Chapter 7 Perfect! Just perfect!

Her heart beat hardly against her chest. She doesn't need a soothsayer to tell her who it was.

ARES! That monsterous beast!.

The phone beeped again, she blocked her ears but the taunts of the past came back hunting her.

"I will break you, miss fatty!"

"You can't break me!" She remembered how she spat at his face and then, he moved closer to her, she kept moving back till her back hit the wall.

"How do you plan breaking me, Fatty" his voice was cynical. He placed his right hand on the wall above her head.

"You know what, you're just fat and not so good looking like the other girls. You don't have the S shape....so what do you plan to break me with" he smirked.

"You don't even have a boy to ask you out. Have you ever kissed?"

Amelia frowned at his remark, her chubby cheeks turned red from anger, her eyes sheathing in pure, undiluted rage.

"How about I kiss you right here? You know, you don't have to pay for it" he sneered, dangerously. He brought his face closer to her, his well pointed nose almost pressing her small lips..

She became steady by force, she wasn't sure she was breathing. She waited but nothing happened.

Confused about what was going on, she opened her eyes and found no one before her.

Amelia shrugged the past off her head. She got out of her bed and slowly sat on the sofa where she threw her phone to.

She picked it up sluggishly and have a look once again.

"How are you doing, Amy?" She read the text.

She blinked her eyes. "Is this Ares?"

Well, definitely not!.

"I'm fine. May I know who I'm chatting with?" She texts back.

"Good to know you're fine, have a nice night" the reply was fast.

"May I know who I'm chatting with?" She texts back. The person had ignored the question in the previous text.

Amelia waited for a reply but none was fourth coming.

Whichever way, she was glad it wasn't whom she thought it would be. Her mind was at peace again.

She studied for four hours before going to bed. Her exams was drawing nearer, just one more week. If not for anything, Amelia really hoped that she will be picked otherwise, she might end up working thirteen menial jobs per day. Her mother isn't ready to spend a dime on her career, Salma Culinary school is her dream and she vowed to chase it to the very end.

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Ares was in the middle of a very important meeting with executives from the partnering company. He seems to be finding the business game more interesting.

He actually had no interest in it from the onset but then something changed his mind.

Amelia!.

If he really got to where he really wanted to be, then no one can ever stop him from taunting her.

The more he think about her, the more the fire to be the richest kept on burning in his blood. He was ready to do everything to the get to the top in the business community and the Weston's is his main target.

He has heard stories on how they've maintained high stakes in the business community, for over three years, they've been at the top while his family, the Darren's were either at number three or four.

Ares saw this as a challenge and decided to change it.

He was sitting on a high seat while the members of the board directed their gazes to him, watching him as he speaks so fluent and proffessional in a business oriented mind.

"Forty sponsors is our biggest achievement this month, each and everyone of you can get a tip from it if you put your all into work" he addressed them,simply.

"We will do our best, sir" they choroused.

"That's all, Noah will fill you in on more information" Ares dismissed the gathering.

He walked out, his personal assistant walked to him with one it his phones. Ares knit his brows at his personal assistant who stood before him. "Is there any problem, Ezra?" He asked.

"You have a call from home" Ezra replied, handling him a phone.

"Home? Is anything wrong?" Ares collected the phone.

"Your Mom is sick" Ezra dropped the bombshell and Ares eyes changed to shades of darkness. A look of deep emotion and possession flashed in his eyes.

"Book a flight very early in the morning, I need to go home " he ordered.

"But......."

"No buts, Ezra do what I asked you to do" he cuts in and walked out on her.

He returned to his room in the hotel and had a long warm bath. He stepped out in towel, it was wrapped tightly around his waist.

He put on his robe and went to his wardrobe to get Amelia's diary of course.

He opened to the next page and continue reading from where he stopped.

"When I think of my Father, I remember his hand. It's the same hand that bathe me when I was a kid, my mother never had interest in taking care of me. My father's hand taught and makes me bow to God. Same hand that feeds me. Same hand that guides me holding mine. It's also the same hand that caress my head and put me to sleep. I love you so much, Dad. But maybe I'm so unfortunate to loose you at such a tender age. I'm now eighteen with no father's love, no father's hand again, my mother still never cared for me, Emily is still her beloved. She even denies of being my mother in public, even Emily..... If only my father was here. I miss you so much Dad. I will forever remember you and that's why I have decided to attend a Culinary school later because you like cooking, I still have your recipe book with me, I won't lost it for any reason, as you've told me before you died that it's your family's treasure, I will keep it safe. One day, I will make you proud that you will be screaming with happiness in your grave..."

Ares eyes dropped, he read that particular page again. Her father died at sixteen.

"Poor girl, must be really hard for her" he muttered.

"So she has her family's treasure with her" Ares started thinking in different folds.

Definitely, the recipe book is not an ordinary recipe book.

Ares thought of something instantly, opening a Culinary service company. He would employ Amelia as one of the chefs....

Since she has her family treasure, the business is definitely going to bloom.

Perfect! And he will have enough time to taunt her.

Perfect! Just perfect!

Get ready to meet, Amelia.