Amelia's POV
Awakening to the gentle chime of my alarm, I reluctantly surrendered to the realization that today marked the culmination of my school journey. The bittersweet pang of change and nostalgia loomed as my customary routine was bound to alter.
I couldn't help but reflect on the friends and camaraderie I'd be leaving behind. Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed the silent tears streaming down my cheeks. My beloved teachers, Mrs. Smith, in particular, weighed heavily on my heart, their nurturing presence soon to be distant echoes.
Drying my tears, I proceeded to the washroom to attend to my morning routine and take a shower. Today, I chose to don a delicate applique lavender tulle dress, its contours embracing my figure gracefully. Minimal makeup adorned my features, a departure from the overly ostentatious styles some of my peers favored. A necklace, a thoughtful gift from Mark, graced my neck, while nude single-sole heels complimented my ensemble seamlessly. I left my cascading curls free, a frame for the reflection that met my gaze as I took one final glance in the mirror before descending for breakfast.
I left my cascading curls free, a frame for the reflection that met my gaze as I took one final glance in the mirror before descending for breakfast
Upon entering the dining room, my mother's affectionate kiss greeted me, her endearing words enveloping me in warmth. "My darling, you radiate beauty akin to a star," she murmured, her hand tenderly caressing my cheek."Thank you, Mom. After all, whose daughter am I?" I replied playfully, sharing a laughter-laden moment. Curiosity piqued, I inquired about my father and brother's whereabouts.
"Dad left for work early, and as for Jon..." Mom's sentence was interrupted by the appearance of my brother, Jon. Her voice brimmed with delight as she proudly introduced my stunning appearance to him.
"Ah, there you are, Jon. Look at Amelia, resplendent in her choice of attire," Mom exclaimed, a note of exuberance in her tone.
"You find her gorgeous? I'd say she looks more like a sack of potatoes," Jon quipped, teasingly.
"Jon you look way worse and, incidentally, you have an unpleasant odor. Kindly maintain some distance from me, or I might experience nausea," I remarked, my nose wrinkling in response.
"Says the one who stink like a dead rat." He said and laugh out loud.
"Cease your bickering, you two. Come and have breakfast, my beloved children," Mom intervened, affectionately patting both of our heads.
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As I reached the school gates, the sight of my friends engrossed in conversation welcomed me. "Hey everyone, I'm here! I've missed you all so much," I exclaimed, enveloping each of them in a heartfelt embrace.
"Amelia, we've missed you too. By the way, that dress is incredibly alluring," Schem remarked, her gaze appreciatively tracing my outfit.
If Mark's name rings a bell, Schem is also one of my closest friends. "Thank you, Schem. By the way, where's Mark? He's been unreachable on his phone," I inquired, my fingers tapping restlessly on my phone's screen.
"Oh, is our little Amelia yearning for her dear friend? How sweet," Sabrina quipped with a cheeky grin, her dimples on full display.
Sabrina, Schem's twin sister, shared a resemblance with her, though her enchanting green hazel eyes set her apart.
"Enough teasing, Sabrina. Mark is just a friend," I blushed, my cheeks betraying my feelings. A deep voice chimed in, unmistakably Mark's.
"Amelia, missing your 'lover boy'? How endearing," Mark's soothing tone enveloped me.
"Mark, why weren't you answering my calls? I was worried," I chided, my hands finding their way to my hips.
"My apologies, cutie pie. I was caught up, but here I am now. That's what matters, right?" Mark's words, accompanied by his pinch-worthy cheeks, eased my worry.
"Right," I affirmed, pinching his cheek playfully. Mark's hazel eyes, chiseled features, and charismatic demeanor had made him the embodiment of every girl's fantasy. Friends since the age of ten, he was my best friend. Though harboring a crush on him for a year, I had never mustered the courage to express it. Perhaps today would be different. "Shall we head inside?" he suggested, taking my hand in his.
Lost in conversation, I failed to notice the impending collision. Abruptly halted by a solid chest, or rather, a towering figure, I stumbled. Arms caught me just in time, averting an embarrassing fall.
My gaze met a pair of deep sea-blue eyes, features sharply defined, and presence undeniably imposing. His stature, approximately 6'1", accentuated my own 5'3", even in my heels. Mark's voice brought me back to reality, his concern pulling me from the stranger's grasp.
"Are you okay, cutie pie? You should watch where you're walking," Mark chided gently, extricating me from the stranger's hold.
Turning to the man, his gaze felt piercing, an unsettling connection with my soul. Grateful yet flustered, I murmured a thank you and retreated, Mark guiding me away.
Gabriel's POV
Dawning with the sun, I adhered to my morning routine before selecting a classic Armani black suit, a fitting choice as today marked my role as the guest of honor at the farewell party.
The elegance of my attire was mirrored in my Rolex watch and black Brodie Oxford shoes. Descending the stairs, the dining room awaited, my morning repast served by a diligent maid.
Completing my meal, I exited my home to the sight of my Black BMW X4, awaiting my presence. My chauffeur facilitated my entry, propelling us towards the school.
Upon arrival, I exited the vehicle, traversing familiar grounds tinged with nostalgia. Suddenly, an unexpected collision occurred, a collision of bodies and energies. Swift reflexes enabled me to prevent the stranger from stumbling.
A pair of beguiling blue eyes met mine, lips pink and captivating. Her waist-length chestnut locks framed a smooth visage, begging for my touch. The soft curve of her waist fit perfectly within my grasp, awakening an unfamiliar possessiveness.
Intervening, a young man extracted her from my arms, addressing her as "cutie pie" and reminding her to be cautious. The turmoil that surged within me was unequivocal - an unwelcome rival had emerged. My gaze darkened as I watched them retreat, a brewing storm of jealousy within me.
Regaining composure, I proceeded inside, where the hall awaited the forthcoming festivities. The weight of memories infused the air as I occupied a front seat, my role as the guest of honor designated by the school.
The principal took the stage, his speech preceding mine. Eventually, my moment arrived, stepping forward amidst a sea of intrigued gazes, my presence igniting admiration and envy alike. Commencing my speech, I observed her amidst the crowd, her eyes fixated upon me.
A connection of eyes ensued, brief but undeniable, before she averted her gaze. The gesture fanned the flames of fury within me, a fury born from the unsettling sense of her gaze slipping through my grasp.
After concluding my speech, a round of applause filled the room. I promptly made my way outside the hall and the school premises. My driver courteously opened the car door, and I settled into the seat with ease.
As I gazed out of the window, I spotted her sharing laughter with her friends. Swiftly, I captured an image of her and dispatched it to one of my associates. I instructed him to gather comprehensive details about her and to provide me with the information by the following day. With a mixture of assurance and satisfaction, I pondered, "Fear not, my dear angel, for you shall soon belong to me. Exclusively mine, in the possession of Gabriel," a wry smile gracing my lips.
Amelia's POVMark and I took our seats in the hall, engaging in lighthearted conversation as the principal stepped forward to deliver his speech. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, especially regarding the guest of honor.Rumors swirled about the guest, a supposed billionaire and CEO of Hamilton Enterprise. Amidst the chatter, some sought his attention, driven by shallow intentions and an allure for his youthful handsomeness. Personally, I remained indifferent to his identity, more concerned with the content of his character than his exterior.When the guest of honor graced the stage, I was rendered speechless. He was none other than the man I had collided with earlier. Undeniably handsome, an aura of discomfort surrounded him, an instinctive warning to proceed with caution.Our eyes locked briefly, his cheeky smile extending towards me. Mortified, I averted my gaze, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. His speech concluded swiftly, his exit from the hall equally abrupt. Desp
Amelia's POV The gentle hum of domesticity floated through the air as my mother's voice mingled with the sound of dishes being washed. It was a serene backdrop to a conversation that was anything but tranquil. "Amelia, my dear, now that you're done with school, have you given any thought to your plans for the future? Uncle Joseph suggests that pursuing higher studies at a reputable university would be a wise choice," my mother ventured, her eyes focused on the task at hand. With determination lacing my words, I replied, "Mom, you know my heart lies in baking. I want to open my bakery. You're well aware of my passion for it. Attending a university might not align with that dream. I'd rather take on part-time jobs and save up to make my bakery a reality. It's a dream that means the world to me." Her response, though expected, held a hint of concern. "You could always approach your father for startup capital, my dear. He's always willing to support you, being his only daughter and all
Gabriel Pov Finally I got my angel. I feel like I got my soulmate. Last night when she went for her date I stalked her. When she was kissing that asshole I watched them coldly and I was raging. I got an opportunity to take her with me when she went to the restroom. She was passed out for more than 10 hours so I was worried about her. When I entered her room I was happy that she was already awake. When she asked where she was, her voice was like honey to my ears. But I got furious when she asked where that jerk was and she dared to call me a psychopath. I was more outraged when she tried to run away and on top of that she was worried about that jerk. I couldn't control my anger and I slapped her. I don't regret it. She needs to behave with me or else she'll be punished. No one
Amelia's POVWhen I awoke, I found myself in a moving car, lying on Gabriel's lap. The realization hit me—had we really arrived in Paris? The distance from home was overwhelming, and a wave of uneasiness washed over me. The unfamiliar surroundings and the knowledge that I was far away from everything and everyone I knew intensified my anxiety.Gabriel's seemingly considerate actions—letting me sleep on his lap during the flight and carrying me to the car—conflicted with the image I had of him as a cold and ruthless man. I couldn't let myself be fooled by his occasional softness; I knew the reality of the situation. We had arrived in Paris, a place I had only dreamt of visiting, but the circumstances had turned it into a nightmare."You are already awake? We reached Paris some hours ago. I didn't want to wake you up, so I carried you till here," he said, his tone attempting to sound gentle. I saw through his facade, understanding the darkness that lurked beneath his actions. He was a mo
Gabriel's POVFollowing the regrettable incident where I used the belt on her, I felt a surge of frustration. It was a move I hadn't wanted to resort to, considering she was the first girl I'd ever treated that way. Yet, her defiance managed to provoke me. I opted to dismiss the discomfort it caused me and framed it as a form of correction for her lack of obedience.However, I hoped that this experience had taught her a lesson, and perhaps it would negate the need for such methods in the future. With this idea in mind, I moved forward.Leaving the hotel premises, I attended a crucial business meeting. Yet, my focus was consistently interrupted by thoughts of her. Had she managed to eat anything in my absence? I assumed she must have ordered a meal, at least. The meeting, dragging on for hours, finally concluded. Given that we had already had an early dinner, I found myself not particularly hungry.Checking my watch, I realized it was already 6 p.m. Curiosity got the best of me, prompti
Amelia's POVWhen I finally woke up, the room was bathed in the soft glow of noon light. Gabriel was nowhere to be found, which was a slight relief. My stomach, on the other hand, was loudly reminding me that it had been a while since I last ate. With a rumbling tummy, I decided to take matters into my own hands and order some food.Picking up the phone, I dialed the number for room service, my fingers trembling slightly. "Hello, how may I help you?" the voice on the other end of the line inquired politely. "I'm staying in, umm, room 378, I believe, and I wanted to order some food," I replied hesitantly, not particularly skilled at conversing with strangers."Oh, so you're calling from Mr. Hamilton's Presidential Suite. You can place your food order with me, and we'll have someone deliver it to you shortly," the voice responded, carrying a distinct French accent.I proceeded to place my food order, keeping it simple yet filling. After hanging up, I waited with a mix of anticipation and
Amelia Pov The morning aftermath I woke up and beside me the bed was empty. I then cried my heart out. The sheets had my blood in it. My clothes were torn on the floor. I covered myself well with the quilt as I was feeling ashamed. I've turned into awhore. He ruined me. He raped me and I couldn't do anything. Never in my life I thought my first time would be like this. It was the worst nightmare ever. Last night when he finished using me he laid beside me and wrapped his arms around my waist before sleeping. But I didn't even sleep a bit. It's just I couldn't. He is a monster and will always be. Suddenly I saw him entering the room with a tray of foods. "Rise and shine angel. Look I've brought breakfast for us." He stated happily. But I looked away from him. I'm never going to forgive him for what he did to me last night. He came near me to give me a kiss but I pushed hi
Gabriel's POVIt's been a month since I decided to confess the truth to her. I couldn't bear the thought of her seeing me solely as a villain. So, I chose to reveal a part of the truth, leaving out the darker details that could make her hate me even more. I'm well aware of the pain I've caused her, and while my obsession with her still lingers, I've learned to exercise restraint.Over the past month, I've remained by her side, offering support without crossing any boundaries. I wanted her to see that I can change, that I can be better for her. Progress was visible – her fear of me was gradually subsiding, and she was starting to open up. I've been careful not to touch her in ways that would make her uncomfortable, allowing her to trust me at her own pace.A positive development is that my father has finally transferred all of his business holdings to my name. I am now the proud owner of Hamilton Enterprises, and my underground ventures, which remain hidden from her, continue to thrive.