Amelia found herself in a rather precarious situation. In a bizarre twist of fate, she was forcefully restrained and brought to her knees in front of a man named Mr. Blackwood, whom she couldn't recall ever meeting before! Never in her life was she mistreated this way!
Amelia's initial reaction was to protest loudly, her voice filled with anger and defiance. "Let me go! Do you have any idea who I am? I demand to be released immediately!" she yelled, her eyes flashing with a combination of fury and disbelief.
Stephan's aura was undeniably intimidating. As Amelia found herself on the ground before him, she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of dread wash over her. It was as if an invisible force emanated from him, commanding respect and eliciting fear.
His presence alone seemed to fill the room, suffocating the air around them. The intensity in his eyes was piercing, like two icy orbs that saw right through her facade. There was a steely determination in his gaze, a resolute focus that made it clear he was not to be trifled with.
Every movement he made exuded power and control. The way he stood tall, his broad shoulders squared, and his posture unwavering, spoke volumes about his strength. It was as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, and Amelia couldn't help but feel the gravity of his presence.
There was a palpable aura of authority surrounding Stephan, an invisible barrier that made it impossible for Amelia to escape his gaze or ignore the consequences of her actions. It was as if he commanded the very energy of the room, causing even the air to thicken with an unspoken tension.
Amelia's face twisted with anger and frustration as she yelled at Stephan, her voice filled with false bravado. "Hey, you! I will call my manager! And you will face the consequences of this!" she shouted, hoping to assert some semblance of control over the situation.
To her surprise, Oliver and Stephan burst into laughter, their mirth echoing through the room. Amelia's eyes widened, a mixture of confusion and disbelief clouding her features. "What's so funny? Do you think this is a joke?" she demanded, her voice tinged with desperation.
Oliver stepped forward, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Oh, Amelia, you really don't understand, do you? Let me enlighten you. Mr. Stephan Blackwood is the strongest man in this city, and your connections won't serve you now. They're aware of his reputation, and they won't dare cross him."
Amelia's confidence wavered as she reached for her phone, determined to call her influential friends and acquaintances for help. She dialled a number, her voice trembling as she spoke. "I need your assistance. I'm in a difficult situation, and I want you to take care of it immediately. The man involved is Stephan Blackwood."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Amelia heard a faint gasp, followed by a hurried excuse. "I'm sorry, Amelia. I can't get involved in this. It's best if you handle it yourself. Good luck."
Confused, she tried calling another friend, and then another, but the pattern repeated. Each time she mentioned Stephan's name, a wave of fear seemed to wash over the line, resulting in abrupt hang-ups or hollow promises of being too busy to assist.
Amelia's realisation slowly dawned upon her. She was alone in this, abandoned by those she thought were her allies. Panic crept into her voice as she dialled yet another number, her tone pleading. "Please, you have to help me. I'm begging you. I'm desperate."
But once again, her plea fell on deaf ears. The voice on the other end was cold and distant. "I'm sorry, Amelia. I can't risk getting involved with Stephan Blackwood. It's best if you handle it on your own."
Tears welled up in Amelia's eyes as she finally grasped the truth. She was powerless, abandoned by her connections, and left to face the consequences of her actions alone. The weight of her own helplessness settled upon her shoulders, crushing her spirit.
With a defeated sigh, Amelia slowly lowered her phone, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm... I'm truly helpless, aren't I? Look, sir, I have never caused harm to anyone in my entire life! Please don’t hurt me! I will do whatever you want!"
“Once…” Stephan finally said “There was a boy who went to your high school under a scholarship. That boy loved your friend. And you thought it was funny to mock him since he was poor and weak.”
Stephan rose from his place and knelt in front of her shaking body as he carried on, “But little did you know. That boy was the secret heir of the Blackwood millionaires and he was the son of a princess. He just had to disguise as poor to flee his family’s enemies.”
Amelia’s eyes widened in shock as she recalled that shy boy who used to get bullied by Robin River.
Stephan regarded Amelia with an expression of stern determination and he said in a deep, authoritative voice, “Now… that boy is back as a grim reaper. Your actions have consequences, and it's time for you to face them."
Amelia's anger quickly transformed into panic as the reality of her predicament sunk in. She tried to compose herself, her voice now filled with desperation. "Stephan, I'm so sorry," Amelia choked out, her voice laced with desperation. "I never meant to hurt you or anyone else. Please, give me a chance to make amends. I've changed, I promise!"
Stephan's gaze remained unwavering, his expression cold and unforgiving. He took a step back, creating a distance between them, and spoke with a voice filled with disdain. "Forgive you? After the years of torment and humiliation you put me through?”
“Please!” she caught his hand and talked in a seductive way “I will give you anything you want!”
Disgusted, Stephan pulled his hand and took a hold of her hair, “I want nothing from a wh*re like you."
Amelia's heart sank as she realised her f*cked up position. Her voice trembled with fear, "Please, Stephan, I beg you. I'll do anything!”
Stephan's stern expression did not soften not even slightly as he considered her plea. He turned to Oliver, his loyal assistant, and issued a command. "Call the entertainment company she works for. Inform them that her contract will be denied. She needs to face the consequences of her actions."
Amelia's eyes widened in horror as she realised the severity of the punishment Stephan had in store for her. "No, please! I'll lose everything! My career, my reputation... Please, don't do this!" she cried, her voice filled with desperation. “Please! I will do anything you want!”
Stephan's gaze bore into Amelia's eyes as he demanded, "Tell me everything you know about Magdalena, my ex-wife. Leave no detail out."
Amelia's voice trembled slightly as she spoke, her eyes darting nervously. "Well, after your divorce, Magdalena remarried a wealthy old man. Rumors circulated that he was abusive towards her... It was said that he neglected her because she was unable to reproduce offsprings, especially after she gave birth to a girl when he wanted a male heir."
Stephan's heart skipped a beat at the revelation. A mix of emotions surged through him, ranging from shock to disbelief. He had never known about the existence of a child, a secret daughter who carried Magdalena's traits! The thought of a hidden connection shook him to his core.His mind raced, trying to process the implications. Questions swirled within him. Where was her daughter now? What kind of life had she been subjected to? How had she been kept in the dark for so long?Unfortunately, Amelia had no knowledge of the child's whereabouts. She had merely heard rumours and speculations. Stephan's frustration grew as he realised that the information he sought remained out of his reach."Who do you think may know about the daughter's place?" He asked her with a scary tone."I... I don't know! Maybe her old husband or maybe her brother Robin..." Amelia shivered."I. Don't. Care. Amelia," Stephan's focus sharpened, determination etched onto his face. "Find out more, filthy b*tch. I want
The Riven family gathered around the opulent dining table, an air of arrogance and malice pervading the room. Thomas Riven, the patriarch, sat at the head, a smug smile playing on his lips as he basked in the power and wealth he had accumulated. His eyes, cold and calculating, surveyed the scene, his ego inflated by the presence of his mistress, Veronica, seated beside him.Veronica, a woman of seductive beauty and cunning, exuded an aura of entitlement as she sipped her wine. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of desire and ambition, her presence a constant reminder of Thomas' betrayal to his wife and family. She reveled in her role as the other woman, relishing the control she held over him and the power she wielded within the household.Robin, Thomas' son, sat at the far end of the table, his face etched with resentment and bitterness. He had long suffered under his father's tyranny and the constant overshadowing of his accomplishments. His eyes darted between his father and Veronica, a m
Oliver, Stephan's loyal assistant, stood silently by his side, relishing the discomfort and shock that had gripped the Riven family. His eyes gleamed with a sense of anticipation as he waited for his master's next command. Stephan, sitting at the opposite head of the dining table, turned to Oliver and spoke with a calm authority."Oliver, it seems we have some unfinished business to attend to in this house," Stephan said, his voice firm and unwavering. "I want you to search every corner of this mansion for any remaining belongings of Magdalena."Oliver nodded obediently, understanding the importance of the task at hand. He knew that finding any trace of Magdalena's presence would further unsettle the already unnerved Riven family. With a nod from Stephan, he swiftly departed the dining room, leaving the Rivens to face the weight of their past actions.Thomas Riven, unable to hide his growing frustration and anger, spoke up, his voice trembling with a mixture of indignation and defianc
"Sit down, everyone,” Stephan, his eyes scanning the room, commanded everyone to find a seat and relax. The atmosphere was thick with tension as the Riven family followed his instructions. With an air of authority, Stephan reached into his pocket and retrieved a pack of cigarettes.Reluctantly, Thomas, Veronica, and Robin seated themselves, their eyes occasionally darting toward Stephan. There was a palpable sense of unease in the room, as if they were treading on fragile ground, unsure of what lay ahead. Stephan, however, exuded an air of confidence that made it difficult for them to challenge his authority.As Stephan lit his own cigarette, a cloud of smoke began to fill the room, wrapping itself around the tension that still lingered. The flickering flames of the lighter cast an ethereal glow on Stephan's face, emphasising the determination in his eyes.Silence settled over the dining hall, broken only by the soft crackling of the burning tobacco and the occasional sigh from the Ri
The city skyline shimmered beneath the glow of the setting sun as Stephan Blackwood's private jet descended onto the tarmac. After years of seclusion and tireless pursuit of success, he had finally returned, his heart pulsating with a mix of anticipation and vengeance.As the jet's doors opened, Stephan stepped out onto the runway, exuding an aura of power and determination. Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit that bespoke his newfound wealth, he scanned the surroundings with a steely gaze. This was the moment he had been waiting for—the moment to set his plan of revenge into motion.News of Stephan's arrival had rippled through the city, stirring whispers and sparking curiosity. The media speculated about his motives, while the public eagerly awaited the unveiling of his grand scheme. His rise from the shadows had become a tale of legend, a symbol of resilience and determination.“The time has come.” With a calculated stride, Stephan descended into a waiting black limousine, the ep
Stephan Blackwood stood at the entrance of St. Augustine's High School, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and apprehension. It was his first day at the prestigious institution, a world far removed from the humble neighbourhood he had grown up in. The grandeur of the building and the air of privilege surrounding him made him feel like an imposter, a fish out of water. Taking a deep breath, Stephan pushed open the heavy doors and stepped into the bustling hallway. The chatter of students echoed in his ears, and he could feel their eyes upon him, scrutinising his every move. Whispers followed in his wake as he made his way towards his designated classroom. As he entered the classroom, his gaze was drawn to a girl sitting at the front row. She exuded an aura of grace and gentleness, her features radiant and captivating. Her eyes sparkled with warmth, and a soft smile played upon her lips. She had long, flowing chestnut hair that cascaded down her back, and her posture was pois
Magdalena's heart weighed heavily with the burden of her family's dark secrets, and she knew she could trust Stephan with the truth. The linden trees rustled softly overhead as they found solace in their secluded spot, a sanctuary away from the judgmental eyes of the world.With a deep breath, Magdalena mustered the courage to reveal the painful story that had shaped her life. She spoke with a mixture of sadness and anger, her voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid the very words she spoke would unleash the ghosts of her past."Stephan, I need you to understand the true nature of my family," she began, her eyes searching for understanding. "My father, Thomas River, was married to my mother, a loving and devoted woman. But he succumbed to the temptations of an evil mistress named Veronica."Her voice quivered with emotion as she continued, "Veronica, with her illegitimate children, wielded her power within our household. She took control, fuelled by the blessings of my grandmother,
Amelia Shelton, a woman draped in a facade of elegance and refinement, revelled in her dual nature. Behind closed doors, away from the prying eyes of the world, she revealed her true colours, treating those beneath her with callous indifference. Her treatment of her maid was no exception.In the privacy of her luxurious mansion, Amelia's true nature unfurled. She barked orders with an air of entitlement, her voice dripping with condescension."Martha, how many times do I have to tell you? Iron my dresses properly! Can't you see the creases? It's unacceptable!"Martha, the maid, trembled under Amelia's scrutiny. "I-I'm sorry, ma'am. I'll fix it right away."Amelia waved her hand dismissively. "You're always sorry, Martha. I expect perfection, not excuses. Don't make me repeat myself."Martha nodded, her eyes downcast. She hurriedly went about her tasks, aware that any misstep would result in further reprimand.As the day wore on, Amelia's demands grew more unreasonable. She berated Mar