Divorced Ex-Luna Returns With Triplets

Amanda'S POV

I stood up from my bed, feeling weak in the bones. All I have been doing since Martins had me brought to his house was sleep, eat, and sleep again. He didn't let me do anything which I hated but he insisted that I rested.

I was tired of resting. My mind was still twirling with what Nathaniel had told me back at the hospital. I didn't want to believe it because come to think of it, what does Martins stand to gain from ruining Maurene's reputation? Nothing. Maybe I was seeing it from the wrong perspective.

I didn't care. There were lots of things I didn't know about Martins and also he didn't know about me too. I intend to keep it that way since we were temporal. Maybe Nathaniel was thinking that we were in a real relationship. There was no way I would date Martins if I was in the right state of mind too.

It was not that he was below status but he was not my type either. And his father... a major factor that adds to his red flags. I shook my head, hoping I didn't have to meet that menacing man anymore. He gives me the chill.

I walked to the living room and didn't see anyone. Had Martins gone out without telling me?

Maybe he was in his office. I should check there. I strode to the door, twisting the door knob. I expected the place to be locked but surprisingly, it was not. I looked at the corridor, a boding feeling filling me to the guts. Down the corridor, was the place the gunshot had rung out. Maybe I should check it out. Who knows?

I shook off the idea from my head. I needed my safety. Whatever business Martins was getting himself into, it was none of my business. I entered his office, closing the door quietly behind me.

I moved stealthily to his desk, noting the way everything was arranged in his office. He had a shelf of books, arranged according to their genres. So he reads a lot.

Of course, he would. After all, he was Frey Taylor's son.

Searching for something, anything, I skimmed through the files on his desk, finding insignificant things. I almost scoffed when I saw the contract we both signed and moved to the drawer. Pulling it open, it was empty. Huh. That was strange. Normally, files and documents were supposed to be kept here. Why were they not there?

I pushed the drawer back but a click sounded and suddenly, another set of drawers slipped out from underneath. Inside it, a file was kept inside. I instantly reached for it and there it was.

Maurene CRAWLEY. Nathaniel DELUXE. Liam FERDINAND.

Every one of their information was inside just one file and I was afraid for the first time. What if... what if Nathaniel was right after all?

I heard the sound of footsteps thudding my way. I clumsily returned the file, fixing back the drawer and turning away from the desk.

The door was pushed open and Martins stopped talking when he noticed me. He blinked, his eyes flicking to the desk and then back at me.

"You are awake," His voice carried an edge to it.

I nodded, letting out a fake yawn. "I was looking for you and thought you would be in here since you have been spending more of your time at home," I told him, trying to sound natural and come off as unsuspecting.

He hummed a response, stepping fully into the office, and behind him, a guy appeared, dressed in a black hoodie and a face cap that hid his face properly. Martins must have noticed the way I was looking at him. He cleared his voice, "Amanda, this is Maxwell. Maxwell, this is Amanda." He introduced.

The black hoodie guy didn't say anything. Didn't move either. Just stood there while I gave Martins a skeptical look. He didn't say anything to his friend not answering instead he told me that he had some work to do. "I will come later for dinner, okay?"

I nodded, walking out and leaving them alone. The last thing I caught before I moved away from the door was Maxwell's voice.

"... kill her." I didn't get Martins' response.

I swallowed hard. Was Martins into assassination?

There was no way that would be. That would mean his father... No way!

Night came and dinner was served by his chef. I waited for Martins to come but he didn't come. He still hasn't stepped out of the office with Maxwell. What were they discussing that it took so long?

"What about you call Martins for dinner? He has not-"

"Oh, he had told me earlier to tell you that he won't be joining the dinner as he had to finish some things." The chef informed me.

That got me worried. He had things to finish.

I went ahead to eat my food and when I was done, I went back to my room after fighting against the urge to check him in his office. If he was busy, then I should leave him be.

I climbed back into the bed, pulling the duvet to keep me warm. I must not have gone deeper into sleep because sometimes later, I felt the dip on the bed before warm hands snuggled around my waist. I pushed back instinctively at the warmth, letting out a satisfied smile.

Gunshots rang in the air and I jerked out of sleep, looking around frantically. The same went for Martins who was sitting up beside me. I was too scared to notice the way we were close to each other. Another round of gunshots was heard and Martins instantly brought me to lie down on the bed.

His guards outside were yelling and everything was in disorder. Martins signaled to me to keep shut as he slid off the bed carefully. Another bullet was aimed at the window of my bedroom and I flinched, instantly scrambling to the floor. I noticed Martins had opened his wardrobe, pulling out what seemed like a gun. My heart thudded in my chest as I watched him turn around. A masked man jumped in, landing with a loud thud that had me crawling to the back. His alert eyes looked around the room, catching me on the spot. He stalked toward me, his hands on the trigger of the gun.

He must not have noticed Martins but just as he was about to pull the trigger, Martins caught his hand from behind. He turned him around and punched him in the face.

"To the wardrobe, Amanda." He ordered me as they got into a fight of punch.

I scrambled to the wardrobe, squeezing myself inside as I peeped out through the little hole there. I gripped my knees to myself as my heart pounded loudly in my ear drums.

He found me here. He found me here.

I didn't think that he would make a move here. At least not when I was not alone.

I peeped out, shaking in fear. Martins who once had the upper hand was now being punched severally by the masked man. I let out a whimper. Martins struggled to get the gun that must have slipped from him and used it to hit the man on his head.

The man fell back, grabbing the side of his head as Martins scrambled to his feet, pointing the gun at him. I watched him closely, keenly, waiting for him to pull the trigger.

Pull it. Pull it. I chanted in my head.

The masked man's eyes flickered at me, narrowing with familiar indignation. Then a bang echoed in the air.

I looked at Martins. It was not from him. Then... the rest of the questions were cut off in my throat as I watched the masked man rush toward the window, glancing back. I realized who had been hit. Martins!

I pushed the door open, rushed out, and quickly held him as he fell back.

"Martins," I called, tears brimming my eyes. He had the guts to smile up at me. "Someone!" I yelled out.

He was hit on the arm and was losing quite some blood.

"Someone!" I yelled again, feeling Martins' body go slack in my arms. This time, his cook seemed to rush in and see what happened.

The next set of events happened in a blur, I just knew that we found ourselves at the hospital. I stood outside, biting my nails as I waited, impatience gnawing at me.

Why would this be happening to me? Now?

The doctor stepped out, pulling his stethoscope off his ears. I rushed to him. "How is he?"

"Your husband is quite fine. The bullet just grazed his arm. There is nothing to worry about. You might just have to give him some time to rest and he will be awake soon." He assured me with a small, faint smile.

I nodded slowly, hesitating to go inside.

"You may go inside," He urged me.

I turned away from him, looking at Martins who was unconscious. I cried. Tears had dropped from my eyes. I had cried for this man. He had scared me. I didn't want to acknowledge the feeling before because of the dire situation but... this man... what was he doing to me? To my heart?