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Quick A/N before we get started: Cecilia Martins is the business man's wife who they had over to dinner a few nights ago. She spilled all her secrets to Amaya in the last chapter during the ball. Thought I'd fill you in because a lot of people have commented wondering who she was. Alrighty. Happy reading!!

3rd Person POV:

Cecilia Martins felt guilt immediately rise in her stomach as she watched the scene from a random third story bedroom. Amaya Dawson, the poor girl whom she had met just yesterday, was hastily climbing into her new car and tearing out of the driveway. Luckily she managed to avoid several expensive vehicles along the way.

Cecilia knew the whole thing was her fault. Amaya and Theo breaking up was all on her, but it's not like she had a choice. She had been set up.

"You did well." A voice sounded out in the dark room from behind her. The devilish speech immediately sent shivers down her spine. The person soundlessly walked from the door to stop right beside her.

"I don't care about my performance." She moved away from the evil person as quickly as she could. She shifted to  stand at the other side of the room. "I did what you told me to. Now are you going to finish your end of the deal?"

Without saying a word the person held out a large envelope stuffed so full with dollar bills it was about to burst. "It should all be there. Enough to cover the divorce attorney, and then some to live on. It's the amount we agreed on and if I may say so myself, it's more than generous."

"Just shut up and give me what you owe me." Cecilia said and took no time in ripping the money-packed envelope from the person's hands.

Her employer chuckled at her hasty actions. "Someone's feisty today. Be careful, Cece. You don't know half of who you're dealing with."

Being called Cece had been a real low blow. That was the one nickname her lover had called her and she had always adored it. But having the sweet name come from this vile creature's mouth had almost ruined the name for her all together. "I know enough. You are just the worst person I know, Camilla. What could that sweet girl have possibly done to make you hate her so much?"

Camilla's demeanor had changed completely from joking to serious and bitter. Cecilia knew immediately it was time for her to get away.

"That is none of your business. Now go. You have a lawyer to call, don't you?" Camilla shooed her out of the room as she continued to watch the brand new Range Rover bolt out of the long driveway.

Theo's POV:

I stayed in my room for what felt like the longest time ever. I just stood there staring at my door, waiting for a certain red dress to swish its way through the entrance.

But time passed and as time kept passing, my eyes continued to glance down at my Rolex. Ten minutes turned to twenty, and twenty turned to sixty. Sure, the Thompson house was packed to its capacity, but there was no way it would take a whole hour for her to find me.

My first emotion was concern. Where could she be? Was she alright?

I bolted from the room and my pace picked up as I trekked along the path that led downstairs. My expensive black dress shoes had never seen such speed. With my mother around, I wondered if Amaya was in any danger. My mother was almost always a terrible person, but she would never physically hurt Mya, would she?

As I made it to the top center of the grand staircase, I overlooked the guests mingling below but still no extravagant ruby dress. Just a sea of every color but the one I was trying so desperately trying to find. I hurried down the steps, and began to scramble to find at least one person who had seen her lately.

Many said they hadn't seen the beauty in the red dress since she had disappeared through the kitchen door. So I went to the one person who had seen us last, and the main person who I had put all my trust in since I was a young child.

Ethel.

When I found her she was still bustling around the kitchen and ordering people around. She was hard at work and I hated to bother her, but I was completely determined to find Amaya.

"Ethel, have you seen Mya?" I asked breathless. My lungs were trying to keep up with me but were failing. My heart seemed to be going three times faster than its normal pace. All the possibilities of what could be happening were absolutely nerve-wrecking.

She took a deep breath, probably upset I was disrupting her reign of terror, but she still replied. "Not since you two went outside. Why?"

All the waiters shuffled back out the door with flutes of champagne and an abundance of finger foods to cart around to the guests. Seeing that all her subjects were now gone, Ethel took a sigh of relief as she walked over to the table and seated herself.

She looked exhausted and I suddenly felt bad to burden her anymore. Ethel truly held this place together and on top of everything she was always helping me out with my crises and caring for me. She was always working and I realized this wasn't her job. It was time for me to work things out on my own.

"I just haven't been able to find her. Sorry to bother you, Ethel. I'll talk to you later." I shouted running out the door which led to the snow-covered yard that lay outside.

I was right about needing to handle this on my own. But where would I even start? I let out a frustrated groan and looked up to the sky.

"Where are you?" I inwardly asked Amaya, wishing she was still by my side.

Almost like she was here and pointing me to clues, a small trail of footprints showed themselves. They were leading away from the mansion and towards the front entranceway. I followed them and silently thanked Amaya for not covering her tracks.

Her trail ended leading me to the valet's stand, meaning she had most likely already left. But I had to be certain.

"Anything we can help you with?" The one valet asked me.

"Um yeah. Have you guys seen a brunette in a big red dress by chance?" I questioned.

"Oh you mean Miss Dawson? With the Range Rover?" He recalled.

I found it odd that he knew exactly who I was talking about with such little details, but I didn't question it.

"Yeah that's her! Did she leave already?!" I asked frantically already coming up with a plan to find her.

"I'd say about 40 minutes ago? Isn't that about right, George?" He asked the second valet next to him.

"Hmm? What's up?" He asked looking up from his clipboard as he handed off another pair of keys to a couple that were just leaving.

"Miss Amaya Dawson in the red dress?"

"Oh yeah! She was smoking! Cute face and a great rack." He kept his eyes on the papers with his head nodding and a smirk growing on his lips. My anger immediately sent from 0 to 100, and I felt my hands turn up into fists.

As he took his eyes from the clipboard he must've seen the rage and tension swirling in my facial features because he quickly cleared his throat. "So yeah...I'd say it's been about 35 to 40 minutes."

He's lucky I was in a rush or else I'd smash his face in. I exhaled, trying to calm myself down as I un-balled my tightly knuckled fingers from their rage-filled entrapment.

"Alright thanks for the help." I muttered before starting my travels back into the house. But before I made it to the door I heard whispers.

They were terribly masked whispers, so I heard every word.

"Seriously. If that girl ever left that Thompson dude, I'd surely tap that." I could hear the grin on his face.

My anger immediately sparked to every nerve in my body. I was in a rush, for sure, but I when it comes to making things right I always have time.

Before I could even stop myself my feet were carrying out me back over to the valet stand and my hand was sailing through the air to connect with the dousche canoe's eye socket.

As soon as the deed was done, I pulled back and looked down at what I had done. I didn't feel guilt, and I didn't feel atonement. The only emotion that was flowing through my body was pure satisfaction in hitting that asshole pervert.

"Next time think before you go on and on about how hot my girlfriend is. I know she's "smoking," believe me, but she's only mine. Enjoy the black eye, champ!" I gave him a playful hit on the shoulder, to which he flinched.

I chuckled at his actions as I walked around the man balled up in a fetal position and into the front entrance of my house. I managed to dodge many conversations by just avoiding all eye contact and walking directly to the garage. After making sure no one had seen me and punching in the code, I  swiftly opened the door.

I flicked the lights on and grabbed the first pair of keys my fingers landed on, happening to be a fast little Audi. Just what I had needed.

I picked up pace and opened the driver's side door, but before I could securely shut the door behind me a voice sounded out from the shadows.

"Where do you think you're going?"

I'd know that voice from anywhere and I unfortunately knew it was going to slow down my chase. No question about it.

Her heels elegantly clicked against the smooth cement until they were standing between me and my door, preventing me from going anywhere anytime soon.

"You know where I'm going. Now move. You've done enough don't you think?" I scoffed bitterly.

"Neither of us are going anywhere, Theo."

"Oh is that what you think, mother?" I smirked wickedly before quickly turning the key. The ignition sparking to life beneath me.

Just as I was about to tear out of the garage with mother far behind me, she quickly ripped open the back door and climbed inside. She must've known my plan to race out of here as quickly as possible with her in my rear view mirror.

But I didn't care about her being with me. She was no distraction of where I really needed to be. With Mya.

So against her loud yells of demands, I bolted from the garage. Guess she'd just have to make the journey with me since I had no time to get a different car or to convince her to get out.

It was definitely going to be a long trip.

Amaya's POV:

As soon as I had hit road that wasn't the Thompson's driveway, I just drove. I hadn't even cared what direction I was going in or whether it was getting me anywhere. I just desperately needed to put distance between me and that house quickly.

I was driving and a blubbering mess for about an hour when I suddenly realized that I had left all my belongings behind. My money, credit card, and even my driver's license. I mean not every girl stuffs those in her bra to go to a fancy party, but if I had known this is where the night was leading I would have done just that.

But I didn't. I didn't foreshadow Theo dumping me or running away from the Thompson estate, but all of that happened and I had no idea what to do. Luckily my dress had hidden pockets, so I had been carrying my phone on me.

So as soon as I could, I pulled off to the side of the road and dialed the number of the one person who would always be there and care for me no matter what happened.

After three rings her sweet voice came over the speaker.

"Amaya, sweetie? Are you alright?" By the coarseness of her voice I knew she had just woke up.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm sorry. Did I wake you up?" I sniffled.

"No no no. I'm fine, sweetie. What's the matter I know you and you never call me this late unless its an absolute emergency."

I inhaled deeply and before you now it my voice cracked and I was a sobbing mess.

"Theo broke up with me and I just had to get out of there so I ran away and I left all my stuff behind at his house, mom. I'm on my way home, but I'm over 1,400 miles away from Louisiana and I can't make it without any money." I cried as I described my full dilemma to her listening ears.

She remained silent as she tried to take the next few seconds to process all the information and come up with a solution. And within record speed she had an elaborate plan.

"Okay first of all, where are you?"

I immediately sent her my address.

"Okay yeah I just got your message. Hold on, and let me do some research." She said and I heard her moving items around on what I assumed was her desk. I heard typing and clicking and I grew more and more anxious, hoping she'd go faster. I could practically see her with her little blue reading glasses squinting at the screen of her computer as she tried to quickly read. I had missed her so much, and it was hard to believe it'd been a whole month without seeing her face. I was so ready to be home and to forget all that had happened these last few days.

"Okay. I'm going to send you the address of somewhere you can get transport and I'll send you some money through the phone. You can transfer it to pay for anything you need."

I was inwardly thanking myself that I taught her how to transfer money by cell phone before I left for school.

"Sounds good, mom. What's the transport?" I asked.

"Well there's an airport about–"

I didn't even let her finish.

"It's too expensive, mom." I had no money on me and there was no way I'd let my mom pay several hundreds of dollars for a one way ticket.

"Alright. This says there is a bus stop coming up in about 20 miles, can you get there?" She questioned and as I could feel my tears drying onto my face, I checked the gas tank.

I had a quarter of it left which would be plenty to get me another 20 miles. I nodded my head before realizing she couldn't see my actions.

"Yeah I can get there."

"Are you driving right now?" She questioned.

She had always been a stickler about me being on my phone while driving.

"No, mom. I'm in a cab." I lied. There was no point in telling her the truth. I was going to give the car back. I wanted nothing to do with the Thompson family, and keeping this car definitely kept a connection between us.

So I planned to drive to the bus station and leave it in the parking lot. I'd call someone to pick it up later, but now just wasn't the time.

I was focused on one thing right now. And it was getting home to Louisiana to be with my mom for the rest of my holiday.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come pick you up, sweetheart?" My mother asked.

I couldn't make my mom drive that long just to come get me. "No, mom. That's alright. I'll be fine on my own. I don't want you to have to drive that far. It's too much."

"No no no. You're my baby, and I know you're in pain. You shouldn't be alone right now. Let me just get my stuff together and-" She stopped speaking and from the clattering sound I knew she was digging through her junk drawer in search of her car keys. She was always losing them.

"No, mom. That's alright. I really just could use some time to myself. I promise I'll call you as soon as the bus makes it to Louisiana." I was hoping she wouldn't fight me on this.

"Are you sure? Will you be okay?" She still sounded worried.

"Yeah, mom. I'll be fine. I'm nearly 20 years old. I swear I'll be fine," I chuckled. "but I'll see you as soon as possible. I'll text you when the money comes through."

"Text me when you get on the bus too. Tell me how long you'll be, and the address of the closest bus stop you can make it to. I'll see you soon, sweetie."

"Alright, mom." I chuckled as I wiped my eyes, completely forgetting about my makeup. It had to have been a mess by now.

"Alright. I love you, sweetheart."

"I love you too." I sadly smiled to myself. The last few days had been hell, but I couldn't wait to be with my mom again. I really needed her shoulder to cry on and to finally be home.

Theo's POV:

After only five minutes of silence on this little road trip, my mom had unsurprisingly been fighting with me. Mainly about turning the car around and forgetting about Mya forever.

My best bet was she was doing this just to distract me, but that still didn't stop me from fighting back.

"For the millionth time, mother, no! We are not turning around. You shouldn't have climbed in the car if you wanted to be home. You knew what was going to happen." I rolled my eyes and continued to pick up speed.

"Well someone had to stop you from making a big mistake!"

I seriously considered pulling over and dropping her off in the middle of nowhere, but it was officially winter and freezing outside. Unlike her I wasn't cold hearted enough to do something so cruel, so I just continued to drive, ignoring her presence.

"Amaya is not a mistake." I voiced angrily, not able to forget her saying that.

"But she is, and if you do catch up with her and make your amends, I hope you know our deal is off. She'll still be kicked out of the university and her family will be on the streets soon enough. And you'll have no one to thank but yourself."

I remained silent for a time, taking in everything she had been running her mouth about. I knew she had it in her to pull through with everything she had claimed.

She had absolutely no empathy for others. All she cared about was herself and getting her way.  But no part of her "plan" benefitted her, so I still had no idea why she had wanted to do all this in the first place.

"Oh. No snarky remark? That's odd for you, Theo." She said in a vicious tone.

I kept quiet, knowing it was slowly killing her. She was like a child in that sense, she hated being ignored.

"Theo!"

"I'm just wondering why."

"Why what?" She asked turning to the window. By her actions, she knew the questions that were coming, but whether she answered them was another story.

"Why do you hate Mya so much? Everyone else seems to like her. Why are you so set on getting rid of her? What did she ever do to you?"

When she didn't answer I only became more aggravated. "No answer, huh? Imagine that! The famous, crowd-pleasing, and self-absorbed Camilla Thompson has nothing to say?!"

The car only filled with more silence, making me even angrier. "Why are you trying so hard to take away the one person I've ever actually loved?!"

As soon as the final question left my mouth, my mother turned away from her window and locked eyes with me. She looked sad, and in her eyes she looked almost regretful. An emotion I had never seen in my mother's stone cold irises.

For the next few minutes the tension in the car between us could be cut with a knife. I had never been so candid about my emotions with my mother out of fear she'd use it against me.

But either way my little outburst seemed to silence and shock her. She looked to be debating whether to say the next line, but she ended up doing just that.

"You really do love her, don't you?" She questioned lowly, like the realization was finally settling in.

How could she possibly not see it before?

I had calmed down and took a deep breath before I sighed. "I really do."

She remained quiet, almost like she was thoroughly thinking over what to say next.

"Alright. I'll tell you the real reason behind my behavior since I met Amaya Dawson. You're not going to like it, but you need to know. It's time you knew."

By the sound of her serious tone, I didn't know if I really wanted to hear this, but my curiosity got the best of me.

"I'm ready to hear it." I admitted, waiting for her to finally come clean.

"I'll tell you everything. But first you need to know you are going the wrong way."

I scoffed. "How would you even know that?"

"Because I am having

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