Thirty minutes later. Amara was done taking a shower, she wiped her body with a towel and then she put a robe on. Then she walked out of the bathroom, as soon as she walked out she found Ian sitting on the bed reading a book. "Uhm hey." Amara said walking closer to the bed. "Hey." He said. Amara sat on the bed next to him. "Are you okay?" He asked her. "Uhm yeah I am fine I'm just a little tired that's all." She said. Pulling the blanket over her body. "I got a call today from well... The person who is I assigned to investigate you parent's death, the rumors and who was behind it all." He said and Amara sat up quickly from the bed. "What, really? What did he say?" Amara asked him. "It's a she not a he." He said. "Well... Do you remember your make up artist Isabella?" He asked her and she nodded her head in response. "She knows something about the person who has been doing all this, well she doesn't know who it is but thus person a powerful person. So she was asked some questions and she did cooperate well with her and she said that the person behind everything is known by your cousin Anna from London. "He said. "How is Anna involved in all this, I mean we never talk to each other when we talk it's just a hey or hello or goodbye. Nothing else." Amara said shocked. "Yes I was also surprised and I told her to search further and the next day she went to Isabella's house she found her hanging on the ceiling fan it looked like she had hanged herself so when the police investigated they said that it was suicide but I didn't believe it, so I told her to investigate, after some investigation we found that Isabella was hanged by non other than Anna... You see Anna was promised a huge some of money that would last her her whole life to make sure that the truth is hidden so she did. We found that Anna envied you because according to her you were always stealing her spotlight. "He said. This was a lot of information for Amara to take in, she didn't understand why Anna would do this to her because they bearly even interacted and stealing her spotlight, that was a surprise for her because all she did was just work work and work she had not time to 'stealing her spotlight' was not in Amara's to do list. "I know that this is a lot for you, I didn't want to tell you now but I just couldn't keep this to myself, I am sorry that you have to go through all this." He said. "I-it's not your fault, I guess it's all my fault for wanting to be at the top of the mountain. This is all my fault, why dud I choose to do something that would make me famous why couldn't I just do simple stuff like ordinary girls?" Amara cried and Ian hugged her tightly, caressing her back. "It's not your fault Amara it's their fault for not wanting to see you succeed, you are not at fault." He said. Then he lifted her head with his hand wiping the hot tears on her cheeks. "It's not your fault." He whispered. And then he leaned closer to her face and then he kissed her. Amara was a bit taken back by this but then she decided to kiss him back his lips felt warm and soft on hers, she could feel her body reacting to the kiss, it was slow and smooth, it felt good to her but yet so wrong, but she felt safe, she felt relieved, she felt like she wanted nothing else in this world than him, than to feel him, than for their skins to touch, that to feel him inside her, she knew that she wanted him. She wrapped her hands around his neck, caressing his smooth long hair, that was well taken care of. She slowly let her body lie on the bed. This was what she thought she needed. But the question that she jeot asking herself was why doesn't she hate him like she used to, or did she ever hate him or it was all just what she kept telling herself. The kiss was getting more and more intense she broke away from the kiss because she like she needed some air, she looked deep into his eyes and for the first time she saw softness in them and maybe even love. "Amara..."He whispered as he started kissing her neck. It felt so good to her, it was a feeling that she hadn't experienced in such a long time, and she even herself couldn't explain what that feeling was but it was the best feeling that she had ever had. 'But why does it have to be him, couldn't it be someone else, why... Why him?' She asked herself in her. And the she felt his hand in the knot on her robe and he slowly untied it and then he took it off her body, exposing her naked body. The touch of his hands on her body made her shiver bringing back memories, painful memories, memories of him raping her, making her cry and beg for mercy and before she knew it tears were already running down her cheeks, that's when she realized she couldn't do it and that this was what her body wanted but her mind was not ready for it. "I-Ian stop... Please." She whispered, she could feel her whole body shaking fear. Then Ian stopped looking at her. "What's wrong?" He asked her. She didn't look at him because she was afraid, she was afraid that he might rape her again. "I, I can't do it, I'm sorry, I just can't." She said. He sighed. "It's okay, I understand just, go to sleep you need to rest anyway." He said. "Uhm, yeah... I am really sorry Ian I wish I could but it's not possible." She said. "It's okay Amara... I'll wait for you, until you are ready okay." He said kissing her forehead. "Good night." He said. "Goodnight." Amara replied then she got to sleep and Ian left the room.