Divorced Ex-Luna Returns With Triplets
CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR: The Site Owner

Amanda'S POV

I didn't know how I was going to tell Nathaniel about meeting Bille. I knew he would find it suspicious. He knew the things I could do. The things I did in the past but was not proud of. The things he helped me with at the expense of his marriage to Maurene. I have been in my room all day constantly checking my phone for Bille's message. He had told me that he would be the one to contact me but it was taking way too long and I was starting to believe that he lied to me. Was that possible? Unless he did that, there was no way I would be continuing this relationship charade with Martin. Talking about Martin, he has been quiet these days. Not disturbing me with messages that didn't matter. I guess he must attend to his business

too.

Just as I rolled to the other side of the bed, my phone beeped with a message alert and I turned back at the speed of light, rushing to pick it up from the light stand.

Running my pin through, the phone's home screen appeared and I quickly searched for my message box. Clicking it open, I glanced up at the first message and a hiss tore through me. Talk of the devil.

It was Martin who had sent me a message, asking if I was missing him too much. I uttered a scoff, almost moved to send him the hateful message twirling in my head right now. I clicked the phone off and rolled over to catch some sleep when it beeped again. I let out a groan as I rolled over and opened my phone.

We should meet tonight at my place. Martin.

I narrowed my eyes. He wanted us to meet?

No. I typed back.

Amanda, you agreed. Remember? He texted back.

I groaned, remembering that I did exactly. Now I would have to step out of the house. Bille has yet to schedule a day with me and here Martin was demanding that I see him. Rising to my feet, I went to my dresser and picked a simple gown. After I was done dressing, I exited the house and drove straight to Martin's house.

It was as if he knew I would come. He already stationed a guard to wait for me outside and the bulky man led me into his mansion.

"I only came because you helped me to meet Bille and even yet, it is not done. He has not scheduled my meeting with him and I am... well, can you do something to that?"

"A good evening would be better, Amanda." He said, giving me a side eye as he poured himself some wine and glanced at me again before pouring into another wine glass.

He extended it to me but I shook my head. I knew better than to drink it. His left brow went up in scrutiny.

"You think I would poison you? Or drug you?" He asked as if it was something ridiculous.

I lifted my chin. "Who knows?"

He scoffed, shaking his head. "I would not do that. You are helping me, Amanda. If I poison you or drug you now, the entire press will be after me and my poor father so no," He said, dropping the wine glass beside me before passing by me to take his seat.

I eyed the wine glass, contemplated, and took it into my hand then went to meet him.

"So why did you ask me to meet you here?" I asked, still not sipping from the wine.

His eyes dropped to the wine and he clicked his tongue. "You either drink that or just dump it. You're making it look like I would kill you." He snorted, downing the content of his wine. A shadow flashed across my face, if only he knew. I took a careful sip from it and dropped it before. "Sipped it, okay now? So tell me. Why am I here?"

"My father-"

"No!" I cut him off before he could say anything else.

He furrowed his brows, tilting his head to the side. "W-What?"

"Meeting your father was not part of the agreement. This is not even real. It is going to end soon immediately you... You.. Wait, you what?"

He shook his head. "If only you would let me finish up. My father saw the news about you and I and he said he wanted to meet you but I refused."

"I know him. He can be... persistent at times and we might actually have to meet him." He said.

My mouth hung open in shock. "What? Don't you think introducing me to your family is way too much? Can't you make up some excuses that I am a busy model and that I cannot make up time to meet him or something?" He smirked. "My father can have your schedules canceled for him to meet you, Amanda." He said smugly.

I let out an aggravated noise. "Then you would have to hurry Bille up. If Bille does not his part of his agreement, I won't be meeting your father." I told him, grinding my jaw.

His eyes glinted. "Fire. I like that fire in your eyes. Exactly what I needed and wanted."

I didn't understand what he meant so I ignored him.

"You should drink that up." He pointed at the wine glass.

What? Is he some old man who gets angry at every waste of food?

Just as I carried the wine glass, a guard entered and I glanced at him. The guard whispered something into his ears. His eyes flicked to me before nodding to the guard and then signaling to him to leave.

He rose to his feet, sighing. "I know I said I wanted to meet you tonight but apparently, I have to attend to some things. Can you wait?" He asked, taking me by surprise.

I shrugged. "Turn on the television before you leave," I said, looking away. He smiled and did as I told him.

"Martin," I called him and he halted to a stop.

"What? You just called me by my name." He smiled.

I offered him a fake smile. "I would like the wine."

He didn't seem shocked but instead, it was like he expected it. He nodded before getting it for me and then leaving.

I got myself focused on the entertainment news but then my ears pricked. Martin was yet to be back which was strange. What did he have to attend to when he planned to talk to me?

I rose to my feet, dropping the wine glass and bottle on the desk. I had drunk enough. It would be bad if I got drunk in his place. A muffled scream reached my ears and I halted to a stop. Who...? Who is that?

I stood, rooted to the spot, unable to move or make a sound.

"You will shut up and listen to me, understood?" Martin's grave voice came and I gasped in shock. I looked in the direction of the place where the voices were coming from. Dragging my stiff legs to the place, dread filled my stomach as I got to a door that seemed locked from the inside.

What were they...?

"I will never tell you!" The person seemed to spit at him.

"You won't? Okay."

After that, silence rang out but it was short-lived when the sound of a gun being shot followed by the shocked scream that was cut off. I swallowed down the hard lump in my throat. Did Martin just...?

"Clean the place and dispose of the body as usual." Shuffles of feet rattled on the floor and I quickly rushed back to the living room. Taking my seat and trying to act as normal as I could, I heard him behind me and my eyes moved to the corner. Gulping hard, I tried to relax my tense muscles but he took a seat before me.

"Hope you are good?" He asked and I chanced a look up at him before nodding.

The night, I did not stand up to my feet throughout as I kept my eyes glued to the television even though I was not interested in the content, I forced myself to be. Martin was a dangerous man and finding that out even made me more in danger.

I need to find out how to come out of this before it escalates into something else. Nathaniel will definitely not like this. Damn!