Although coming from a generation of wealth, Reynolds Bennet is a self made billonaire. Amy Martins is the daughter of business man Robert Martins. Restricted all her life, she sees her marriage to Reynolds simply as a transfer from her father’s prison to the shackles of another man. However, when Reynolds proposes an arrangement, Amy finally sees an escape to the freedom she’s always been denied of. What happens then when they both realize that the initial purpose of their agreement is different from emotions suddenly coming into play?
View MoreThe harsh knock on her door awoke Amy from sleep. She glanced at the window to notice the sun had set and it was evening. She got out of bed and made her way open the door. "Mr. Bennet has asked to inform you that dinner is ready," Grace said and waited for a response. Amy nodded and she left. It was easy to walk through the house as she now knew where in particular she was going. She reached the dining room where Reynolds was seated at the dining table and Mrs. Nora was exiting using the other door. "Good evening," she greeted as she took the seat opposite Reynolds. "Good evening," he replied, lookingup from his phone. "Grace informed me you enjoyed being in the garden," he added. "Yes, I did. I'd like to be educated on the other plants I did not recognise" Amy replied. Mrs. Nora came in with a tray in hand. She smiled at her in acknowledgement and began emptying the tray she was holding. Amy returned her smile before focusing on Reynolds again. "I'll inform the gardener, Mr. Har
Amy was walking past a couple of rooms until she came across one with its door ajar. Curiosity had her legs walking in forgetting she was to find the kitchen. The majestic piano in the center of the room was surely conspicuous. It was the only object in the white room. It was black and shiny. She might as well add inviting, as her fingers itched to play those delicate keys. It had been a while since she played. She stopped immediately and took a step towards it. Considering the fact that this was the only item in the room, it must hold some importance to the owner and what if he didn't want it touched. But then again the door had been left ajar. She went ahead to take the seat in front of the piano, clearing her mind of any more reasons why she shouldn't play the piano. Pianos were meant to be played after all. The moment her fingers touched the keys she went along to play the song 'perfect'. That had been the first song she had played on the piano the moment her music tutor h
Amy was bored out of her wits the next day. She did not want to tour the city again. Not that she wasn't having a good time in the city but rather she found herself missing her country. She didn't want to go to bed alone anymore in a place she barely knew anyone.She sat leg crossed on the hotel bed and stretched her hand to reach for her phone from the nightstand. Instead of calling Reynolds, she called her assistant, Jane. "Hello ma'am," Jane answered on the first ring. "Hello Jane. Can you book me a flight right now to New York?" Amy asked. It took her a while to respond. She probably wondered why her married boss would call on her honeymoon to book her a flight. "Yes ma'am," she finally replied after which Amy disconnected the call. Amy could've simply let Reynolds know she was coming. She knew he would've certainly arranged for her arrival but she had decided against that because she wanted him to know she was not dependent. And besides, if she wanted to have her freedom after
Amy was hurt. Just when she thought things were going well between them,Reynolds had gone and abandoned her. It shouldn't be a biggie that he chose work over her right? But it did. Which made her aggravated. She was so annoyed that she could punch her pillow. She didn't understand why she was mad at him. He didn't owe her any responsibility. Given as their marriage was real just in name, gave him the freedom to do whatever he wanted so why was she bothered. She was stressed by overthinking things. This was one of the days she needed her sleeping mask. She remembered she had spotted one in her bag when she went through it. She got out of bed and went to the closet. She went through her side of the closet ignoring the fact that Reynolds' clothes were right beside hers. She looked through the drawers until she spotted her pink sleeping mask. She was thankful her mom had packed that even though she knew she rarely wore it to bed. She picked it up and ran her fingers on the silky smooth
"Thanks for showing me around today," Amy flashed him a grateful smile. They had just arrived from their tour. Amy was spent and delighted. She felt fulfilled from the day's activities. From the start of the day when they encountered the old lady, she knew she'd have a good time the rest of the day. "Glad I could be of help," Reynolds answered. "As we have a few more days to spend, is there anything else you'd like to do?" He asked. In her entire life no one asked her what she wanted. But with Reynolds, it was like he knew what she wanted. And it made her stomach flutter and her heart beat rapidly. "If there is an amusement park around, I'd like to visit," she replied.Hopefully there was one here in Grasse. She had never been to an amusement park. Not even when she was a child. It had been a pain to hear as a kid when her classmates talked about visiting amusement parks with their families. Her dad claimed it was no place for a young lady of her status and class. And besides she h
Amy did her best to hold in her laughter. The whole situation was hilarious. She had expected her day to be eventful but she hadn't expected it to begin the way it did. She just hoped Reynolds was not aggravated enough to back out from showing her around. "You sure must find that funny as she took a liking to you and not me." Reynolds said and that was when Amy realized she was grinning widely. So much for reigning her laughter in. "She definitely didn't like you," she giggled. The old woman definitely did not like him,given that she had taken her granddaughter's scolding better than she had Reynolds'. "We'll visit Parfumerie Fragonard first as that is closer. Shall we?" He asked. Amy noticed the impeccable way he pronounced the French words. "Yes, we shall." She was more than happy that the previous happenings had not made him change his mind about touring the place together. They walked for a short distance till they reached a building with 'Parfumerie Fragonard' written boldly on
Amy was finishing up her breakfast when she heard the water stop running in the bathroom. She wiped her mouth with the napkin and stood up. She moved to the large closet and opened it. Seeing as Reynolds had ordered food for her this morning, he must've ordered them to unpack their bags and arrange their clothes in the closet. That was thoughtful of him and she was grateful. Living out of her suitcases was already becoming a thorn in the flesh. Her face turned red as she imagined that the workers must've seen those flimsy nightwears. She chose a pair of white heels to match her top. She closed the closet and watched as Reynolds got out from the bathroom. Amy was astounded by how a man could look that good in anything he wore. Reynolds was devastatingly handsome. He was dressed in a blue button down and a pair of jeans. He wore a casual outfit better than most models did on the runway. He walked to the closet where she stood. He opened his side and picked out an Armani watch. He put
Amy sat opposite Reynolds on the private jet which belonged to the Bennet family. Reynolds was immersed in whatever he was doing on his tablet that he had not even spared her a glance ever since they got on the plane. Unlike him, Amy did not know what to do to keep her busy. Her phone had died so she had put it on charge. She didn't like to use it whiles it charged. She had read somewhere that it was unhealthy. Her mind suddenly wandered to how they would spend the night. Though to both of them this marriage was just a mere contract, would he ask that she performed her wifely duties? She shook her head at that. Reynolds wasn't that kind of man. She could tell that much. But would they have to sleep on the same bed because that would be very uncomfortable for her. She had never shared a bed with anyone. She only hoped his father had booked a room with a separate bed. Maybe if she was lucky she would get a separate room. What was she thinking? His father would not book a separate roo
It was just a few days ago Amy had been thinking about the freedom ahead of her and the joy of making her own decisions. She ought to have felt happy on this day, her wedding day, but she felt sad. She was not even angry at her parents and neither was she nervous. She just felt sad for herself. This didn't feel right to her. She didn't even get the opportunity to even choose the song she'd walk down the aisle with. When she had told her mother she wanted 'Perfect' played when she walked down the aisle, her mom had said "Darling, I don't even know the song. How much more the guests. And you know a lot old respectable personalities would be present." And just like that her choice had been brushed off. Who cared about those guests. She didn't even know them. She sighed and wiped the tears that had fallen. She was glad her make up hadn't been done yet. She had asked the bridal stylists to excuse her the moment they arrived because she was still in her morning robe. If there was any wa
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