On her fifth birthday, Amelia witnesses the death of her mother. She describes the killer to her father, in fear he sends her away to a different country in the care of her of her personal bodyguard. Amelia spends years studying to be an optician, while also learning how to be a professional fighter. Now twenty five years old, her father tells her to come home. On getting back, she realizes a marriage has been arranged between her and the son of her father's old friend and business associate. After the marriage, she sees documents that suggested her new father in law was the person behind her mother's death. Filled with revenge and hate, she vows to wipe his entire bloodline. But this included her husband, and she was already in love with him. Now she is faced with uncertainty, would she kill her own husband or let love take over?
Chapter 1 I Want Him In A Bodybag
"Please, don't shoot. We can think of something else". The young woman begged tearfully.
"I gave you time, Natasha. Time I didn't even have!". He yelled loudly, knowing that nobody would hear him because of the loud music in the house.
She flinched as he brought the gun very close to her face.
"Now I'm going to pass a message to the other members of this family, and you are going to be my messenger, Tasha. What better day to do it but on the day of your daughter's birthday!". He smiled
She whimpered "I couldn't do it, I couldn't just kill my husband because of some sick bastard's insatiable desire for power". She said,
Her voice was no longer shaky.
He scoffed.
"Oh well, now I have to kill you in his stead. Bye bye". He replied.
She looked him square in the face, then subtly looked at the tiny figure hidden behind her dressing table and mouthed "I love you" just as he placed the gun directly on her heart and pulled the trigger.
He watched as her body fell slowly, then turned and looked all over the room. Everything was in place.
Good.
He looked at the silencer in his hand, cleaned it and put it back in his coat pocket.
"A waste of beauty". He said with disdain as he looked back at the dead woman. "If only you had followed my instructions, you'd be alive right now. But you choose love over money". He scoffed again.
The man opened the window quietly and in a blink, he was out of the room.
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The little figure waited a full minute to make sure the bad man wasn't coming back.
Then she shakily stepped out from behind the table, she knelt down beside her mother. Her mama wasn't breathing.
Her mother was a doctor and had told her what to do in cases of emergencies and this looked like an emergency.
She took one last look at the lifeless body on the floor and bolted out of the room as fast as her five year old legs could allow.
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The laughter from the party died down immediately they heard the sound of running feet coming from upstairs, nobody was allowed to run in the family, running was for poor people.
They were all ready to judge until they saw the child's distressed face, she was the celebrant, after all.
"Hey, slow down, pumpkin. What is wrong?". Her father asked.
"Mama is dead". She said without emotion.
Baron Antonio's world came to a standstill.
He was absolutely sure he didn't hear his daughter properly.
But he didn't wait to ask her if she was playing, after all five year olds didn't play with information like that. No matter how sick the child was.
He flung the glass of champagne he was holding and fled upstairs to the bedroom he shared with his wife.
The sight of his wife's lifeless body lying there and her eyes staring right at him made him so weak that he fell on his knees.
"Tash, baby. Wake up". He lightly shook her.
"Please Tash, what are you doing lying here like this? Please baby?". He begged tearfully.
A noise at the door made him turn sharply.
But it was just his family members.
His daughter was at the front, she had refused to be taken away. She wanted to stay with her father.
"Hey, Lia, come here my baby". He cooed.
She walked up to him and fell in his arms. He picked her up and cleaned his eyes.
"Call Abram for me". He said to no one in particular.
But people heard, so the message was delivered and in a few minutes, his personal bodyguard was in the room.
He turned to look at the weeping faces of the women and the men with sad looks. He didn't buy any of it.
His wife's murderer was probably one of them.
"I appreciate your sympathy, but I would like to be with just my immediate family members right now, whether dead or alive". He politely told them to leave his house.
Nobody was a friend or an enemy right now. They got the message and slowly walked away from the room.
They were ushered into their various luxurious cars one by one. And in a minute, the property was quiet.
Back in the room, Antonio looked at Abram, his bodyguard, closely.
The bodyguard was uncomfortable, he knew how much his Boss adored his wife.
And now she was dead, lying in a pool of her own blood.
He knew he was in trouble.
"Where were you, Abram?". Antonio asked calmly, too calm for Abrams' liking. He had seen his boss in action when he was upset about something and he didn't want to die.
"I'm sorry, Boss. You sent me to deliver something to the governor". Abram answered.
Antonio nodded, that made sense.
"Where is Amelia's bodyguard?". He asked.
"She is downstairs, she has been ill for two days now so you told her to take the weekend off". The bodyguard replied.
"I know I did. I just want to know where she is so Amelia can go to her when I'm done".
He turned to his daughter who had been very quiet.
"Hey pumpkin, did you see who did this to mummy?". He asked her.
The child looked at Abram, then looked back at her father again.
She shook her head, no. He chuckled, she was lying.
She had been taught never to admit something if she didn't trust anybody in the room. Right now she obviously didn't trust anyone except him.
He nodded.
"Okay, baby. It will be fine. Sleep". He cooed.
She rested her head on his shoulder but didn't sleep, she was staring at her mother's bloodied face.
'I love you' were the last words her mother had said to her before that man shot her. The words kept replaying in the child's head even as she stared at her.
Antonio turned back to his Abram
"Now, bring me my wife's personal bodyguard, Vincent". He requested.
"He is not around, Boss. I wondered why he wasn't with her when she was shot so I looked for him but didn't see him". The bodyguard replied.
"I see. What a coincidence. Well look for him and bring him to me. Today". The baron said.
"And the body?". Abram asked, nodding at Natasha's sprawled out body.
"Let me stay with her a little". He replied.
His bodyguard nodded and turned towards the door.
"In a body bag, Abram. I want him in a fucking body bag". Antonio said coldly.
His bodyguard nodded and left the room leaving him alone with his family.
Chapter 1 I Want Him In A Bodybag
04/02/2025
Chapter 2 The Preparation
04/02/2025
Chapter 3 Snuggle Bug
04/02/2025
Chapter 4 Missing Body.
04/02/2025
Chapter 5 Reynolds's Cameron.
04/02/2025
Chapter 6 Graduation day.
09/02/2025
Chapter 7 Still Alive.
10/02/2025
Chapter 8 Do You Believe In Ghosts
11/02/2025