a woman. I won’t sit back and watch her insult me without doing anything.”Cassie tensed up beside me, ready to make a retort, I tapped her discreetly, trying -but failing- to ignore the way Arya clung to Edgar like a se

~Edgar~They didn’t even try to hide their distaste for me. The Manchesters despised me. If they had their way, they would have thrown me out the minute I walked into this hall. Arya was the only one holding them back, but even she couldn’t influence their decisions as much as I knew she wanted to. They were trying their best to humiliate me. I was determined to show them that I couldn't be broken. I was ready to do anything to make them warm up to me. When they come to terms with the fact that their son in law was not one to give up, they’d have no choice but to accept me.My blood boiled seeing Lucien Vale. I didn’t take Arya’s parents' words to heart when they said he’ll be in my face a lot, but I did now. Why did they have to make him her guardian? He never failed to make me feel small and worthless every single time. And Arya, she wasn’t making things better by staring at him as she wanted to eat him up always.Suppressing my pride, I walked to the chair that had been designated

~Arya~Okay, this was quite a stretch. The painting was valued at fifty million, not a hundred. Lucien knew that, yet he still called such a high amount.Edgar frowned. A scowl crept on his face as he glared at Lucien. “A hundred and ten. I’m not letting any other person walk home with that painting."“A hundred and fifty”Color drained from Edgar's face. He grabbed a glass of alcohol from a nearby table and downed the contents in one gulp. “Stop this, Mr Vale. I know you do not need that painting.”Lucine didn’t spare him a glance. He raised his paddle again. “Two hundred million, if you will.”I hesitated. Edgar bit down on his fingernails thoughtfully, wheels spinning in his head. He was probably trying to estimate his net worth to determine if he stood a chance. Two hundred million was changed to Lucien, but I couldn't say the same for Edgar.“Two hundred and fifty,” he finally announced. “I can do two hundred and fifty million.”Lucien relaxed into his seat with a satisfied smir