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Chapter One

Amelia's POVI pulled off the promise ring from my finger and placed it on the table in front of me. It was the epitome of a promise that was never fulfilled.I told myself I wouldn't cry, but tears ran freely down my face. I dabbed my cheeks with my handkerchief and ordered a glass of whiskey.Earlier today, I had stepped into my engagement party, just to find Damian, my boyfriend, kneeling on one knee in front of my younger sister, sliding the ring I had picked out onto her finger while everyone clapped and cheered.I didn't understand. It didn't make any sense.I planned every single detail of that party—from the event center I rented to the food, the colors, everything. The only thing I didn't do was send out the invitations. Damian said he would handle that.And now here we are. Everyone was congratulating my sister on her engagement to my boyfriend. What the hell?! I didn't think.I marched straight to the stage, my heels clicking against the floor. I grabbed the microphone fr

Chapter Two

Amelia's POVHe removed my bra, and swallowed hard as it came off. His erection pressed against my stomach.He put his hands under my butt, lifting me up. My legs wrapped around his torso, and I continued digging my nails into his skin."Fuck me." He groaned.He turned off the shower, and carried me into the room. In a swift motion, he laid me on the bed and started kissing between my thighs.He took off my pants, and inserted his fingers into my vagina. I was on cloud nine.I've never felt this alive since I can remember. Sex with Damian wasn't even this good.After sometimes he came up, crashing his lips on mine, and dominating the kiss.One of his hands was on my breast, kneading it softly, as his thumb grazed over my nipple. He sucked on my other breast, gently biting my nipple."Gosh! This is so good," I moaned. I hadn't taken a good look at the man I was in bed with. I opened my eyes a bit, and looked at him. I couldn't see his face, but he had black hair."My name is Asher, an

Chapter Three

Amelia's POVHe turned to Darcy, "Get the fuck out of here, we need privacy."Darcy looked at me, with a raised eyebrow. I gestured for her to leave. Darcy and Samantha never really liked Damian, and they didn't try to hide it. They were nice to him just because I begged them to. She closed the door behind her."My lawyer called me today. Your lawyer sent him the signed documents today, and I've been an acting manager for just one year. Why did you deceive me?" His nostrils flared."I should be asking you that same question. Why did you deceive me, Damian?" I stood up from my seat.He stopped in front of my desk, "I'll ask again. Why the fuck did you deceive me?" We maintained eye contact."Deceive? I didn't do that. I just made a decision. It's my company after all. I choose who to hire, and who to fire. Enjoy your one-year contract, Mr Hades. It may not be renewed." I sat down, and picked up my pen to continue working."I would like you to get out of my office, I need to work." My

Chapter Four

Amelia's POVI pulled away from him, "We will continue that if you listen to what I have to say right now. I need to explain how this company would use your resources, and what the dividends you would get on a quarterly basis.""I'll always listen to you, my love." He slid his hand on my thigh, and rubbed circles under my skirt.I shut my eyes for a moment, allowing my body to relax under his touch.I spent the next thirty minutes explaining to him the basic information he needed to know."My lawyer will get back to you once the contract is ready. That would be all for now. Any other information would be sent to your assistant," I said.I dropped the file I was holding and stood up, he pulled me back, his hands caged me on the couch."Where are you going? You promised that we'd continue from where we dropped off." He towered over me, and captured my lips in a rough kiss.I tugged his suit, bringing him much closer to me. Then suddenly he pulled away."Marry me, Amelia," He said softly

Chapter Five

Amelia's POVThe family dinnerThe car hummed to a stop outside my parent's house, and for some reason I couldn't stop shaking.My hands were clenched on my lap, my knuckles turned white. The dashboard lights cast a glow across the steering wheel where Asher sat beside me, calm as still water. He hadn't said a word since we turned onto this street. He just reached over, took my right hand in his, and wrapped his fingers around mine."You're going to crack my bones if you squeeze any harder," he chuckled.I tried to laugh, but it came out like a breath. "Sorry."He didn't let go. Instead, he rubbed his thumb slowly across my knuckles, back and forth, until I calmed down.I looked at him. When I told him that I had a family dinner this weekend, I didn't expect him to be cool with it, saying it was a great opportunity for him to meet his "soon-to-be in-laws." But here he was, in front of my parents' house, holding my hand."Are you sure you don't wanna bail?" I asked.He turned his head

Chapter Six

Amelia's POV"What's going on here?"My father's voice echoed from the top of the staircase. He stood there, one hand on the railing, the other tucked into the pocket of his blue office trousers. His white button-up shirt was crisply ironed, but his face was stern. His black hair had more streaks of grey than the last time I saw him."Daddy!" Ivy ran toward him, still clutching the open box in her trembling hands. "Can you imagine what Amelia gave me as my engagement gift? A fucking sex toy!"She held it up like evidence. My mother appeared in the kitchen doorway but said nothing. Damian lingered behind Ivy, his jaw tight, his hazel eyes fixed on me with something between disgust and confusion."Of course she did." My father's gaze traveled slowly from Ivy's face to mine. He sized me up, then down."That's all someone like you could ever give, isn't it, Amelia? Cheap, and unwanted. Just like yourself."The words landed like slaps. I felt them sting, but I didn't flinch. I wouldn't giv

Chapter Seven

Asher's POV I have sat through a lot of unbearable things in my life. My father's heart attack. The first time I realized my ex was right—that I was too cold, too closed off, too broken to love properly. The day I signed the divorce papers and felt nothing except relief. But sitting at Graham Brooks's dining table, watching him tear his own daughter apart piece by piece, was something else entirely. I couldn't look at Amelia. If I looked at her, I would lose it. So I stared at my plate, at the half-eaten piece of chicken, at the way my fork rested against the porcelain. I listened. That was all I could do. Listen to this man—this father—tell the world that his daughter was difficult, ungrateful, disobedient. That she had never been important. That she had been born unremarkable and had spent every year since proving him right. Unremarkable. The word sat in my chest like a stone. I thought about the woman I had met in that hotel room—the way she had walked into the dark like she h

Chapter Eight

Amelia's POV The morning after the family dinner, I woke up with a headache that had nothing to do with alcohol. I hadn't drunk anything at the house. I just hadn't slept well. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard my father's voice. Unremarkable. Not important. A mistake. And then Asher's voice underneath it, softer: Because she's extraordinary. I didn't know which one to believe. The words played on a loop in my head while I lay there staring at the ceiling. My apartment was quiet. Too quiet. Usually I liked the silence—it was the only time no one was expecting anything from me. But this morning, the silence felt heavy. It felt like waiting for something bad to happen. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. A text from Sam: I’m at the hospital, and the baby’s fine. Please come to the hospital, I need to tell you something. That last part made my stomach tighten. I threw on some formal clothes, skipped breakfast, and drove to the hospital. The streets were still wet from rain I had

Chapter Nine

Amelia's POV Asher showed up twenty minutes later with two cups of coffee and a brown paper bag that smelled like butterscotch. I love that flavor. He didn't knock. He just walked in like he had every right to be there, which technically he did. He owned five billion dollars worth of this company. He could probably walk into any office he wanted. I was still sitting behind my desk, staring at the same email I had read four times without absorbing a single word. The cursor blinked at me. "You look terrible," he said. "That seems to be the theme of the day." I rolled my eyes. He set one cup in front of me and kept the other for himself. Then he opened the paper bag and pulled out two croissants—still warm, flaky, the kind from that bakery three blocks away that I never had time to visit. "You didn't have to do this," I said. "I know. I just wanted to take proper care of my soon to be wife." He chuckled. My lips tilted slightly. He sat in the chair Damian had been sitting in

Chapter Ten

Amelia's POV The drive home was relaxing. I was lying lazy on my couch, in my nightgown, a glass of wine in one hand and the TV remote in the other, when I heard a knock on my door. It was past ten. Dark outside. The kind of hour when no one good shows up at your door. I had been sitting there for almost an hour, trying to unwind, trying to forget the way Asher had looked at me in the kitchen, trying to forget the way my heart had raced when his fingers brushed my neck. Thinking of it made goosebumps rise on my skin. The wine was warm in my chest, and I was tired—bone tired. I had spent the whole day avoiding Damian's texts, avoiding Asher's eyes, avoiding my own thoughts. I just wanted one hour of peace. One hour where I didn't have to be anyone's fiancée, anyone's daughter, anyone's CEO.I just wanted to be me. The knock came again. Harder this time. Insistent. I set my wine down on the coffee table and stood up. My feet were bare. My hair was loose. I probably looked like I

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