The Sword Of My Heart: Marrying A Phantom Tycoon

Inside the VIP ward of Kretol City Hospital.

Amelia Flynn reclined on the white sheets, her attention fixed on a video playing across her tablet, sarcasm evident in her eyes.

A raging fever had landed her in the hospital, but her fiancé, Jaxton Morrison, was busy spending time with someone else at a luxury hotel.

The video clip captured the grainy shadows of a hotel hallway, yet there was no mistaking the woman next to Jaxton-Amelia's half-sister, Dayna Flynn.

Amelia put away the tablet and turned to look at the person before her, her gaze cool. "What if I say no to getting a tattoo?"

Clayton Dobson, Jaxton's assistant, wasn't surprised by her reaction. If he were in her position, he would also find it hard to accept the situation.

What kind of man spent the night at a hotel with a woman and then asked his fiancée to cover for him?

The Morrison Group was at a critical juncture, and as the heir, Jaxton being caught in such a scandal had already affected the company's stock prices.

For the family's sake, a public statement from Amelia, Jaxton's fiancée, seemed the only way to patch the damage.

Though the video blurred Dayna's face, the tattoo on her waist, Jaxton's initials, stood out as plain as day.

Acting strictly on Jaxton's instructions, Clayton had come to persuade Amelia to get the same tattoo as Dayna's.

By doing this, they could spin the narrative online and bury the brewing scandal.

With a look that mingled sympathy and resignation, Clayton said softly, "Miss Flynn, this is what Mr. Morrison wants. If you don't cooperate, there might be issues with Mrs. Davis' treatment next week..."

He left his sentence dangling, but Amelia understood him perfectly. This was Jaxton's threat.

Jaxton was using her grandmother, Michelle Davis, as leverage to threaten her.

Michelle required special treatment every week, and in all of Kretol, only the renowned doctor, Marc Chapman, could provide it.

Amelia didn't know how Jaxton had convinced Marc to treat her grandmother, but with him using her grandmother to threaten her, she had no choice but to comply.

Several minutes slipped by before Amelia turned to lie on her stomach.

Nearby, the tattoo artist arranged his equipment with quiet efficiency.

Nothing about the anesthesia worked for Amelia due to her special condition.

By the time the tattoo artist finished his work, sweat clung to Amelia's skin, soaking the thin fabric of her hospital gown, while her face looked pale.

"I'm sorry you had to endure that, Miss Flynn."

Clayton's words came as he approached, snapping a quick photo of the fresh tattoo on her waist. Then, he sent the photo to Jaxton.

After receiving Jaxton's reply, Clayton finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He nodded to the tattoo artist, who quickly left the room without a sound.

"Try to get some rest, Miss Flynn. I will come pick you up in the evening," Clayton said to Amelia.

Not bothering to wait for a reply, he left the room.

Only then did Amelia allow herself to open her eyes.

A dull ache pulsed at her lower back as she struggled upright and made her way into the bathroom.

Catching sight of the new tattoo-an exact match to Dayna's-in the mirror, her eyes grew cold, and her chest felt heavy.

Hours slipped past, and by seven that evening, Amelia found herself escorted by Clayton to the Morrison Group's press conference.

When she arrived, she found that Jaxton was already there.

Spotlights caught Jaxton's striking features, his perfect posture, and the tailored suit he wore.

As Amelia's gaze fell on the suit, a shadow of sadness crossed her eyes.

A month of effort had gone into creating that piece for him. Two years ago, she'd stitched and shaped every detail of that suit by hand, pouring her heart into it.

She still remembered Jaxton's joy when he had received it.

Yet, in just two years, the suit remained the same, but Jaxton had changed completely.

"Miss Flynn, what's your response to the recent scandal as Mr. Morrison's fiancée? Do you have something to say about it? You-"

Shock silenced the reporter mid-question, his attention caught by the scene unfolding in front of him.

Without warning, Jaxton drew Amelia close and lifted her shirt just enough to reveal the new tattoo.

Cameras flashed as the tattoo-identical to the one from the scandalous video-came into full view.

Feeling the unwanted touch, Amelia was repulsed. As she looked up, she could even see the hickey on Jaxton's neck.

A shudder of disgust rolled through her body, and she pressed her lips together to keep it from showing.

"Amelia, why don't you tell everyone what happened last night?"

Jaxton sounded gentle, but his gaze was full of ridicule toward her.

Frustration simmered within Amelia, yet thoughts of her grandmother made her hold back.

She forced a polite smile and said, "It's all a big misunderstanding. The woman in the video with Mr. Morrison was me."

One of the reporters said, "Oh, so that's what happened! Looks like your relationship is quite stable. Should we be expecting a wedding soon?"

Hearing that, Jaxton pulled Amelia into an embrace, his eyes shining with fake tenderness for the cameras.

After a while, his phone rang, the name "Dayna" lighting up the screen. When he saw it, he immediately let go of Amelia.

The reporters, fortunately, had already begun to disperse. Otherwise, this would have raised their suspicions.

Even from a distance, Amelia could hear Dayna's soft, aggrieved voice and Jaxton's soothing words.

Refusing Clayton's offer of a ride, Amelia left the event and made her way to her apartment by herself.

Night fell over the city as she sat alone by the window.

After a while, she retrieved her phone and dialed a number.

Three rings echoed before the call connected, but there was only silence on the line afterward.

Had it not been for the faint sound of breathing, Amelia might have thought no one was on the other end of the line at all.

After a while, she drew a shaky breath and finally found her voice. "Does your promise to me still stand?"

On the other end of the line was a man, dressed in black, carrying himself with an effortless elegance, his sharp features nothing short of captivating.

There was a flicker of surprise in his eyes now.

Silence dragged on until Amelia found herself unable to wait any longer. She said, "Sorry, I was being impulsive. Just ignore what I said-"

"Yes."

Her words were cut short by the man's low voice.

She was shocked by his response.

Truth be told, she had regretted her words almost immediately after saying them.

Letting go of her engagement to Jaxton was one thing, but agreeing to marry Wyatt Stewart felt like playing a dangerous game.

In the darkness, Amelia's mind wandered back to a year ago.

It was late at night, just like now, when she had left the hospital as usual, only to encounter the barely conscious Wyatt in an alley on the west side of Kretol.

At the time, Amelia didn't know his identity, so when he offered to repay her after she'd saved him, she jokingly asked if he meant he would do anything for her.

He answered with a nod, and she couldn't help but tease that she might want him to marry her.

Her proposal had just been a joke, an impulsive bit of fun. Never once had she expected Wyatt to agree.

But she already had an engagement with Jaxton, arranged before her mother's death, so she quickly explained she was only joking.

Knowing about her engagement, Wyatt made no argument. Instead, he quietly said that if she ever chose to end things with Jaxton, he would marry her. He promised to keep this offer valid for two years.

That offer hadn't expired yet.

How the call ended, Amelia couldn't recall.

All that remained clear was Wyatt's words on the phone, telling her to get ready for a wedding in thirty days.

She was really going to get married to someone, and that someone was not Jaxton.

Amelia lay in bed in the dark, feeling exhausted but unable to fall asleep.

Just as her thoughts began to fade, an onslaught of notifications rattled her phone.

Since her grandmother was in the hospital, she never turned off or silenced her phone.

She checked her phone and saw a photo of shredded pieces of clothing.

Recognition settled in after a moment-this was the pieces of the suit Jaxton had chosen that day, the very one crafted by her hands.

Accompanying the photo was a message from Dayna. "Sorry, Amelia. I had no idea you made this suit for Jaxton. I honestly thought it was just a regular suit, so when I saw it was dirty, I cut it into pieces to get rid of it. Hope you're not mad at me."

There was a smugness to Dayna's words that was impossible to miss.

When Amelia didn't reply right away, another message from Dayna appeared. "Jaxton says it's no big deal. Just a piece of clothing, not worth much."

Amelia knew that ignoring Dayna wouldn't help her sleep. If she left things hanging, the messages would just keep coming.

With a few quick taps, Amelia replied, "Jaxton's right; it's only a piece of clothing. I am not mad."

She then made sure to block Dayna's number before setting her phone aside.

No part of her reply was a lie-she truly felt no anger.

After all, things like this had happened so often over the past two years that she'd lost count.

If she let herself get upset each time, she would have lost her mind long ago.

Lying back down, Amelia found she couldn't fall asleep.

A thought crept in-would her mother feel regret seeing her daughter's life turn out this way?

Dayna, the illegitimate child of Amelia's father, was a few months younger than Amelia.

When Amelia's mother, Katrina Davis, discovered Dayna's existence, she sent her abroad.

Yet, the endless burden of work soon caught up to Katrina, and her health began to fail.

That same year Katrina's health failed, Ricky Flynn-Amelia's father-brought both Janessa Patel and Dayna back to the country and into their home.

Nothing about this arrangement escaped Katrina's notice. She understood perfectly well that life with a stepmother would not be easy for Amelia, especially since Ricky had never been a man of kindness.

To protect her daughter, Katrina made plans for Amelia to marry Jaxton.

This decision came easily, since Katrina and Laura Morrison, Jaxton's mother, had been close friends for decades.

Amelia and Jaxton had grown up together, and with her and Laura's connection, Katrina believed Amelia would have a good life after marrying Jaxton.

However, Katrina had no way of knowing how much people could change.

Just before her death, Katrina called Jaxton over and pressed him for a promise to take good care of Amelia. With both Katrina and Laura present, Jaxton's answer rang with conviction.

His assurance was so convincing that even Amelia believed him. But now...

At dawn, Amelia was pulled awake by a force.

As she opened her eyes, she saw Jaxton's face, full of anger.

He was gripping her wrist tightly, the pain forcing her to pull away. "What's your problem? Why are you acting like this first thing in the morning?" she asked.

"You think you're clever, Amelia? Besides complaining to my mother, what else can you do?" Jaxton said.

That accusation made Amelia furrow her brows.

The video had spread online, and there was no chance Laura missed it.

But as soon as Jaxton heard from his mother, he jumped to the conclusion that Amelia must have tattled.

Amelia didn't even have the energy to waste explaining things to him.

The matter just strengthened her resolve to break off the engagement.

To Jaxton, Amelia's silence was an admission. He continued his harsh remarks throughout the journey to his family home.

Yet, as soon as they entered the Morrison family's residence, Jaxton changed his attitude completely.

Watching him change his demeanor so quickly, Amelia rolled her eyes. She had been so blind before, unable to realize that he was just a hypocrite.

"You've been through so much, Amelia. I'm truly sorry."

The moment Amelia entered the living room, Laura reached for her hand with gentle urgency and spoke up.

Not a single year seemed to touch Laura's appearance; though she was well into her fifties, she could easily pass for forty, thanks to her careful self-care.

Right now, her usually composed features overflowed with genuine concern.

For as long as Amelia could remember, Laura had always shown her kindness. Every time Jaxton stepped out of line, Laura was there to defend her and scold him.

Yet, Laura's idea of discipline was just some mild reprimand. It hardly made any difference.

Today was no different.

Laura fixed her son with a piercing look. "Apologize to Amelia right now."

Normally, Amelia would have brushed off the matter, saying it was no big deal.

But this time, she suddenly felt tired of it all. Before Jaxton could open his mouth, she said, "Laura, I've got a bit of a headache. I'm going to lie down upstairs."

One look at Amelia's pale cheeks was all Laura needed. "Of course, get some rest. I'll have someone inform you when dinner is ready."

With a slight nod, Amelia quietly went upstairs.

As soon as Amelia vanished from sight, Laura's patience snapped. She turned to Jaxton and said, "Have you lost your mind? Why are you involved with Ricky's illegitimate daughter?"

"Mom, illegitimate or not, she is Ricky's daughter. And besides, Janessa knew Ricky first. What they had was true love."

"You..."

Anger hit Laura so hard that she had to steady herself as dizziness washed over her.

Taking a deep breath, Laura forced herself to calm down.

Looking at her son with a composed expression, she said, "Whatever you do with Dayna is your business. But remember this-Amelia is your fiancée. She's the only one who will ever be accepted into this family as your wife."

This wasn't the first time Laura had said this. Jaxton had heard these words countless times.

This time, though, he asked her, "Mom, do you want Amelia as a daughter-in-law because of Katrina, or is it because of the sixty percent of shares she owns?"

Profit always came first for businesspeople.

Laura was no exception to the rule.

Her agreement to this engagement was never just because of her friendship with Katrina; Amelia's shares in the company weighed heavily in the balance.

Katrina had built the Flynn Group herself. Even after her early death, she had left Amelia with sixty percent of the company's shares.

Laura said, "Since you know that Amelia holds sixty percent of the company shares, you should treat her right. Jaxton, I'm doing all this for your own good. A marriage with Amelia sets you up for success. Dayna can't match her looks or her capabilities. If you keep involving yourself with Dayna, it'll only end up hurting Amelia and making her feel disappointed in you. One day, you'll regret it. You-"

"Stop, Mom. That's enough. I never said I wouldn't go through with marrying Amelia." Clearly annoyed, Jaxton cut Laura off and stormed upstairs.

Inside her room on the second floor, Amelia sat on the sofa near the window, quietly observing the fountain's gentle spray in the garden below.

Just then, her phone suddenly buzzed with a message.

Her eyes grew wide as she saw the photo she had just received.

In the photo were two silver wedding rings, elegant in their simplicity-exactly her taste.

"Do you like them?"

Wyatt's message appeared beneath the photo, and Amelia wasted no time replying, "What are these?"

"Do you like them?" Wyatt just repeated the question.

She took a breath, hesitated, and finally replied, "Yes, I do."

Once the message was sent, nothing but silence followed from Wyatt's end.

Unknown to Amelia, when Wyatt saw her response, a subtle smile played on his face.

That unusual expression did not go unnoticed by the man beside Wyatt. "Are you actually smiling? Who are you, and what have you done to the real Wyatt?"

Wyatt's smile vanished instantly when he heard his friend's teasing words.

Wyatt's change of expression was so sudden that Marc almost thought he had just imagined his smile earlier.

"How's Mrs. Davis holding up?"

Wyatt was talking about Amelia's grandmother.

Marc's tone grew somber as he answered, "Nothing has improved. Her heart is getting weaker. Even if I try my best to treat her, I'm afraid she doesn't have much time left."

"So you are not so skilled as a doctor after all."

Doctors hated to hear doubt cast on their expertise, and Marc was no exception, especially since he was an internationally renowned physician.

Marc bristled. "What's that supposed to mean? I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker. Speaking of Mrs. Davis, there's something I don't understand. You asked me to treat her, but why do it by having me agree to the Morrison family's offer?"

That arrangement made him appear as though he was in it for the money.

Rather than explain himself, Wyatt turned his focus to a set of sketches scattered across the table.

Drawn on the page was the design for a set of wedding rings-the very ones he had just shown to Amelia.