"You should ask your precious daughter what she is doing instead, I don't remember asking for an apology so why is she rendering one." Amelia said trying to grab hold of her luggage going into the villa like the matter outside, did not concern her at all.
"Mother, do not yell at sister, I decided to apologize because I know it is my fault you and father did not visit her in the hospital, any body would be upset naturally, so I wanted to apologize." Marcy said with tears in her eyes as she looked up to see Mrs Johnson face clearly.
"What a sweet child you are, too bad that the person you are doing it for does not appreciate it at all." Mrs Johnson said glaring fiercely at Amelia exiting back.
Amelia entered into the mansion that was carefully decorated with beautiful paintings and was furnished elegantly with it's blue couches that had gold on top, Amelia looked around for a while before heading upstairs to Amalia's room from her memories.
Reaching the room Amelia was slightly taken aback to see Marcy pictures in the room, wait was this not Amalia's room, why were Marcy's things here.
After standing in front of the door confused at what to do, Marcy came up the stairs putting up a pitiful expression on her face.
"Sister, while you were gone I could sleep in my room anymore because it was dark so I had to move into your own room, I hope you do not mind, if you do I can move out so you can stay in your room." Marcy said like she was being bullied, hearing her words Mrs Johnson that was behind her immediately spoke up.
"Marcy, you are not moving anywhere, you have done more than enough for this ungrateful brat at least allowing you stay here is the least she can do." Mrs Johnson cooed at Marcy.
Marcy sniffed lowly and slowly nodded at Mrs Johnson words, Amelia who was watching just snorted, seems she had to do pest control sooner than later because she did not know how long she could bear this for, it was heart wrenching seeing Marcy stressing herself to cry every single minute just to see someone else downfall.
Marcy raised her head to see Amalia's usually hurt expression but was surprised to a see a bored face that was watching them like they had a drama performance on.
Marcy clenched her fists in anger, what is the use of all the plotting when the person she is plotting against did not even show the slightest bit of emotion towards it at all.
"Can I go to the room now, and please can someone direct me there." Amelia said after figuring out that mother and daughter where done with their antics.
Amelia was lead to a dimly lit room at the corner of the corridor, not thinking much, Amelia opened the door up and walked into the room, the bed was covered with white sheet as with the desk and chairs, the place has obviously not been used in a while.
Amelia pushed her luggage to the wardrobe side and picked up a brush laying by the corner of the room and started dusting the whole place.
After Amelia was done with the dusting she realised a sigh of relief as was only tired but still headed to the bathroom to take a shower to wash the death of her being the clean freak that she was.
After coming out from the shower, Amelia got dressed and dried her hair before laying on the bouncy bed feeling worn out already from the exhausting work she just did.
Amelia soon started plotting on how she should get some money and gain her own feet again.
Amelia before she had meet Marcus was a poor girl who lived on the street depending on picking pockets at that time, when the money she had saved was enough, Amelia rented a house and bought a laptop taking on hacking jobs at will even illegal ones till she finally able to establish her own entertainment company, Star entertainment, which has been doing well and that was why she was able to make Mia today.
Amelia finally came to the conclusion that she should go back into hacking as that was the fastest way to make money now, at least she got a free shelter and free food too, there was no need to worry about that any longer.
After planning things out, Amelia finally decided to have a shut eyes but felt a burly hand grab her waist making her back land on a very sturdy chest.
"Who are you and what do you want?" Amelia asked becoming pensive at the perpetrator, wondering what he want or was he sent by Marcy.
"Calm down princess, let's not be too hasty here." The stranger said sniffing her neck and using his nose to snuggle it gently.
"I asked a question." Amelia said with her voice becoming cold.
"Aish, we have only been apart for weeks but my little Lia does not recognise my voice any more." The voice sounded hurt.
Hearing his words Amelia thought deeply at who he could be before it struck her, THE DEVIL.
"Seems my bride finally remembered our deal." The voice said hugging Amelia tighter as if wanting her to enter into his own body and make her his own completely.
"Why are you here?" Amelia asked with caution.
"Why else will a husband seek his bride at night?" The devil threw Amelia's question back at her.
"Why are you not showing your face?" Amelia asked once another question.
"If you are worried my face would not satisfy you, do not worry my face would satisfy you very much as my body." The devil said kissing Amelia ears sending butterflies to her belly, but why was she feeling like this.
"Sister, are you alright? I was hearing the voice of a man in your room." Marcy barged into the room with a very bright light in her hands pointing to Amelia bed and Mr and Mrs Johnson at her back stretching their necks trying to see the man clearly.