CONFESSION 3
I am but we were and I'm tired of wanting
It hurts more than I'm capable of flaunting
And I need to be loved by somebody
You've been my only friend
Beauty…Power…Brains…
Cara Pierce seems to have it all… Amy wondered what Ian saw in her and if she compared herself to Cara. She was nothing.
Amy Cahill was nothing to Cara… And it makes the truth sound more hurtful than it was. She understood what made Ian fall in love with Cara.
'And cheat on you, because you're not good enough for him' the inner voices in Amy's head said.
Dry auburn hair compared to Cara's silky blond locks…
Lifeless jade green eyes to Cara's vivid ones.
Her figure compared to Cara's hourglass ones.
She was nothing, Amy's only connection to Ian was their marriage and the baby in her womb. The baby that Ian never knew about.
Amy breathed a sigh as she gazed at her figure in her full length mirror. Her skin had a healthy glow, the one that people said about expectant mothers. And there was a little bump at her lower stomach.
"Amy…" she could hear Nellie call downstairs. Amy slipped on her black stilettos and wobbly walked. Heels plus Amy equals disaster. She is currently visiting Fiske in the Madrigal Stronghold. She was greeted along the way by Madrigal Agents as she was heading to Fiske's office.
She knocked on the door and exchange pleasantries with her Uncle.
"How is your husband, Amy? Is he treating you right?"
Amy smiled.
"Ian's taking care of me, Uncle…"
Fiske sighed in relief.
"At least, he's keeping up to his promise…"
Amy's attention diverted to her Uncle.
"Promise? What promise?" she asked.
Fiske looked at her in the eye and smiled.
"You're glowing, dear. I once remember Hope having that same glow when she was pregnant with you and with Dan."
Amy stopped dead in her tracks. He surely didn't found out yet right?
"Stop trying to distract me, Fiske… What promise?" Amy asked desperately.
"I should not be the one saying this to you. Especially in your delicate state, it's a matter that can change both of your lives…"
Amy rolled her eyes, she didn't care if Fiske found out about her pregnancy. She needed to get at the bottom of this
"Say it, Uncle Fiske…" she urged.
Fiske sighed as he began to tell Amy what happened 2 years ago.
"Fiske, a word please…"
Fiske was surprised when Ian talked to him. They headed to his private study and they sat down.
"I know you worried about Amy… I want to make a proposition…" Ian said earnestly.
"What is it?" he raised an eyebrow.
"I'm asking for Amy's hand in marriage. To keep her safe…"
"Marriage? You're both 20, Ian… You're too young to find the true meaning of love."
"Who said we have to love each other? It's a marriage of convenience, Fiske. I will grant her safety within the Lucians and we can help the Lucian and Madrigal branches to work together…" Ian said nonchalantly.
It was an offer Fiske could not disagree on. Amy's safety and the Inter-branch relationship was always his top priority.
"Ian married you because I agreed that he would keep you safe… He never loved you dear because it's a marriage of convenience…"
Tears started flowing down on Amy's face. Her walls had broken down.
"No… That's not true, Fiske. He loves me, Ian cares for me…" Amy cried hysterically.
Fiske didn't know how he would stop Amy from crying.
"He does it because it's his duty, Amy… To keep you safe…" he continued.
Amy's sobs became louder and louder…
"Stop this nonsense, Amelia… Do you really believe someone like him could love you?"
Amy suddenly felt lightheaded. The world was spinning around her and her knees gave away. She fell to the floor unconscious.
Fiske ran to her grandniece and called Dan on the phone.
"Kindly bring your sister to the medical bay, she fainted..."
Amy woke up a few minutes after she collapsed. The doctors told her that she collapsed due to stress and that the baby was okay.
"She'll be fine, her fall wasn't that bad…" she heard the doctors talking to Fiske.
She stood up and tried to balance herself in her stilettos. Fiske reached out to aid her but she declined it. Fiske couldn't blame her niece that she loathes him now.
"I shall be off… Uncle…" Amy said coldly.
Dinner was a peaceful affair around the Kabras. Amy and Ian sat near each other since Ian allowed himself to be open around Amy.
However, Amy had a painful feeling that everything was just a mask, and Ian only loved her just to keep her safe. She grasped her stomach underneath the table as she inhaled sharply.
"Something wrong, love?" Ian asked worriedly
"Nothing, I just feel like somethings going to happen…" Amy said quietly.
The dinner table's silence was broken by Amy a few minutes after Ian's question…
"Love…"
"Hhhmmm…" Ian muttered
"The house feels empty…"
"And?"
"Isn't it the time for us to have a baby?" Amy asked blushing
"Are you implying that you want to get pregnant already?" Ian asked brashly.
He scooped her in his arms and carried her.
"Ian! Put me down! Ian!" Amy shrieked as they headed to their bedroom…
"Aish! Get a room, Ian… Making your heir shouldn't be heard in the hallway… Try to be considerate of your actions!" Natalie scoffed as she shooed the married couple to their room.
Ian laid her down on the bed. Trailing kisses from her lips to her neck. Amy ran her hands through Ian's hair.
"Ian, s-stop th-is…" Amy stuttered.
"You asked for it, love. You said you wanted a baby, well let's make one…" he smirked.
Ian's phone rang.
"Damnit!" Ian cursed under his breath and reached for his phone. Amy heard hushed voices and Ian scrambles to fix his disheveled self.
"Ian, what's wrong?"
"There's an emergency at the Cahill Stronghold. I have to go…"
And he ran outside the house. Amy trailed after him.
"Ian! Wait I'm coming with you…" Amy cried.
"No Amy! You are going to stay here and that's an order…"
'It's now or never' Amy thought.
"Ian, I'm pr-"
And he was gone… Amy sank to the ground, defeated. Someone grabbed her from behind and pointed a dart gun to her stomach, right where her womb is. Amy's breath hitched.
"Stay quiet and obey us, or I'll shoot you on the spot Kabra…"