My Amaris!

Outside the villa, back in Murmansk, Russia, a whole army of black BMW was halted.

Ronan's men were draped into black uniforms from head to toe, which provided them a camouflage in the veil of endless darkness.

They were not under their master's penetrating cold stare and were free to do whatever they wanted, if slacking was what they wished.

Even Niall, the right hand man found himself wriggling with fear when he dragged his trembling silhouette out of the villa ingress.

Of course, to come out of Ronan Ross' lair unscathed was totally out of the question.

Niall was well aware that he had broken a rule by daring to barge inside the house. On the top of that in the critical moment, when his master was spending a quality time with his wife.

But here I place my question to you guys, if the obsessively in love husband pricked out the eyes of each person who was involved in the attempt of intruding into his villa.

Why did he let his men leave without saying a word to them? Maybe just because he needed them by his side? Or perhaps the criminal lord could already comprehend that none of his men would dare to have a sneak peak.

But whatever the reason was, the master's hunch and intuitions were always accurate.

Whilst every single soul outside the walls of villa, standing in the bone chilling gusts of cold wind, something horrible was about to happen inside those four walls!

Ronan had ended the call and casted a last glance at the walls, as if he was inwardly talking to his late wife.

'I'm sorry Amaris but now I have to go. I assure you that this time I will be back soon to spend more moments with you, to recall our love and those days!'

Again his inner monologue began which indicated that perhaps the man was actually in love with his late wife, despite having another woman by his side.

After all he was a normal and healthy man, but was the mighty businessman a two timer?

Although, the term actually was not valid because apparently Amaris was dead to everyone but still Ronan Ross was living her life, within himself.

On one side he was deeply and madly in love with her but on the other hand he was keeping another woman, why the heck then he still claimed to love Amaris?

Was it a business game that he had to shove his ego and love to a corner, and began keeping another woman? But here I ask you, do you think the man who had a whole jury of men behind him, could be weak?

A man who could make anyone disappear from the map of the world, who held everyone's life in his hands, was a weak man that a mere woman influenced him?

Or perhaps the ruthless lord had a melt of heart and kept a woman to entertain him, to fulfill his desires which once were the right of Amaris.

'I will back soon, love! I hope you will wait for me impatiently as I do.'

Ronan bid his farewell to his wife, apparently to those four dead grim walls which held nothing but sorrowful time.

But who could change his mind, before that no one had the temerity to voice out such a thing. I mean even a fool would not be willing to put his life on a stake, knowing that it would definitely cost him his head.

Would you dare?

'I love you, honey bun!'

Saying his last words, precisely after confessing Ronan walked upto the kitchen and grabbed his fur coat from the table nook.

Before he could step out of his little heaven villa, as usual his eyes landed back on every single thing he could see after putting back the villa into its original form.

It was the moment when a vibration occurred in his right thigh, which forced him to frown with anger. After all his personalised number was not approachable to everyone, thus it could only be...

'This woman will not let me be at ease!'

He gritted his teeth, that maybe the same woman who had called earlier was still disturbing him.

Ronan rattled out the device from his jeans and to his surprise it was not a call rather a video clip. Previously the caller woman had successfully made him show some expressions, and now the curiosity about the video including the sender.

Without having a second thought he clicked to play the video and the sight on his glowing screen forced him to widen his eyes.

'Amaris!'

Without stuttering or anything he whispered the name under his breath, although the video sent by Kyril Ross anonymously stirred a turmoil and panic into Ronan's heart.

'My Amaris!'

How did he recognize her right away, same as Kyril Ross?