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Amara nervously fidgeted with her fingers as Rhys stood right beside her. The guard told them Adrian just arrived. And after so many days, Amara wasn’t sure how she should feel. All the emotions seemed to envelop her. Martha was in the kitchen preparing the drinks. And now they stood in the lobby waiting for Adrian. Amara's heart raced as Adrian entered the room. Her mind was flooded with memories of his soft touches, the smiles, the shared glances, the tender moments. But now, as he stood there in that impeccably tailored dark blue suit, looking just as dashing as she remembered, there was an unfamiliar tension in the air. She had expected to feel joy at seeing him again, but all she could manage was a forced smile.Adrian's light eyes met hers, and he offered a small smile. Whereas she was still, Adrian could feel his heart bursting out. The small piece of jewellery in his pocket seemed to be piercing his skin. But he decided. Today. And every day. Amara was his. Rhys however felt
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“Rhys. Long time no see.” Abigail mused taking a sip of his whiskey as he glanced at Rhys from the other corner of the table. His keen dark eyes set on Rhys. Rhys swirled the glass of his whiskey between his fingers, his gaze dark and sharp. “Should’ve kept it that way. I don’t like uninvited guests in my house.”Abigail snickered. “Well, I was invited…by your brother.” He motioned to Adrian who was helping Amara sit. Rhys averted his eyes with a tick. “This is not his house where you can come and go as you please, Francis.” Abigail tensed at the mention of his last name. Almost choked on his whiskey as he glared at Rhys. “Abigail.” He stated. Rhys smirked leaning back and raising his brow.“I’d rather call you a dick.” Abigail clenched his jaw. Rhys met his glare. Rhys, Adrian, Lorcan and Abigail had a history that ran deeper than water. Rhys never liked Abigail. But when Abigail’s father became his business rival, his hatred only intensified. If Rhys wanted, he could’ve ruined
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The atmosphere there suddenly became more unpleasant and she immediately pulled herself away from his embrace with trembling hands. The surrounding was heavy with tension. He leaned in suddenly, pressing his lips forcefully against hers. Amara's eyes widened in shock as she felt his aggressive kiss. She could taste the desperation in his actions, and it left her feeling uncomfortable and uneasy. Her heart raced, and she gently pushed him away, her voice trembling as she whispered, "Adrian, wh-what are you doing?”Amara's heart pounded in her chest as Adrian's forceful kiss left her in a state of shock. Her body tensed, and she felt an uneasy knot in the pit of her stomach. The intensity of the moment had taken her completely by surprise, and she struggled to make sense of his unexpected behaviour. Anxious thoughts raced through her mind, Adrian was her husband, she shouldn’t be feeling this way, but why, why was she feeling so anxious and panicked at the same time? "I...need to use
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Rhys knelt beside her, his eyes filled with concern and a deep hurt that mirrored her own. He longed to reach out and comfort her, to banish the darkness that had engulfed her.Rhys sat beside the bed, watching as Amara slept soundly, her face framed by the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. She looked like a serene, beautiful angel in her slumber, her features relaxed, free from the worries of the world. Her peaceful expression tugged at his heartstrings, filling him with a deep sense of reality.“This world has been too cruel to you, Angel.” He muttered softly. Beneath the gentle caress of the moonlight, Amara looked ethereal. So innocent. The soft silver beams spilt through the window, casting a delicate radiance upon her face.Her ebony hair cascaded in graceful waves around her, like strands of midnight silk, contrasting with her porcelain skin. Moonlight danced upon her delicate features, illuminating the contours of her face, revealing the subtle curve
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The morning was sunny and chirpy, the soft rays of sun in-filtered through the large floor-to-ceiling window into the dining area. The table that last night was filled with deserts and delicious food, was now empty as Amara, Rhys, and Adrian sat around it, but the atmosphere was far from warm and inviting. Tension hung heavy in the air, like an unwelcome guest.Amara's gaze flickered between the two men, her expression a reflection of her emotions. She didn’t know how or when she ended up in her bed, covered with warm sheets. Someone even changed her clothes. She somehow thought Martha had something to do with it. But she could not shake the ghost of touches on her skin. She had a vivid imagination of some tall and muscular man picking her up, and she snuggled closer to his hard chest. Just thinking about that made her cheeks flush as she lowered her head. Another reason she couldn’t meet Rhys’s eyes. Adrian looked at her with a heavy heart and cleared his throat. With much-needed c
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Rhys watched as Amara walked beside Adrian towards the waiting car. The heavy suitcases were in Adrian’s hands as he stuffed them into the backseat. The air was heavy with unspoken tension, and Rhys, standing by the front door of the mansion couldn't shake resentment oozing through Amara. Her gaze remained fixed on the ground, avoiding eye contact with Rhys. Adrian tried to offer a comforting smile, but it barely reached her troubled eyes. She hated knowing Rhys did not care for her and it hurt her more realising she was reading into things too much. The engine of the car hummed softly. Rhys felt a knot tighten in his chest. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She looked so sad and writhed like a flower. Her fists were tightly clenched. “I’ll send someone with her remaining stuff,” Rhys murmured taking Amara’s attention. The woman looked so taken aback by his words. His voice so cold and distant Amara wondered if he was the same man who consoled her that night. Feeling embarras
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A few days passed, and Amara started indulging herself in household work. Waking up before Adrian and making breakfast for him. It all came naturally to her—preparing his morning coffee, ironing his clothes, arranging his lunch, preparing dinner, waiting for him in the living room of their giant apartment, and then sleeping—on different beds of course.She was glad Adrian agreed to let her have a room to herself. She barely got time to paint, and she was glad because every time she grabbed the brush, her hands would shake and she wouldn’t know what she’d draw. All the while, pale blue eyes haunt her now and then. Amara moved between the kitchen counters, the clinking of utensils and the sizzling sounds from the stove pulling her out of her thoughts. The enticing aroma of pasta began to envelop the living room, but her mind was elsewhere—lost in the abyss of memories that seemed to intertwine with the scents reminding her of the time she lived with Rhys. It had only been a week, and
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The front door creaked open, and Adrian stumbled inside, clearly intoxicated. His friend, Abigail, followed closely behind, trying to keep him steady. Amara was sitting on the couch, engrossed in a magazine as she looked up, concern etched on her face as she saw Adrian in such a state. “Adrian, what happened? Are you okay?” She asked worriedly.Adrian's speech was slurred as he tried to respond.“I'm fine, baby. Just had a bit too much to drink.” He swayed wobbling on his feet as she quickly got up. Abigail guided Adrian to the couch and sat him down, his gaze lingering on Amara for a moment longer than necessary. Amara felt a shiver run down her spine, a sense of discomfort settling in her gut.She avoided his eyes. “Thanks for bringing him home, Abigail. I'll take care of him from here.”Abigail smirked, his eyes still fixed on Amara, but she quickly regained her composure.He said licking his lips. “No problem. Always happy to help out a friend in need.” Amara's discomfort inten
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