Clementine.
He was once my saviour, now he's my captor.
Ezekiel Ambrose doesn't hide who he is. Unlike me he's proud being a monster.
Cruel.
Popular.
Devilishly handsome.
Sinner.
Ezekiel
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I help Emilia with dishes after dinner, bringing them to the kitchen. She's been in my life since forever, fulfilling the duty of a second mother to me and my brother.
"Leave that there, Eze. I do not need help." She says but her body speaks for itself when she nearly collapses onto the floor.
I rush to her side just in time to catch her. "You need rest." I led her to the nearest stool at the island and sat her down. "I mean it. When was the last time you slept? The bags under your eyes are horrible."
My words earned me a slap followed by angry Italian curse words under her breath. "This boy has no manners." She says more to herself than anyone. "I feel sorry for you, Clementine for eventually having to deal with this all the time."
My eyes narrow when I turn around. There she was, standing with plates in her hand and a confused look on her delicate heart-shaped face. She only smiles when she's in front of Emilia, placing a hand on the shoulder of my lifetime maid. "He's right. You do need rest, Mila."
Mila?
"I get plenty of rest."
I snort. "Obviously not." Another jab at her physical appearance.
This time it is Clementine who sent a chilling glare in my direction. She lifts her chin ever so slightly in defence. "Way to make a woman feel great about herself."
"Perhaps you'll feel obligated to write an essay on why I should care, just like you felt obligated to insert yourself in a conversion that doesn't involve you."
Slap. I blink. Then press my hand against my cheek, hissing at the impact Emilia left. Then down at her. Glare. "The hell was that for?"
She rivals my glare with her own. "Be nice to your fiancée." Then she adds. "Seriously if you want to inherit your father's business and trust fund early go with the flow and act like a lovesick couple."
The word love sent a weird taste down my throat. I adjust my tie. "What are you talking about?"
She grabs the remaining champagne from the table and pours herself a glass. "Your father hired someone under the name Hudson Hilburt to spy on the two of you while you're at Darlington."
Curiosity gets the better of me. "Why?" I ask.
"I don't know the answer to that question. All I know is that if the two of you play your roles perfectly everything will soon work out in your favour. Hudson will be reporting everything to your father and has been for the past two weeks."
That makes both Clementine and my eyebrows raise, then furrow. I process her words before I make them reality. Grabbing Clementine's small hand in mine I drag her out of the kitchen and into the nearest room—the living room.
