Chasing Forever (Chasing 4)

“She’s gone.”

Her words affected me, of course they did, and she knew it. Nevertheless, it had taken me quite some time to realize that, if I was going to be miserable forever, I’d rather do it alone, without having to deal with this rubbish. Due to my brokenness, I had let my parents bulldoze me into marrying her. I had also let myself succumb to her advances even though I had known she was all sorts of bad news. However, I wasn’t that shattered, weakened man any longer because, after that one night with Lucy, I had somehow regained my conscience. It was like the heavy fog had been lifted, and I could see clearly for the very first time since she had dumped me.

“I’ll have my lawyers contact you,” I said as I pulled out my phone and started texting the lawyer my aunt had given me. She had never favored this marriage to begin with, so when I had mentioned that I was thinking about divorcing or annulling the marriage, she had immediately got the ball rolling.

My aunt was lovely and adored Lucy like she was her own daughter. Since she and her husband couldn’t bear children, they’d treated me like I was their own. As shitty as my parents were to me, my aunt and uncle had given an overabundance of love and affection, fulfilling what my parents had lacked in any department. So, even though I would get wrath from parting ties with Amelia’s powerful family, my aunt’s approval was enough to push me into putting things into motion.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you, and you won’t ever see this child. Never!” she growled, almost launching herself at me with those long, red lacquered nails that reminded me of a witch.

The baby. I was still on the fence with that one since rumors had started circulating after we had announced our nuptials that she had been sleeping with a married man, though she’d vehemently denied all of it, of course. Therefore, I had been left to wonder.

“Try threatening me when I get the DNA results, stating this child is truly mine. The second you give birth to that child, I will make sure to coordinate the testing myself. I’m done playing mind games with you. It’s game over, Amelia.” Blake had suggested this, only confirming the doubts I’d had to begin with that Amelia was capable of that kind of viciousness. She was, after all, a woman scorned—too heartbroken to think straight—and would do anything to try and hurt me. Hurting me would indirectly wound her main target—my best friend, Blake Knightly.

The results could be doctored, and I needed to make sure that the baby was mine before I negotiated visitation rights. If it was mine, I was going to be a part of his or her life, whether she approved or not.

“I won’t let this happen.” She was shaking in rage. “I won’t let you pigs ruin me again. I will see to it!”

“You came on to me so many times after I had declined you—you wouldn’t take no for an answer. I am fucking done with your hissy fits.” I zipped up my things and looked over whatever else I needed to get before I gave her one last look then immediately departed, leaving her on the verge of combustible fury.

Threats, big or small, wouldn’t sway me.

This had started with Lucy and it would end with Lucy, that was all I could be certain of.

She might think she didn’t want me, but she had at one point. She certainly had in Rome. Though she wouldn’t admit to it, I had felt her giving me her all. With each kiss, with every touch, each moan, and with each intensifying stroke of her tongue; the woman with whom I had made love that night had been with me all the way. I had no doubt that it was my Lucy that I had held that night. One night with her had been all I needed to free myself of this burden—the regrets I had carried for quite awhile.

And I would surely get her back.

It would take some time, but I would eventually make her love me again.

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“This is your mother. After what you did to our family, you can at least have the decency to take one of my calls. Your father, grandmother and I are all disappointed in you.” She sounded like she was trying to hold her temper but failing miserably. “You have shamed us all beyond belief. How could you do this to me? How dare you do this to your family?” She made a sniffing sound before pausing and then her evil voice returned. “Fix this or we will disown you.” And at that, she disconnected from my voicemail.

My mother reminded me a lot of Amelia. She, too, had been having a ball, calling and leaving voice messages at ungodly hours. I tried to delete as much as I could, yet sometimes, I couldn’t spare my energy for idiocy.

Normally, since I was based in Marbella, I should be heading straight to Blake’s villa that overlooked the Mediterranean Sea. It had been my residence for over a year now, but I simply didn’t want to be in Spain any longer. Not only was I homesick, thoughts of permanently moving back to England had been taking precedence as of late.

I just wanted my home. I wanted to be near Lucy.

During a quick call to Blake, in which I only gave him the small version of what had happened with my farcical union of a marriage, I told him I was heading home. And since I was already in the process of eliminating a lot of things in my life, I quit my job as the financial head of Knightly Industries. I used to love it, but now, I felt like I needed to head in a different direction. Somewhere that I could have more growth, learn the ropes on my own.

Maybe it was time to pursue my dreams, one at a time.

I had always wanted to have my own Hedge Fund firm. Following that dream was as good as any. I had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

The main goal at the end of this trail was to have Lucy back. For me to accomplish that, I had to attain something of my own—a sense of worth, enough to feel deserving of standing by her side. I had done enough damage to the both of us. I hoped, sooner rather than later, that I could be on my way to fixing this. And I would, however first, I needed to be a free man. Free from all of those leeches that were latching onto me, draining me of everything that I was—Amelia, my family, and all the other bad influences in my life. Starting at the beginning, I needed to wipe everything out. It would be difficult to get there, but I would accomplish it. I had one goal in mind, and she was more than worthy to suffer through Heaven and Hell for.

Chapter 5

Lucy

“Look at you—you look like shit.”

I didn’t have to look up to know that it was Chad who had joined me. I was at the nearest café from my flat in Covent Garden, and for some brilliant reason¸ this prick had just managed to hunt me down. Wasn’t he supposed to be in New York with Luke, his other half?