Chapter 1
Amaris Wynn stepped out of the train station, the chaotic noise of the city hitting her like a wave.
Her grandfather’s voice buzzed in her ear, warm but suffocating. “Amaris, my sweet girl, once you’re in Arborfield, be good and get along with Osric, alright? He’s young, runs the Hale Group, and has a bright future. Trust me, you’ll love the husband I’ve chosen for you—”.
Amaris cut off the voice message with a frustrated sigh, closing WhatsApp and shoving her phone into her pocket.
Osnc Hale was the guy her grandpa had arranged for her to marry ten years ago.
“Love him? Yeah, sure, she thought, rolling her eyes. ‘I was ten, for crying out loud! And that still counts?”
But here she was. Her hands were tied. Her grandpa had threatened to end his life if she didn’t show up, and to top it off, he’d cut off her allowance. She had no choice but to play along
At least it’s just an engagement, she consoled herself.
Smirking to herself, Amaris dragged her suitcase toward a nearby restroom.
She’d barely stepped in front of the mirror when an unexpected noise came from the men’s restroom next door–a mix of a woman’s breathy moans and a man’s deep gaps.
Her hand stopped over her makeup bag, her brain trying to catch up. Wait, seriously? Are people in this city that shamelesst Middle of the day, and they couldn’t even find a damn room)
Before she could process it, the sound of heavy footsteps filled the restroom. A group of tall men in black suits stormed in, ignoring her completely as they headed straight into the men’s room.
Loud knocking followed. The noises stopped immediately, replaced by muffled whispers–low and intimate, but still suggestive enough to make her blush
A few moments later, the men in black stomped back out, muttering curses as they slammed the door behind them.
Amaris stood there, stunned, still processing what had just happened. The restroom went silent, but she couldn’t seem to move.
Behind the door, Ostic leaned against the wall, gasping for air. His face was pale, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he clutched his chest. With a shaky hand, he scribbled out a check and tossed it toward the heavily made–up woman standing beside him. Then, without a word, he gestured for her to leave.
The woman, check in hand, walked out and locked eyes with Amaris, who was watching her with a calm, unreadable gaze.
The woman smirked, shameless and smug, before turning back to the door. In a sickly sweet voice, she cooed, “Baby, you were amazing!
Her voice and demeanor screamed gold digger. If Amaris’s grandfather had been here, he would’ve called her a “shameless vixen” without besication
Disgusted, Amaris wrinkled her nose and muttered a curse under her breath. She turned to wash her hands but barely made it a few steps before bumping into someone.
“Oh, sorry!” she said automatically, but the words caught is
caught in her throat the moment she looked up.
He might’ve just been fooling around in the restroom, but that face? It was illegal to look that good.
Ouric, for his part, hadn’t expected anyone to still be there much less someone like
her.
Amaris was stunning. Her delicate features and simple outht–a soft green blouse and a flowing skirt–gave her an effortless elegance. She looked like the belonged in a painting, ethereal and untouchable.
But remembering what had just happened snapped him back to reality. His eyes narrowed slightly, suspicion flickering across his face.
He said “Miss, did you just—”
“I didn’t hear a thing” Amaris cut him off with a faint smile. Her gaze flicked over him, cool and sharp. “But honestly? You look like shit. Dark circles, out of breath you should take it easy. And judging by how quick things ended in there. I’d say stamina’s not really your thing. Don’t worry, though–guys like you! Not my type. Bye”
Assuming ghe was about to hit on her, Amaris grabbed her suitcase and strode into the women’s restroom, leaving him standing there completely speechles
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Chapter 1
When she stepped back out he was already gone. The ethereal beauty from earlier had vanished too. In her place was someone unrecognizable- thick black–rimmed glasses, messy braided pigtails, an oversized sweater, and baggy jeans.
She looked so plain she practically blended to the background. Catching her reflection, Amaris smirked. ‘Dressed like this, there’s no way Osric won’t be dying to call off the engagement
Ourie clenched his jaw, fighting through the pain as he sank into the plush leather seat of his luxury car. The doctor, Lucan Wren, quickly handed him a pill, watching closely as he swallowed it without a word
“Mr. Hale, did we lose them? Lucan asked, his voice low but urgent.
Osric gave a faint nod
“Your condition’s been getting worse, Lucan pressed, his tone full of concern. That miracle doctor from the Fletcherspire–he’s like a ghost No matter what we try, we can’t find him. But I’ve heard his disciple is just as good, maybe even better, if we’re willing to pay enough, we could get her
here.
Osric rubbed his chest, the pain still faintly lingering. He exhaled slowly and shot Lucan a tired look. “Handle it,” he said flatly.
Lucan nodded. “Got it. Oh, do you still want to pick up Miss Wynn today?”
Oric glanced at his watch. She’d probably already arrived and gone back with the butler Ryan Cole by now.
Honestly, in his hear, this engagement was already a thorn in his side–maybe letting her stew a bit was exactly what she deserved. “Head to the officer,” he said coldly.
“Yes, sir,” Lucan responded, smoothly pulling the car toward the company.
Meanwhile,
back
at
residence, the maids were in the middle of a full–blown roast session about Amaris.
This is the woman engaged to Mr. Halet Seriously? She looks like she was dragged out of some forgotten corner of the countryside! Just look ar that sweater–it’s so old it’s practically falling apart!” one maid scoffed.
“And those glasses! Are you sure she’s really the eldest heiress of the Wynn family? If Mrs. Fellena Hale sees her looking like this, she’s gonna regret. this engagement so bad she might pass out, another chimed in
“No wonder Mr. Hale doesn’t give a damn about her. Did you hear her talk earlier? She stutters Can you believe it? A stuttering fiancéel” a third mad sneered, baughing so hard she had to lean on the counter for support
Amaris had barely arrived at the residence before the staff had already turned her into their favorite punchline. They laughed and gossiped openly. treating her as if she were some kind of live comedy act
Just then. Ava Quinn, one of the maids, appeared at the top of the stairs with a stunning dress in her arms. She strutted over to Amaris, barely hading her disdain, and tossed the dress onto the table like she was throwing out trashi
han
“Miss Wynn, Mrs. Fenella Hale’s birthday banquet starts soon. You’d better change into this, she said snidely. Then, with a mocking smile, she added. “Oh, and it’s real silk–very expensive
“You’d better uke a bath first before you even think about putting it on Wouldn’t want to ruin it. She emphasized bath just enough to send the other maids into fits of laughter.
The maids exchanged knowing smirks, their imaginations running wild. A girl like Amaris, who looked like she’d just crawled out of some backwater village, probably bathed once a month at best. With her worn sweater, cheap jeans, and battered canvas shoes–clothes that probably cost less than a hundred dollars in toul. To them, she wasn’t a future young madtin. She was just a joke.
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