Time has passed, a relentless march of days that feel like an eternity. In the confines of our shared room, we coexist like strangers, our connection fragmented and lost. The chasm between us seems insurmountable. The depth of Gabriel's betrayal weighs heavily on my soul, etching scars upon my psyche, invisible but profound.
Night after night, I lie in bed, my heart burdened by an unrelenting anguish. The injuries inflicted upon my mind, the torment that has left my spirit fractured and scarred, persist unabated.
A gulf now separates us, a gaping void too vast to bridge. Though Gabriel makes attempts to mend our broken relationship, his apologies feel like whispers in a tempest of doubts and fears. My trust in him, once unwavering, lies shattered. His words are like fragile glass, beautiful yet painfully breakable
Amelia's POV:In the comfort of my room, I found myself tangled in a rather familiar struggle with my mischievous brother, Jonathan. My exasperation reached its peak as he relentlessly teased me about my farewell dress. Seeking refuge in my mother's company, I interrupted her culinary endeavors, hoping for some solace."Mom, Jonathan is making fun of my farewell dress," I lamented to my busy mother, who was engrossed in the act of preparing dinner. Without pausing in her vegetable cutting, she cast a quick glance toward me, her attention briefly diverted from the task at hand."Jon, stop pestering your sister and take out the garbage, please," she instructed him in her calm yet assertive manner. Yielding to her command, he nodded and promptly disappeared to fulfill his chore.Addressing me now, she beckoned me to assist her in the kitchen. "You, little one, come and help me with dinner. You've already turned 18, and all you seem to do is eat, sleep, and complain about your brother's an
Amelia's POVAwakening 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 cascadi
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