I Refuse To Be Hurt Again

Chapter Five

AMELIA Pov

"Get ready, I will be picking you up by five." That was what he sent me after leaving me for two good days.

They supplied my clothes an hour later, and that's typical, Kayden. He had supplied more black clothes than any other.

And he even dared to add some underwear inside, but how he knew my size was still a perfect mystery to me.

At five, he walked into the room with a tight frown on his face, his frown deeper when he found me on the bed, putting on shorts and a tank top.

"I thought I told you to get dressed by five. Didn't you see the message?" He asked as he strolled towards me with calculated strides, his gray eyes fixed on me like some prey

For a while, I was scared, but then again. He can't hurt me, right?.

"You have pretty eyes. You should show them more often. Instead of hiding them behind those ugly glasses of yours."

His glare intensified. "Amelia, I asked you a question. Why are you not dressed?"

"Because I want to? Or don't I have a say?

" No, you don't. Maybe you forgot to read the agreement, but I stated clearly that I own you and you would do as I say. Every single time. So when I tell you to get dressed, you get your ass up and get dressed!" He shouted.

I closed my eyes a little bit. What the hell did I get myself into?

I should have just gotten dressed and been his doll wife.

I was already on the edge of crying. Maybe because it has been a long time, I had someone shout at me.

Or he reminded me of Daniel.

"I'm sorry," I apologized as I scrambled off to get changed.

My hands were shaking by the time I got to the room. I quickly picked a black gown, did my makeup, wore my heels, and walked down the stairs.

He was sitting on the dining table, a half-filled bottle of Scotch by his side.

"I'm ready."

His eyes settled on mine as he got down from the table and walked towards me. "I'm sorry for shouting at you earlier on," he said and paused, taking a deep sigh as I muttered "f**k!" Under his breath.

He moved closer and took my hands. "Amelia, I am sorry. I am. It's just that…I am sorry."

"Okay," that was all I said. Nothing else, nothing more.

I have to quickly learn my lesson before it is too late. He owned me, I would follow him anywhere he says I should go, and just be a mute wife.

We walked to the car in total silence. He walked towards the other side and opened the door for me.

"Are you okay?" He asked, sensing how quiet I was.

"Yeah. After all, this is how I should be. Quiet and obedient"

"I never said such a thing, Amelia. It's the first time we would be coming out in public, and I wanted us to look okay and punctual," he explained in a soft voice as he intertwined my hands.

I smiled. This was the first time he was showing me his soft side, and I understood him, though.

"I'm sorry too. I was just angry that you had not shown up for the past two days. You left and did not even call, and the house is f*****g quiet," I said.

A little smile shadowed his face as he turned towards me. "It's okay," he replied with a reassuring smile as he kissed the back of my palm.

"I will try to be more around."

The awkward tension between us eased a little more as we drove to the event. This time was with a smile and not a frown, and his hands felt so warm in mine.

Immediately, we got to the event, and the paparazzi had already gathered around our car before we even got out.

He wrapped his arms possessively around my waist and walked towards the event.

"Mr. Montclair, where have you been for the past seven years?"

"Why is Miss Amelia with you?"

"Are you guys dating now?"

"I thought she was meant to be in prison."

So many people asked us so many questions about us as we walked inside, ignoring all the questions until someone asked.

"Mr Montclair, do you know that the woman beside you is a slut?"

Thank God for the glasses I had on, I could already feel myself at the edge of tears and could not wait to go inside, but he stopped and turned to him, "Mrs Amelia Montclair is not a slut, nor is she a gold digger. She is my wife, and I would advise you to address her with respect. Daniel had an affair with her; he slept with her in his office, and all of a sudden, she is the only one who is a slut, she is the unethical one. Where were his business ethics when he slept with her on the same table he signed deals? He should be ashamed, not her.

And yes, I am not ashamed of calling her my wife. She had a bad relationship, and I met her and fell completely in love with her, and I can tell you that she is the most beautiful soul on earth."

More clicks, more shouts, and all I could do was stare at Kayden with a broad smile.

He had said what I had already wanted to say. He had proved me right to the world.

Saved me without me even asking for his help.

I know we will never be a couple, but I will be forever grateful to him.

With his hands intertwined with mine, he led me inside the hall.

The whole room turned to us immediately we entered, but I noticed the shift in the dynamic.

The attention was not on me but on Kayden. They stared at me with a color-drained face like they had seen a ghost.

Some had their mouth slightly open.

Daniel soon walked towards us with the same expression as everyone. Colour drained face, slightly parted lips.

"Kayden," he said, almost like a whisper.

"Hello brother," Kaydben replied with a smile.

Brother? What the hell is going on?

"You... you are alive?" Daniel asked, as he pointed a shaking finger at him.

"Oh yes, I am. I survived your plan," he paused and turned to me. "Meet my wife, Amelia Montclair. Remember her? I told you I would eventually marry her?"

My eyes moved frantically from him to Daniel and back to him.

What was going on?

Just in time, my evil ex-mother-in-law walked in with Ashley.

"Kayden…you…are…

"Alive," he said, cutting her short. His eyes landed on Ashley, who looked like someone who had been caught doing something evil.

He broke into laughter, laughed for a while, and his deep baritone laughter filled the air.

It took me a while to notice that everyone's attention was now on us.

"What a nice family reunion," he said and pointed at Daniel. "On one hand, I have my step-brother who tried to kill me and take over my dream," he said.

Turning to Margeret, "And my stepmother that single-handedly burned my family while they were asleep and the slut of Italy, Ashley Baker, who killed my godfather. This is going to be a wonderful night," he said, smiling.

What the hell!