Amelia Carter has only loved one man in her entire life. And that's her husband, Noah Allen. But she received nothing but heartbreak for her love. On their second anniversary, Noah came home with her best friend, who was pregnant for him, and threw divorce papers at Amelia's face. "You're barren, and you have nothing to offer me. Lucy will be my wife from now.” He yelled while throwing Amelia's bags out of the house. Amelia begged with tears but her pleas turned on deaf ears, and she was thrown out to the streets. As she contemplated how to take her own life, a fleet of cars surrounded her, and the city's wealthiest billionaire, Damian Donovan, stepped out. "Amelia, will you marry me? I will give you everything you desire if you become my wife," he offered, extending his hand to her. "How do you know my name?" Amelia asked him, dumbfounded. "I know more than just your name," he replied. "In fact, I know everything about you, including your divorce. And I also know you want revenge on your best friend and ex-husband. I can help you." ************************* Damian didn’t believe in love, but he needed a wife to claim the inheritance his uncle left him. Amelia needed to take revenge on her ex-husband, and what better way to do it than a marriage of convenience with his worst enemy? There were only two rules in their fake marriage: no entanglement or sexual relationship, and they would go their separate ways after the arrangement was over. But their attraction for each other is more than they bargained for. When feelings start to get real, and Noah wants Amelia back, will Damian let her go? Or will he fight for what he believes is his?
View MoreAMELIA "I feel a strong connection between you and Damian." I tried not to groan. I had known this was coming. For most of the drive to the airport, my mother had been strangely quiet. That usually meant that she had something weighty to say, and considering her frequent topic of discourse was usually about Damian and I, I could not say I was surprised. Since I quite agreed with her sentiments, I was half inclined to shed tears of vexation, so I settled for 'joking' about Anthony. "I thought you were quiet because you've been thinking about seeing Anthony," I said. She took her eyes off the road to give me a reproachful look. "Don't make jokes. I'm being serious. You seem well suited to each other. I feel something... strong and probably genuine between you two and if I, a third party can feel it, I'm sure you and Damian do." Ugh! Getting her to talk about Anthony usually guaranteed her not talking about anything else. I heaved a sigh. "Mum, need I remind you that our ma
AMELIA "WHAT?" I could physically see how my confession hit my mother like a train. Her eyes were wide like she had seen a ghost. "Tell me... this isn't true," she said. I opened my mouth to say it wasn't true, to lie my way out this situation, but I knew deep down that it was no use. I could feel her eyes boring into my skin. She could read my expression. She knew me too well and I was sure it was plain on my face that I had spoken the truth, at least this time. "Amelia..." She took a turn around the room and came to stand before me once more. "Amelia, I wouldn't have believed this of you. You disappoint me." "I didn't have a choice, mum." "You did. Everyone has a choice, but sometimes it's just easier pretending that you don't. What made you even decide to get into this?" "Damian made the offer..." I told her about the condition of Damian's getting his uncle's company, about getting my revenge on Noah by marrying his hated business rival. "So... revenge and m
AMELIA "Hello, Amelia," she drawled. "For a moment there I thought you had developed some kind of sixth sense that told you I was here. I thought you would never come." "This is the exact time I come here everyday," I said shortly. While I spoke, my mind was going a mile a minute. Lora was again up to no good. That much was certain. Damian had told me everything about his meeting with her at the motel room, how she had tried to get him to say something incriminating. No doubt she had come to try the same tactic with me. My eyes skimmed over the skintight jeans and blouse she wore. I wondered whether she was wearing a wire under those clothes. I just had to be careful not to say anything that I wouldn't want recorded. "Nice place you got here," she said, staring at me with a malevolent look in her eyes. "I need us to talk about something very important. I assume there's a place where we can talk." I seriously considered telling her to go to hell when she added, "Or we can tal
AMELIA I was still basking in a postcoital glow when the sound of a door closing made me thoroughly wake up. I sat up. Beside me, Damian stirred. "What's the matter?" he said. His words punctuated by yawns which he tried to stifle unsuccessfully with one hand. "It's my mother. I think she's back. She went on the blind date Anton planned for her today," I explained further. "Oh." Interest flared in Damian's eyes. He sat up quickly and began hunting about for his clothes. "We have to go find out how it went. I'm curious." "I'm very curious," I said. I pulled on my clothes. Together Damian and I went downstairs. We met my mother just returning to the living room from the kitchen. We exchanged greetings, and then I could rein in my curiousity no longer. "Tell me, mum. How did it go?" I asked. She plonked down on the sofa. I perched on the sofa close to hers, and Damain settled down beside me. "It was..." She hesitated and shrugged. "It went okay
DAMIAN I bit my lips to stifle a groan. My fingers unconsciously massaged my temples where I felt a headache building. The sound of rustling paper made me look up. My secretary had merely paused to turn over another page of the report she was reading. Beside her, two men, members of my staff were hanging on to her every word, making notes in the margin of the documents in front of them. My secretary saw me looking in some dismay at the remaining pages of the report she had yet to read. "Should I... go on, sir?" she asked after a moment's hesitation. "Yes. Please do," I replied. The men who had looked startled at the idea that I could abruptly call off the meeting that hadn't even lasted for up to twenty minutes, now looked expectantly at her as she once more began droning on about the project. I fought to keep my expression bright and alert, like everyone else, but I found myself spacing out once more. Damn! But I was so goddamn tired. Lately, I had been even under more
DAMIAN "Another woman?" I mouthed the words, my mind blank and confused with no idea of what Dorothy was talking about. And then it hit me. Dorothy had somehow known that I had gone to see Lora. But how? I was sure that no one had followed me there. Or was I? I had actually been on edge and worried after Lora's text message that I hadn't actually been looking to see if I was being followed. But then again, why the hell would someone have wanted to follow me in the first place? "Answer the question, Damian," Dorothy demanded. "You were at a motel room with another woman. Or do you deny it?" I forced myself to meet her angry eyes. "No," I said quietly. Amelia shot me a panicked look. I tried to assure her with my eyes that I had the situation well in hand. Dorothy drew herself up to her full height. "What nerve! You stand there without a hint of remorse and proudly say-" "Please, calm down, Dorothy. I admitted to going into the motel room to see a woman. I didn't admit
DOROTHY Who was it? I thought as I saw the figure flit out into the grounds. I leaned out the window to get a better look. The figure was suddenly illuminated by the headlamps of the car which had suddenly come on. Before the lights winked out, I saw Damian clearly. Something about his bowed head, his quick movement made me feel like he wanted to leave the house unnoticed. It was almost midnight! Where could be going off to? I stood there in front of bedroom window, undecided. The need to know what he was up to decided me. I hurried downstairs, grabbed a car key from the little tray on the dining table. Damian's car was almost at the gates by the time I got outside. I pressed the button on the keys until one of the cars beeped. I got into that one and going after him. Luck was on my side. There was still some traffic on the roads. It wasn't as deserted as I thought it would by by this hour. I was able to stay behind a black sedan all the way to the turning to a nearby buildi
AMELIA "Mom?" I looked from her to Damian who had a half amused, half exasperated expression on. They had come driven home together. "Did you run into each other on your way home?" "No." My mother came to sit beside me. "I went to see Damian in his office. It's a really nice place by the way. Did I mention that?" "You did," said Damian. "And... why exactly did you go there, mum?" I said. My mother was not one to make visits without a purpose. Had she gone to confront him about the condoms? That was definitely something she could and would do. She frowned at me. "To hear you talk, one would think I was trespassing." "I didn't say that," I countered. "What's wrong in going to see my son-in-law?" "Mum-" She threw her hands up. "Okay fine. I also stopped by to give him something I felt you two needed." When I looked blank, Damian explained. "It's a herbal drink. She says drinking it should increase my chances of getting you pregnant." I groaned, passed my hand
AMELIA "I am asking you a question, Amelia," said my mother impatiently. "Explain these." She tossed a handful of the condoms on the sofa. I licked my lips nervously. I still couldn't think of what to say. Why had I even allowed her to do Damian's laundry in the first place? I should have known that if there was something dodgy to be found in his room, my mother would be the one to find it. I took a deep breath and tried again to speak. "Mom, I-" What could I say? That Damian probably still used the condoms to sleep with other women? That some of the condoms were given to him as a sample by someone? I probably would have gone with the later explanation, wild though it seemed, if not for the fact that Damian probably had a lifetime's supply of condoms in his drawer. "I know exactly what's going on here?" said my mother with a very disapproving look. My heart plummeted to somewhere in the region of my stomach. I felt beads of sweat pop out on my upper lip despite the fact
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