AMELIA'S POV Just like I expected, I arrived at the company ten minutes past seven. Immediately I got out of the elevator, I met Bonny on my way. “You're just coming to work, how sane of you. It's just your second day at work and yet here you are, unable to even live up to that which you have signed up for.” Bonny shunned me with her harsh words and hit my shoulder with hers as she walked past me. I was stunned. Apart from the fact that my mood was already ruined by Luca’s words this morning, she was about to start hers. Was this a temptation from the universe or a trial from my enemies to make me lose my only source of income? Fighting in the company was highly prohibited and so were insults and shades. The consequences were red enough — it led to such an employee getting sacked by the company's management. “Anyway, come here. I have some works for you to do.” She said with pride as she pulled her swivel chair, turned it around and sat on it midways. She crossed her le
CHAPTER 12. AMELIA'S POV “What are you doing, sir?” I couldn't help but ask him. “You sprained your ankle which means that you can't walk, right? As your boss, it's going to inhumane for me to let you crawl or limp to your office so I am carrying you instead.” He replied and indeed carried me to one of the couches inside the office where he gently placed me on. It wasn't serious that much…at least not for me. I had sprained my ankles a few times and came out victorious.He walked away from my sight and went to get some things. Then he knelt on a knee in front of me and placed his hand above my ankle. I had to stop him because this was getting…too unexpected, I think? He was my boss for crying out loud. “Mr Alessandro, I don't think this is appropriate. You don't need to do this. It's just a an ordinary sprain. It doesn't require this much attention. You don't need to stress yourself over it.” I tried to disengage him from the act but he paused and looked at me. His lo
AMELIA'S POV "I meant No, I am not going to sack you." How did he even figure out what I was thinking? "I was just asking you because I wanted to know if you know what your job entails and if you're indeed ready to do so." The pay was huge so of course, I was ready to do what my job entailed. "I don't mind being put through, Mr Alessandro. I am ready to do what my work entails. I am a very dedicated and hardworking person. I don't joke with whatever has been put into my care." I sounded determined. The aim was to get his trust in me after all. "Alright then. If you're going to become my secretary fully and finally get to work the job in which you're getting paid for, then we need to change a few things about you. Mike will see you later about it. Whenever your ankle gets healed, I will take you shopping. We have to change your wardrobe. Your aesthetic has to match mine and I hope you're prepared for whatever is to come." I nodded vigorously and he smirke
ALESSANDRO'S POV "You could just allow us to pass, Alessandro. Questo affare deve essere risolto in fretta.(This deal needs to be resolved quickly.)" The man pleaded profusely, his hands which were hooked to each other and placed in front of me to show how serious he was. I looked up from my phone with a frown, clearly displeased that my attention was being interrupted. I was watching my principassa's latest posts on her social media pages. Yeah, I was following all her social media posts with an unknown account — I just wanted to ensure that she was okay, nothing else. " La tua merce deve attraversare i miei confini.(Your goods need to pass through my boundaries.) You should have informed me before but you thought you're smart, didn't you? How is it playing on you now? I miei confini non sono un passaggio libero, Ethan(My boundaries are not a free passage, Ethan.)" He shook his head while waving his hands to show disagreement to the statement I made. "Not at all. I di
AMELIA'S POV CHAPTER 15. I sighed in exhaustion as I flipped the pages of the document, ensuring that there were no mistakes in my arrangement. When I was done with that, I put the document down, pushing it to the side as I focused on my screen instead. I was busy all through the day, fixing Mr Alessandro's schedules and meetings. This man was fully packed! "How does he even manage to get the needed rest if this is how he works every time?" I couldn't help but ask myself in bafflement. Mike had given me an access to what he called CLIENTS' DIAGRAM and I spent a few days going through them thoroughly. If there was one thing that I had learned in the course of my work as Mr Alessandro's secretary, it was that he was going to rely heavily on me for updates regarding these people so it was my duty to ensure that I presented full details about them whenever required. I did notice that these clients were older men and they all seemed to be doing almost the same job with the title "
ALESSANDRO'S POVI was more than excited to have her here with me in my mansion. I had dreamed of this day that I would bring her. I wanted to flaunt my possessions indirectly and I was glad that I got the reaction that I needed off her. Her surprised face every time she saw something unexpected got my soul dancing. I entered the kitchen after changing my clothes. I watched her for a few seconds before deciding to speak so she wouldn't think that I was crazy or being weird. "Settling in?” I asked with a smirk..She stood straight while still holding onto the refrigerator. “Yes, sir. Just… getting a feel for everything.” "Good.I trust you’ll make something… memorable.”I saw her flinched a bit, her eyes darted towards the refrigerator briefly and then they landed on me again. She didn't respond so I pushed my body up from the leaning position that I had placed it at. "Aren't you prepared for tonight, Amelia? Do you need some time?" "Uhm...not really...but kind
AMELIA'S POV.I watched him leave hurriedly with his right-hand man while I tried to come up with a recipe for him. He said I should prepare whatever I deem fit, right? So, I decided to go for something simple. Something that wouldn't put me into trouble or embarrass me. Immediately I turned on the burner, there was thunder from outside and that caused me to frown. I moved closer to the window and pulled the curtains aside. "Oh, it is about to rain?" I mumbled. Maybe if I was fast with preparing the dinner, I could get home before it started. Then I returned to the burner but then turned it off. I wasn't sure if Mr. Alessandro had an allergy or if there was a spice that he didn't like eating, and I figured out it was important that I should know, so I went to look for him. I wasn't sure which path he took because this was a huge mansion, but somehow, I was able to find my way after taking a corner. Something else made me stop halfway with a frown. Mike and Mr. Alessandro were
AMELIA'S POV.The thunder rumbled for what seemed to be the fourth time in a row. I was leaning by the window side, still inside Mr Alessandro's bedroom. I would have preferred taking a walk around the mansion, more like sightseeing but I wasn't in the mood to. My emotions were currently in pieces now and I could hardly think correctly. I expected the rain to stop an hour after it started but to my surprise, for the next three hours, it kept raining heavily. Maybe I wouldn't be able to go home like Mr Alessandro said. Speaking of him, I hadn't seen him since he left hours ago. I guessed he had his business to attend to. A few minutes later, the door opened and he entered with a large tray filled with different meals. I was stunned and walked up to assist him. "Mr Alessandro... where did you..." "It seems like the rain isn't going to stop any moment soon and you must be hungry..."Yes, I was. "So, I had my butler come tonight to prepare the meal. I am a bad cook, and
CHAPTER 88Amelia’s heart was still racing from the scene she had just witnessed. The stranger’s sudden visit had clearly rattled Luca, and no amount of his casual charm could hide the tension in his eyes. As he returned from the doorstep, shutting the door a little too quickly, Amelia decided to press gently. "Luca?" Her voice was soft, concerned, almost hesitant.He looked up, wearing that easy smile she had seen so many times before. "Yeah?"She took a careful step closer. "Is everything okay? You look tensed. Who was that person?"His jaw tightened, just for a second, but it was enough for her to notice. "Just some business. Nothing for you to worry about."The way he dismissed her question so casually made her stomach twist. "Business? At this hour? That's strange. Are you sure you're alright, Luca? One thing you can never do is to perfectly hide from me. You seemed… tense." She repeated. Luca chuckled, brushing past her like the conversation didn’t matter. "I am alright. T
CHAPTER 87Amelia's heart slammed against her ribs. No… not already.She froze mid-step, the weight of the accusation dragging her breath short. This couldn’t be happening. Not yet. She hadn’t even made it through a full day with Luca. Had she found her out?Her palms grew slick with sweat, and her eyes darted around for any way to spin this, any lie that could salvage the situation.But then… silence.Her eyes cautiously shifted toward the source of the voice, her pulse thudding against her throat. But lucky her!Luca wasn’t even looking at her. His back was turned, phone pressed against his ear. He was talking to someone else.The breath she didn’t realize she was holding slipped out in a quiet exhale. God, get a grip, Amelia.Her overactive imagination was going to ruin her before the mission even began.Swallowing the lump in her throat, she composed herself and crossed the room, careful not to draw attention to her sudden relief. Luca ended the call and turned to face her with a
CHAPTER 86THIRD PERSON'S POV Amelia stood outside Luca’s penthouse, her suitcase resting heavily beside her. Her shoulders slumped under the weight of exhaustion—physical, emotional, and psychological. The plan was set in motion, but it didn’t make the act of deceiving Luca any easier. "God help me." She muttered and wiped at her cheeks, smudging tears that weren’t entirely fake and took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell.Luca opened the door within seconds, his sharp features softening at the sight of her. His brows furrowed as his gaze scanned her messy hair, the dark circles beneath her eyes, and her trembling lips. "Amelia?” His voice was low, almost disbelieving. “What are you doing here? What happened? Why are you like this?" Without giving him the chance to hesitate, she threw herself into his arms. Her body shook with carefully crafted sobs. “You were right, Luca,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Everything you said about Alessandro… it’s true.”Luca’s
CHAPTER 85.AMELIA'S POV “No.” I shook my head, my voice firm. “Absolutely not.” “Amelia—” “Are you insane?” I cut him off, standing up. “You want me to go back to him? Are you even listening to yourself right now, Alessandro? You could have just said that you wanted to get engaged to Isabelle instead of telling me to do such a thing.” "Amelia..." He tried to hold my hand but I decided to step back as I continued my words of anger towards him. "What do you even mean by I have to go back to Luca? As what? I wasn't even dating him, so in which manner am I going back to him? Make it make sense! We are nothing but friends, which I have managed to keep that way, so what the hell are you even saying?" "Amelia!" He half yelled and my eyes widened. But then his voice turned soft afterward, "Can you please listen to me without jumping to conclusions? You could have just easily asked me why I said that instead of responding this way."Okay, he was right about that. I clear
CHAPTER 84AMELIA'S POVI smiled as I watched my sister on the screen, her voice filling my quiet room with an energy I had missed. “…and then, Amelia, you won’t believe it! My professor actually said my paper was the best in class. Can you imagine? Me? The best in class?!”I chuckled, shaking my head. “Of course, I can imagine it. You’ve always been smart, Val.”She beamed. “Come on, don't call me that. It makes me feel shy."I shook my head, enjoying the teasing. "I can call you by any name that I want, darling. Momma gave you that name in her journal." "Blessed be the day you came across the name. I even thought you'd forgotten about it." "I have the sharpest memories, darling." "Of course." She rolled her eyes sarcastically while I sighed. "Anyway, it feels so good to hear it from someone else. I worked my ass off for that paper.” She let out a sigh and leaned back on her bed. The background of her dorm room looked slightly messy, with clothes tossed on t
CHAPTER 83Isabelle’s heels clicked against the polished marble floors of her family’s grand estate as she walked in, her fury barely contained. She had stormed out of the restaurant, furious at Alessandro for daring to think he could dictate the terms of their engagement.Although she had expected that he would play this kind of game with her considering the research she had done regarding who this Amelia girl was. However, hearing it from him today only infuriated her the more. She wasn't in love with Alessandro before. When he had come to her father's place to seek help years ago, she had only seen him as a young boy who wouldn't last long in this field. But then, all of a sudden, her father made a condition that he was going to marry her after getting engaged. Isabelle, thinking it was all a joke that wouldn't even come to pass, assured Alessandro that she was going to cut off the engagement later as her father wouldn't be able to go ahead and do anything else to her if she was
CHAPTER 82. Alessandro sat at the reserved table in an exclusive, dimly lit restaurant, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished wood. The weight of the situation pressed down on him, but he had already made up his mind. This had to end. Isabelle had to let him go. He would be careful with his words, but he wouldn’t back down.When the restaurant door swung open, Alessandro immediately recognized Isabelle’s presence before even seeing her. She had an aura of control, of dominance. She walked in like she owned the place, her designer heels clicking sharply against the floor. Dressed in a fitted red dress that hugged her body in all the right places, she smirked as she spotted him. “Alessandro,” she greeted, her voice dripping with fake sweetness as she took a seat across from him. “I was almost worried you wouldn’t show.”Alessandro didn’t respond to the teasing in her tone. Instead, he cut straight to the point. “We need to end this engagement, Isabelle.”Her smirk fa
CHAPTER 81Alessandro had never been the type of man to chase after someone.People came to him. People feared him. People listened when he spoke.But Amelia was different.For days, she had ignored him. She refused to speak to him, refused to give him a chance to explain, and it was driving him insane. He had never felt this helplessness in his life.So, tonight, he decided that enough was enough.He knocked on her door firmly, his heart pounding in a way that made him feel ridiculous. “Amelia, please.” His voice was low, pleading. “I need to talk to you.”Silence.He exhaled sharply, pressing his forehead against the door. "Fine,” he muttered. “I’ll stay here all night if I have to.”Still, no answer.Alessandro wasn’t bluffing. If she didn’t open the door, he would actually sleep on the floor outside her room.A few minutes passed before the door creaked open just a little. Amelia peeked out, her expression unreadable. “You’re being ridiculous,” she whispered.Alessandro
CHAPTER 80For days, Amelia had ignored Alessandro.She avoided his calls, refused to answer his messages, and made sure to stay out of his way whenever he was around. She wasn’t ready to hear whatever excuse he had for keeping his engagement from her. She needed time to process everything—to figure out what she really wanted.But Alessandro wasn’t giving up.Mike had told her multiple times that Alessandro wanted to speak to her, but she always shut him down before he could say anything more. She knew Alessandro was furious about the silent treatment, but she didn’t care. She was angry, too. She had every right to. This morning was no different. Amelia sat in the living room, staring blankly at her phone, contemplating whether she should just pack up and leave when the front door opened.A woman stepped in like she owned the place.She was tall, strikingly beautiful, and dressed in an expensive coat that screamed elegance and wealth. Her dark eyes swept across the room until they la