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The Hidden Identity Chapter fifteen
Overstepped Boundaries.Maxwell followed Amelia into the building and held her door just before she was about to lock it from the inside."Amelia.. Please I need to speak to you, this is not what it seems like" Maxwell pleaded with the young lady who just stared at him looking rather terrified."What do you mean by it's not what it seems like?" Amelia questioned him"I mean, we can talk this over.... I can explain all of this" Maxwell replied in a tone that sounded very honest."I can't... Speak with you.." She stuttered and immediately try to force the door lock"Amelia....Amelia wait... My father's life is at stake here" Maxwell said raising his voice to prove that he was not joking"If you do not give me a chance to at least talk about this, he may die" He added.His right hand was holding the door strongly preventing her from closing it properly."What... What are you talking about? How I'm I connected to that?" Amelia asked letting go of the door.She walked away into her room an
The Hidden Identity Chapter Sixteen
The Hidden Art Room. Amelia was feeling very upset sitting up on her bed with her two legs crossed into each other. She picked up her cellphone and sailed a contact which was answered almost immediately. "Hi..."Amelia said to the person on the other end of the phone. " Hi Amy... "A female voice sounded from the speaker of her phone. " It's been days... Are you okay" The person said further. "No... I'm not okay... I'm practically losing my mind right now" Amelia scathing voice sounded too loud as she spoke. "Okay... Okay.. Calm down" The female voice said calming, counting it each word to be sure Amelia was listening. "I want to sue him..." Amelia said softly, this time she was no longer sounding harsh but rather frustrated. "I understand how you feel" The voice said almost immediately. "I just need you to do one thing for me right now" The voice spoke further "Go to your art gallery at the closet and try painting whatever comes to your mind" The female voice said. "Aren't y
The Hidden Identity Chapter Seventeen
The Therapist Is Dead."Hello... Mr Wilson"Lizzy greeted Wilson who had just appeared in the company of two hefty guys at her apartment unannounced."Hello Liz..." Wilson responded to her greetingHe walked over to the couch in the small living room and sat down, his eyes darting around every corner of the room.Lizzy was beginning to feel uncomfortable about his impromptu visit. The way the two guards stood on separate sides of the doorway sent a chill down her spine."What do I offer you..." Lizzy managed to say not wanting them to notice the tension within her."Anything... Water will do" Wilson answered cheerfully.The excitement he should made Lizzy more comfortable.She had not been to close to Wilson but in the little time she have worked as his daughter's therapist, she could tell that he was not the smiling type.She faked a smile and said "I'll be back" while walking into the small kitchen that was a left turn from the living room. She took out a glass the cabin that hung
The Hidden Identity Chapter Eighteen
The Yellow Hand Towel.Maxwell stared at Riya for minutes before she broke the silence and asked to leave. As she walked back into Amelia's room, she could feel a wave of shyness in her marrows. It was as though thousands of butterflies were dancing in her belly to the tone of her heart beat. "What the heck happened?" She asked herself, almost like a solique.Her eyes were blinking unstoppably. "Are you alright" Amelia asked her as she entered into the room. "Yeah I'm fine" She replied not wanting Amelia to notice anything on her reactions. "Here, have some chocolates" Riya said, leaving the plate of chocolate bars in front of Amelia as they both say on the bed. "I can't still believe that Lizzy is gone" Amelia said looking depressed. Her eyes were heavy and she could feel the chillness on her skin. "Hmmm....its heart reeking" Riya replied"I hope her killers gets the sane fate" She added innocently. "What if it was dad?" Amelia asked without thinking it twice. "What?.... I
The Hidden Identity Chapter Nineteen
His AdvocateRiya walked out of his room feeling a cluster of eerie feeling all over her body. It was already late into the night and as she walked into Amelia's room, she began to tip on her toe in the darkness not wanting to make a sound and wake Amelia up. She took off her slippers and laid on her side to the left end of the bed. This time, she didn't allow any thoughts into her mind as she was already feeling to weak and dizzy. In a short moment she slept off without saying her words of prayer as she usually does. Her mother back in Chinatown had always taught her how to prayer every morning and evening since she was a child. Maxwell was a bit nervous about what happened between them that night but he was able to cuddle himself tightly on bed until he finally fell asleep. He woke the next morning feeling a bit nostalgic and decided to do a little exercise around the house. He was able to find a suitable sport for his little morning workout. He walked out of the front door
The Hidden Identity Chapter Twenty
No more maids.Maxwell finished helping Riya do the clean up and was already back in his room.There was something missing the Wilson's home that morning but he could not wrap his head around it until he heard a knock on his door.He stood up reluctantly and took the door, only to find Riya standing with a tray of food with her."Breakfast?" She asked as she walked into his room."Not yet....." He said running his hand through his hair."Was I the only one who noticed the maid's absence today?" She asked rhetorically while dropping the food on the stool beside Maxwell's bed.Hearing her mention the maids immediately cleared up his head and he remembered that it was the missing thing in the house the whole time." Oh my God.....I felt that there was something missing in the house today but I could not figure out what it was" I said hitting my head lightly with my hand."Right...I've saved you the thinking" She said and poured me a cup of hot yellow tea which I added a cream to and bega
The Hidden Identity Chapter Twenty One
The Nightmare.Amelia sat down on his bed while his stood staring at her like he was dreaming."What could have brought the Queen to his room?" He asked himself silently. "Ermm...my dad will be returning tomorrow" She started and Maxwell's heart skipped a beat upon hearing about Wilson's return. "And...I've decided to play along with you and Riya's plan" She added and Maxwell's eyes widened in shock. "You're only permitted to sleep in my room at night, that's simply to make my father think that we're working on his plans" She added and at that moment Maxwell felt like embracing her. "Mind you, I'm just doing this for the sake of your sick father and for Riya.... I do not know why she has so much interest in helping you" She said and stood up from the bed. "Thank you very much....Amelia, I promise I'll keep my distance" Maxwell replied, he looked very emotional at the moment and felt like tearing up. "You had better do that.....I can't imagine myself having a thing to do with you
The Hidden Identity Chapter Twenty Two
Wilson's Return.Maxwell woke up the next morning feeling a bit nostalgic.He looked outside and realized that it was the day had not completely dawn yet.He sat up on the couch, cleaning his dizzy eyes. The soft breathing of Amanda caught his attention and he stood up staring at her. She looked very beautiful in her sleep and although she had put up the restricted-area sign over herself to him, she was still very attractive. He smiled sheepishly when she turned on her side, trying to find a perfect balance. He thought of making breakfast for her on bed and he immediately bought the idea. In a jiffy, he was already brushing his teeth in her bathroom. He went to the kitchen immediately he was done and made breakfast for two. It was a breakfast of pancake and custard, which he loved to take while at his parents home. He packed it up in a tray and began to walked back to the room.He arrived at the room and found her still asleep. I the bid to wake her up, he slipped and almost