Where did he get this? How?" she began to ask herself.
"Have a seat," a husky voice said from behind.
"Where did you get this from?" she asked, looking confused, tears welling up in her eyes.
"I never heard you're a rude person. Or were they mistaken?" he said, smirking as he looked at her. "Have a seat, Amelia. Would you rather stand?" he asked.
Amelia found herself complying.
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"The painting, I got them from your dad," he said.
"To be honest, the painting was what made me marry you, not a thing like debt," he continued, watching her confusion grow.
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"What do you mean?" she asked calmly, trying to stop herself from being rude.
"I've been following your dad for the past four years, and the reason is because of the painting."
Her eyes widened.
"What...?"
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**Four years ago**
In the dimly lit alley, the air thick with tension, Keith heard the desperate cries for help. Swiftly, he moved towards the commotion and found a helpless soul cornered by an aggressor. No not that, he saw something, something he needs.
Without hesitation, Keith stepped forward, his presence commanding attention. "Let him go," he demanded, his voice firm.
The aggressor, undeterred, turned to face Keith with a menacing glare. "Mind your own business, pretty boy."
In an instant, the aggressor lunged forward, aiming to strike Keith, but Keith's reflexes were sharp. He skillfully dodged the attack, countering with a powerful blow that left the aggressor momentarily stunned.
The man seized the opportunity to escape, stumbling away from the scene. Undeterred by the aggressor's recovery, Keith unleashed a series of well-timed strikes, defending the defenseless with a controlled fury.
As the aggressor crumpled to the ground, subdued and defeated, Keith extended a hand to the person he had just saved. "You're safe now," he assured them, embodying a silent guardian in the shadows.
"Why did you help me?" the man asked aggressively. Keith responded, "You should thank me first, you know"
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"you have what I need."
"What do you mean? Did someone send you too?" The man asked, attempting to run if what he said was right.
"Give me that painting," Keith demanded.
Sensing Keith's desperation, the man, now joyous within, replied, "Pay me."
"How much do you need?" Keith asked in a hurry.
"$5,000," he stated.
"I'll pay you $10,000 instead." The man's eyes widened in surprise.
"Get me the painter," Keith said, willing to do anything at that moment.
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Keith's POV:
I've always loved having paintings for myself, but this one... I fell for it the moment I saw it from a distance.
Painting has always been a significant part of my life. I hold great admiration for those who create art with a brush. This particular scene haunted my dreams, as if someone was abandoning me, and the painting brought those visions to life with intense clarity. The emotions embedded in each stroke resonated deeply, allowing me to feel the profound pain of the artist behind the masterpiece. It spoke volumes in the language of emotion.
Author's POV:
"I've cherished you, Amelia, to the point of actively seeking your presence. Just weeks ago, I discovered you're Mr. Johnson's daughter."
"Your painting meant everything to me," he continued. "I've always yearned to discover the artist behind it, indifferent to whether it's a man, a child, or a woman. I was prepared to go to any lengths for them."
Amelia was left speechless, unable to utter a single word.
"When I learned about your father's assaults on you, I was determined to give my all for you. I wanted you to be free. I wanted you to be happy."
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She disrupted the impending silence.
"So where's my father?" She asked trying to process everything she had.
"So, where's my father?" She asked, attempting to process everything.
"Don't worry, Amelia. Your father is fine, that is if you still care about him. I compensated him more," he said with a smile.
"What do you say Amelia?, will you be free with me and stay here? I can-" She interrupted, expressing her gratitude, "Thank you so much, Keith." Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she was overwhelmed with happiness that someone had done these things for her.
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Silken Vows♡
Romance"Your father traded you to me to settle his debt. I agreed to it out of necessity. ". "I need you Amelia" ......"why d-" Amelia attempted to speak, but he silenced her, sternly saying, "Read and sign the contract, we're getting married tomorrow". "N...
