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She wasn’t concerned for him; she was curious about Jameson’s plans.
‘Mr. Schmidt wants us to get married and have the ceremony in Kontina. Afterward, he’s letting us go wherever we want. He will not interfere.”
Amber had resigned herself to marrying Carl. In a cold voice, she asked, “Isn’t that a good thing? Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?”
‘But I can’t shake the feeling that something’s wrong,” Carl muttered, deeply troubled. “But it’s Mr. Schmidt’s order. I can’t disobey him.”
While lost in thought, he caught a faint scent. He opened his eyes to find Amber standing before him, her white silk robe slipping off her shoulders, leaving her in a thin, strapped dress.
Her long, dark hair cascaded over her chest, contrasting with her pale skin, stirring his senses.
Carl stared at her, focusing only on her face, afraid to look elsewhere.
He had been with other women but had never loved any of them. They were just to satisfy his physical needs; his heart had always belonged to Amber.
His only grievance with Jameson was when he’d changed Amber’s face to resemble Alyssa’s. Amber didn’t have any relatives or friends. She didn’t even know where her hometown was.
Only her looks could prove who she was. Yet, Jameson had taken it away from her so cruelly. Jameson had stolen Amber’s identity, causing her to lose herself altogether.
‘Carlton…”
That night, Amber was more forward than ever. She wrapped her arms around his neck and perched provocatively on his lap.
Her eyes fluttered slowly, a captivating interplay of innocence and seduction that drew in any man, especially Carl, whose heart had long been hers.
‘Let’s not sleep in separate rooms tonight. Sleep with me,” Amber said, her voice laced with forced flirtation. She suppressed a wave of disgust, pain, and self-loathing as she invited Carl into her bed.
Her gaze, supposedly amorous, held a chilling undercurrent. Her eyes darted toward Carl’s chest, where his cross necklace hung. She yearned to rip open his shirt with her eyes.
“Amber, what’s wrong? Are you sick? Did you drink?” Carl asked, his voice hoarse and strained. He swallowed hard, his hand touching her forehead with practiced restraint.
“No, I’m sober. I know what I’m doing.” Amber replied. Leaning in, she adopted a tender expression. “Marriage doesn’t change us. We’re already like husband and wife, aren’t we? Sharing a bed seems natural.”
She was desperate to find the evidence Carl had hidden. She didn’t care about the cost, even if it meant sacrificing her battered body.
A sense of impending doom loomed over her, she feared neither she nor Carl would leave Kontina alive. She urgently needed evidence that could destroy Jameson in one fell swoop.
“You’re my woman, Amber. We have all the time in the world, Carl said, his eyes filled with desire. Yet, he took deep breaths, restraining himself.
Carlton, you think I’m filthy, don’t you? Amber’s heart sank as tears welled up in her eyes. You’re with me not because you love me but because you pity me after all these years…”
‘No, that’s not it!” Carl gripped her shoulders, panic in his eyes. “I love you, Amber. I’m so in love with you that I can’t bear to touch you. No one knows your hardships in getting here like I do. I will never force you to be intimate with me. And I’m only marrying you to protect you.”
Amber was stunned, staring at him as if he were a stranger.
She knew if Carl hadn’t pleaded with Jameson to marry her, she might have ended up in a mass grave long ago.
A small part of her was touched, but it wasn’t enough to absolve him of the crimes he’d committed over the years. It couldn’t make up for Wesley’s brutal death.
‘Since we arrived in Kontina, I haven’t felt a moment of peace. I haven’t been able to sleep well.” Amber rested her head lightly on Carl’s shoulder. “Stay with me tonight, please?”
They shared a bed but nothing more. Perhaps exhaustion from the night’s killing spree claimed Carl quickly. Within 15 minutes, he was asleep.
Amber’s eyes snapped open. Her gaze was fixed on him, devoid of emotion. With trembling hands, she began to unbutton his shirt. Her grip tightened around the cross as her eyes reddened.
Kontina was a country that was filled with dense, multi-layered forests. It was a picturesque country with a tropical monsoon climate.
Jameson had witnessed brutal fights and seen the darkest aspects of humanity right here in Kontina. Without these experiences, he might never have realized that the country’s picturesque landscapes masked the dangers of a ruthless, dog-eat-dog world.
Had things been different, he might have considered this place his true home, where he could have run a regular business and lived peacefully with his mother, Lily.
Today was a rainy day. Holding a black umbrella, Jameson arrived alone at Rose Nursing Home to visit Lily.
Across Kontina, every place he had invested in or had financial influence bore the name ‘rose “It was his way of reassuring himself and keeping the memory of his distant love alive.
“How are you feeling today, Mom?”
Lily sat under the awning, staring blankly at the falling rain. Jameson gently held her hand as he sat beside her.
Her hands were just skin and bones, devoid of vitality.
With her mouth slightly agape, Lily’s expression appeared blank. She didn’t seem to have heard what Jameson said.
“I’m Jimmy, Morn. Do you still recognize me?” Jameson reminded her of who he was tirelessly.
*J-J-Jimmy… Jimmy!”
There were brief moments each day when Lily seemed more energetic, though her mind remained clouded.
‘Jimmy, where’s Lyse? It’s been a while since she came over to play. Why is that? You two mustn’t quarrel. You don’t make friends easily, and it wasn’t easy to befriend someone as nice as Lyse. You need to appreciate her.
“You are a man, so you should always compromise and give in to her… You must stay together for a long time!”
‘Soon, Lyse will no longer be my friend, Mom. Jameson gently adjusted Lily’s blanket. With concem in her voice, Lily asked, “Why is that?”
“She will soon become your daughter-in-law.”
A blissful expression crossed Jameson’s face, so sincere that he nearly believed his own lie. She has agreed to marry me.”
*Really? Lyse is going to be my daughter-in-law?”
Lily was moved to tears. “That’s great… That’s wonderful! I have a pair of emerald bracelets in my box. Your father gave them to me when we got married. I couldn’t bear to wear them all this while. Bring them here. You can give them to Lyse.
“As her future mother-in-law, it’s embarrassing that I don’t have much to offer her. Jimmy, you must prepare generous wedding gifts for Lyse. You have to do right by her!
‘You should give them to her personally when she comes.” Jameson’s eyes reflected a steely determination. Choking up, he added, “I’ll have her come meet you soon enough.”
After lunch with Lily, the gloomy skies unexpectedly cleared.
While Lily slept in her room, Jameson stepped out onto the balcony. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and held it between his fingers.
He didn’t smoke it. He simply watched the cigarette burn down to its end. Then, he dialed a number.
A moment later, the call was answered. A crisp, charming voice came through the line.” Who’s this?”
‘It’s an incredible feeling to be on the phone with you, Mr. Axel,” Jameson remarked, his posture straightening as his eyes narrowed in a relaxed manner.
Suddenly, there was silence on the other end of the line, as if time and space had reached a standstill.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Jameson scoffed softly, “You fell in love with the woman crafted and groomed. I was the one who brought you two together. Shouldn’t you be thanking me for that?
‘It’s just that you fell in love with a woman who looks like your younger sister. Should I call you perverted or inhuman?”
Axel was standing on a balcony at Heightsnew Villa when he answered Jameson’s call, his black coat billowing in the wind. The chilling wind stung his cheeks.
Jameson’s mocking voice was like a devil’s whisper. A lump formed in Axel’s throat, making it hard to breathe. His eyes burned red.
“Jameson, you must have a fucking death wish!”
“I’ve heard that countless times in the last 15 years. But talk is cheap. No one’s touched me yet,” Jameson replied with a chuckle. “Care to be the one to walk into the lion’s den, Mr. Axel?
‘You think you’re a lion? Ha!” Axel scoffed, his chest heaving. “You’re just a hyena feeding on carrion.”
*Amber and my secretary, Carl, will be having their grand wedding in Kontina next Saturday. She’s the woman you’re deeply in love with. Will it be a lifetime of regret for you if you missed her wedding?
A seasoned secret agent, Axel’s instincts were razor-sharp, yet Jameson’s words chilled him to the bone.
‘Jameson, if you hurt Amber, I’ll hunt you down. To the ends of the earth, or hell itself!”
“I plan to give the newlyweds a grand gift on their big day.” Jameson sniggered, his voice filled with twisted excitement. “I hope you’ll join us in Kontina. If not, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”
“Jameson Schmidt!” Axel roared with hatred in his eyes.
But Jameson had already hung up, leaving Axel’s rage and hatred to consume him.
“Amber, wait for me. I’ll save you, even if it kills me,’ he vowed.
