Emily Thomas
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Breathlessly, I emerged out of my hiding place. My cheeks burning in humiliation. I wonder how he was able to know I was there. Lucas Nicholas, as if he read my thoughts, gestured to my foot which was still wrapped with a bandage. "Your toe was sticking out." He supplied the information for me. The remark turned the color on my cheeks even brighter. If the situation were a bit different I could have laughed at my own stupidity. But instead of laughing I found myself swallowing hard by the way he…
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When Lucas left, I lay down on the bed, my head resting on the elevated pillows at the headboard. My thoughts are preoccupied as my curious eyes surveyed the room. The room gave me a different vibe. It feels like it doesn't belong to me and that I haven't been here before. My wandering gaze pulled into a stop at the left side of the room where a large portrait of a woman stood. A woman with red copper curls gloriously tumbling down her shoulders was seated elegantly in a throne-like chair. Her…
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Lucas Nicholas's trail of thoughts faded into thin air when the magnificent Alexander Mansion slowly came to view. The colossal iron gates rattled and swung open, allowing the car to pass inside before closing again. Alexandria was still asleep, her head still leaning on his shoulders. He sighed and gently eased her head and slowly shook her shoulders. "Wake up." He said. Roused from a peaceful slumber, her eyes finally opened. A hazy pair of soft amber eyes stared back at him. For a moment he was…
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Ballet was not something a woman like Alexandria would easily give up. Lucas thought rather grimly watching the slight pop up her eyes that magically made her face glowing. He almost assumed he just imagined what she said but it only took one look at Max who happened to look at him too to confirm that it had been real. Ballet for Alexandria was so important to her that she treated it more of a priority that if given choices between ballet and their marriage, she would choose the first without…
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Instant regrets flooded inside me, filling every fiber, every corner of my being until I couldn't take it anymore and I wanted to scream and squeeze the truth out of him until he confessed that he lied so he could hurt me. But the feral look upon those black onyx eyes radiating with hatred and immeasurable fury, spoke of undeniable truth and I possess no willpower to prove my innocence from all his accusations. His menacing gaze continues to pierce mine, rendering me paralyze like a prey closely…
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"She is suffering from Amnesia."?Max reiterated as if Lucas was an idiot and couldn't understand what he meant by that. After they left Alexandria's private room they made a beeline straight to Max's office for a serious talk where their impending argument couldn't be overheard and alarm anyone. The moment the privacy of his office closed around them, his friend slumped into his seat and began his lengthy medical explanation regarding his wife—he meant his soon to be ex wife's condition. Lucas…
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Perhaps it was the sound of the beeping monitor or the hurried footsteps sounding from the hallways that stirred me from a peaceful slumber. Very slowly, my eyes parted open and instantly the painted white ceiling welcomed my sight. I pushed myself up to have a clear view of my surroundings but the sudden exertion triggered the hammering in my head and my back landed on the soft, cushion bed with force leaving me wincing from the searing pain coming from the fresh wound scattered on my arms.…
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"Niall is perfectly fine." Maxwell responded. "The car they were in was heavily damaged but surprisingly Niall was left unscathed. He was still unconscious but there's nothing to be alarmed about." He added, patting his shoulders in assurance. Lucas stared at the ceiling with eyes closed, relief flooded through him. The burden that made his chest heavy for hours magically vanished. "How about Alexandria?" He asked, opening his eyes. Not the slightest flicker of emotion could be seen on his midnight…
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He stared at the picture frame in his hand with fury and dejection playing tug of war inside him. A disturbing tightening on his chest assaulted him as he stared at the woman with soft amber eyes that had charmed him to his doom. Her red copper hair fell to her face in waves, enhancing her high cheekbones and full lush lips. She was magnificently staring at him in the photograph as if she was real. The photo was of him and Alexandria seated into a wooden bench, his arms protectively draped around her…
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"Mr. Alexander your wife—Alexandria is gone—she ran off with one of her lovers!" Lucas Nicholas, the CEO of the gigantic Alexander Empire didn't even budge. He didn't even bother to look at Thompson, the Security Head standing behind his back, impatiently tapping well-polished shoes on the marbled floor, and repeatedly wiping off a white handkerchief across his glistening forehead. "What car did she use?" He asked coldly, face lacking with emotion as he stared at the beautiful hue of golden…
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