CHAPTER 32AMELIA'S POV "This is so weird! Now I am confused instead. I've never been when it comes to the issue of the heart." Mia said with her left hand on my shoulder while her right-hand middle finger was pointed back to her chest to emphasize the "heart." I rolled my eyes tiredly and gently pushed her away as I went to sit on my bed. "I just don't get it, make it make sense to me." I pulled closer to me a pillow and made it rest on my lap while I stared at Mia for any more doodle analysis from her side. "At first, we thought that the boss seemed to be interested in you, but now it is his assistant. Bae, you're a hot cake." She squealed and jumped up in excitement but I could not understand the excitement. "Let us be serious, Mia. I am more than confused, okay? What should I do?" "Maybe we are just overthinking the issue; It could be that his handwriting is just similar to the notes, don't you think so too? People can have similar handwriting."I shook
AMELIA'S POVCHAPTER 33. When we arrived at the hotel, I couldn’t help but be impressed. The place was luxurious, with polished marble floors, gleaming chandeliers, and a sleek, modern design that gave it an air of sophistication. I wasn't that surprised to know that he was a major investor in the hotel. Mr Alessandro led the way to the reception desk. "One suite, please," he said smoothly, his face stern like it was whenever he was facing I watched as the receptionist handed him a key card. "Mr. Alessandro, your suite is ready. We hope you have a pleasant stay," the receptionist said, her voice a little too sweet as she handed him the key.Alessandro nodded, his smile was professional but distant. He turned toward me. "Come with me."As we walked toward the elevators, I felt a little out of place in the opulence of the surroundings. I wasn’t used to staying in places like this, and the grandeur made me feel like an outsider. But working with Mr Alessandro meant that I was going
CHAPTER 34.THIRD PERSON'S POV.The ride back to the hotel was calm yet Amelia felt like it was so unsettling. Alessandro had this look on his face that scared boredom but at the same time, it didn't look like he was bored. Anger perhaps? Amelia was tense regardless. She would catch herself stealing a glance at this man once in a while to see if he had that same fixated expression, and yes, he did. Alessandro would quickly change his head direction whenever he was about to steal a glance at her but from the corner of his eyes, he could see her turning his way. He was struggling so hard not laying his eyes on her. They arrived at the hotel with Alessandro leading the way in huge strides while Amelia followed him timidly. Alessandro ordered room service when they got inside the bedroom—a bottle of wine and dinner. "Let's eat," Alessandro spoke out for the first time since they left the venue. He took off his shirt and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. "Hmm," Amelia
CHAPTER 35AMELIA'S POVBy the time I woke up the next morning, Mr... Alessandro was nowhere to be found. The curtains were still closed making the room a bit darker even though it was already past seven in the morning. I picked up my phone and decided to reply to the messages that I could not since I arrived. Alessandro's message dropped in after turning on my wifi. "I had to leave this morning with Mike. It was urgent. It might take a while for me to get back so you might as well have fun today. I have surprises for you."Really? I muttered. Just then, the doorbell rang and I stood up to answer it. "Good morning, Miss Amelia. Mr Alessandro requested that we have this sent to you." "Oh, thank you." "You're welcome."I stood at the door to my hotel room, staring down at the envelope in my hands. It was simple, unassuming—cream-colored paper with my name written in neat, elegant handwriting. No sender, no company logo. Just my name.Sliding my finger under the s
CHAPTER 36THIRD PERSON'S POVAlessandro leaned back in his chair. He tapped the edge of his phone against the wood, his mind briefly wandering to Amelia. He hated that he had to leave her in the hotel earlier that morning because of a sudden emergency that he needed to take care of. Her smile had been etched in his thoughts all day, a distraction he couldn't afford, especially now. It'd been a few days and he was dying to see her. The emergency call had been inconvenient but necessary. He glanced at his watch, the ticking second hand reminding him that time was always against him.A sharp knock echoed through the room. "Enter," Alessandro said, his voice cold and commanding.One of his men stepped in, dragging a trembling figure behind him. The man—a middle-tier associate in Alessandro's network—was shoved forward and landed on his knees. Mike stood beside him with a gun pointed at the man's head. Just a simple pull of the trigger would send his brain flying out of his head. Seein
CHAPTER 37AMELIA'S POVThe city lights sparkled like a thousand tiny stars, casting a dreamy glow on the streets as I walked back toward the hotel. The night air was cool against my skin, carrying a faint scent of rain that hadn’t yet fallen. It was quiet and peaceful even until I heard a familiar voice calling my name. "Amelia?”I turned, startled, and found myself staring at Luca. He was leaning casually against his car, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "What the hell?" I was at a loss for words as I eyed him from head to toe, unable to believe that he was standing right in front of me. "Luca? What are you doing here?” I asked, genuinely surprised. "I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing here? Moreover, you look like you’ve been wandering around aimlessly.”I chuckled nervously. “I guess I lost track of time. Just needed some air.” "Perfect. How about I buy you dinner then we can talk?” he offered, gesturing toward the pas
CHAPTER 38 AMELIA'S POVReturning to work after the trip was supposed to be a regular day, or so I thought. I pushed through the office doors, laptop bag in hand, and immediately felt the shift in the air. The glances. Intense, lingering, almost accusatory. It was as though everyone suddenly found me fascinating.I ignored it at first, heading towards the elevator with my confidence shaking like a bird inside the cold Pacific Ocean. Even the receptionist side at the top floor wasn't excluded from this weird behavior. Yet, the looks persisted. Whispers flitted just out of earshot. I finally settled down at my desk and dived into the morning’s tasks. My fingers hovered over my keyboard as I racked my brain for any clue as to what I might have done. Nothing came to mind.A little before ten, a receptionist from downstairs called. “Miss Amelia, there’s a delivery for you.”A delivery? Again? A mysterious delivery probably? Maybe this would be different. Confused but curious, I took the
CHAPTER 39AMELIA'S POV. I felt Alessandro's eyes on me, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Amelia, are you okay?” he asked, his voice calm but laced with concern.I forced myself to move, muttering a string of apologies. “I’m so sorry, sir. I— I didn’t mean to—” My words fumbled as I arranged the files once more, my fingers trembling as I gathered them. "Amelia.” His tone softened as he stood. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?” “Nothing!” I blurted, too quickly. I straightened up, clutching the files that he wanted me to have to my chest as if they could shield me from the truth that was unraveling in my mind. “I just... I wasn’t paying attention and I was being clumsy. I’m sorry.”I thought he had dropped the investigative questions earlier. His piercing gaze lingered on me, but he didn’t press further. “Alright,” he said after a beat. “The shipment you’ve been coordinating arrived this morning. I need you to finalize the meeting details with the team. You’ll be represen
CHAPTER 59AMELIA'S POV.I sat stiffly in the plush chair across from the woman who introduced herself as Maria. She had kind eyes and a soft smile, but I wasn’t fooled. Alessandro had sent me to her, and that alone made me wary.The memory of our earlier conversation was still fresh in my mind.[FLASHBACK]Alessandro had walked into my room that morning with his domineering presence. He was dressed in all black, as usual, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing a hint of the tattoo inked onto his skin. "What is it?" I calmly asked him. "I booked a session for you with a therapist,” he had said, his voice measured.I paused and then let out a cold laugh, shaking my head. “A therapist? I can't believe it. You must really think I’m mad.”His jaw tightened, but he didn’t snap at me. “That’s not what I think.” "Then why? Why would you do that if not because you think I appear foolish to you?” I folded my arms, leaning against the pillows. "Amelia, please don't twist my wor
CHAPTER 58.AMELIA'S POVThe sound of the piano playing softly from downstairs echoed through the quiet house. It was Alessandro’s idea to bring it into the room, even though I had refused to touch it for the past few days. Somehow, he figured out that I liked playing piano. It'd been a while since I played one and because I didn't personally have one, I neglected playing. He had arranged it carefully and placed it next to the large window in my bedroom, where the sunlight would filter in during the day.Yeah, I had my very own bedroom now, but it didn't feel private enough because I still had him intruding on my space. I could feel his presence even when he wasn’t in the room with me, his care almost suffocating me, making me more confused about my life. I was still trying to adjust. Adjust to the fact that I was trapped in his world. Trapped in his house and, perhaps more terrifyingly, in his life,e, I was going nowhere anytime soon. I didn’t want to acknowledge how much I noti
CHAPTER 57AMELIA'S POVI existed in silence.Days had passed, or maybe weeks—I couldn’t tell anymore. Time had lost meaning inside this gilded prison Alessandro called his mansion. The only certainty I had was the unbearable weight in my chest, the dull ache of hopelessness pressing against my ribs. I barely spoke. I barely moved.I was alive, but I wasn’t living. That was my situation actually. The first time I woke up in this place, I stared at the high, unfamiliar ceiling for hours, feeling a numbness settle deep within me. I remembered his words; he said he cared about me. I wasn't that sure if he understood what that meant because if he did, I wouldn't still be here. What mattered was that I wasn’t free.The first thing I did the day after was ask for my phone. No one answered me.The second thing I did was ask to leave. That request was denied.I had walked to the door in a daze, the world tilting slightly under my feet, but before I could even grasp the handle, Alessandro’s
CHAPTER 56Amelia’s consciousness stirred, her eyelids felt impossibly heavy for her to move, her body weak and sore as though she had been dragged through hell itself. Darkness blurred the edges of her memory, but sooner than she expected, fragments of the cruelty she had gone through in the hands of Zach started to resurface. She winced, her throat dry and raw, and as her senses slowly returned, she realized she wasn’t alone.The sound of deep, uneven breathing filled the room. She turned her head, her movements sluggish, and saw Alessandro sitting in a chair by the bed. His elbows rested on his knees, his head bowed, and his hands clasped tightly together. His face, etched with exhaustion, was unshaven, and the dark circles beneath his eyes spoke of sleepless nights.Amelia wasn't able to figure out things fully yet. "Where…” Amelia’s voice cracked, barely audible. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Where am I?”Alessandro’s head snapped up, his piercing eyes locking on
CHAPTER 55The car screeched to a halt in front of the emergency ward. Luca jumped out, carrying Amelia’s unconscious and bloodied body in his arms. His shirt was soaked with her blood, and his breathing was uneven, panic etched on his face. "Help! She’s losing too much blood!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the silent night. Two nurses and a doctor rushed out with a stretcher, immediately taking Amelia from him. "What's her condition?" one of the nurses asked as they hurriedly wheeled her inside. "She was in an accident — a fire accident," Luca said, trying to keep his voice steady. "She got hit on her head, and she’s been unconscious since then."The doctor nodded and gestured for Luca to follow. They moved swiftly, disappearing into the surgery wing. Luca tried to keep up but was stopped by another nurse at the door. "You’ll have to wait here, sir. We’ll update you as soon as we can," she said, her voice firm but kind.Luca sank into a nearby chair, running
CHAPTER 54The fire roared like an unrelenting beast, consuming the building in its entirety. Thick smoke billowed into the night sky, and the acrid smell of burning wood and chemicals stung Alessandro’s nose. He stood outside the blazing structure, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His heart hammered in his chest, screaming at him to go inside, even as Mike’s strong grip on his shoulder held him back. "Don’t do it, Mr Alessandro,” Mike said firmly, his voice barely audible over the roaring flames. “You’ll die if you go in there!” "She’s in there, Mike!” Alessandro snapped, shrugging off his grip. “I can’t leave her!” "You don’t know that for sure!” Mike countered, his eyes wide with desperation. "The fire is wild, sir. If you go inside, you will die!"The fire was blazing furiously — if Amelia was indeed inside the room, there was no way that she was still going to be alive. She would have been burnt down already. Also, if they didn't leave im
CHAPTER 53Third Person’s POVThe night was oppressive, shrouded in stillness that mirrored Alessandro’s turmoil. He paced back and forth in the room, his fists clenching and unclenching as he replayed every detail they had uncovered so far. The pieces fit together too perfectly. Mike entered quietly, holding a tablet displaying a map of Zach’s property. “We’ve confirmed increased activity around his house. Guards moving in shifts, additional surveillance. If she’s anywhere, it’s there.”Alessandro stopped pacing, his sharp gaze locking on the screen. “Then we’re done waiting.” "Are you sure about this, Boss?” Mike hesitated. “Zach’s not an idiot. He’ll be prepared.” "If you ever ask that question again until we are done with this, Mike, you'll regret it." He threatened Mike and pushed him out of his way. Alessandro’s jaw tightened, "We move tonight.".....On the other side of the city, Amelia sat in her new prison—a small, sparsely furnished room with a single barred w
CHAPTER 52 “Well, well, what do we have here?”Her blood ran cold. Zach.Amelia’s head snapped around, and her heart sank at the sight of him standing in the doorway, his arms crossed and a cruel smirk on his face. He held a tray of food in one hand, the other casually resting on the doorframe as if he had all the time in the world. "Going somewhere, Amelia?”She didn’t respond, panic surging through her veins. Desperately, she tried to push herself the rest of the way out, her movements frantic now. "Ah, ah, ah,” Zach said, setting the tray down and striding toward her. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”Before she could make it through, he grabbed her ankle, yanking her back into the room. Amelia let out a cry, her fingernails clawing at the windowsill as she tried to hold on, but his grip was too strong. She landed hard on the floor, her breath knocked out of her. "Did you really think you could get away?” Zach loomed over her, his expression dark and unreadab
CHAPTER 51Third Person POV[A few hours before the event] Alessandro paced the length of his office, his jaw tightening with each passing second. The rage simmering beneath his skin had grown unbearable these days. Days had passed, and there was still no sign of Amelia. Every avenue explored, every lead followed, had resulted in a dead end. He wanted to be patient, as he had been for a while,, to receive a call from Zac,h, but there was nothing. If he didn't act fast, the psycho could do something outrageous. He couldn’t sit idly anymore. His fingers drummed against his desk as an idea began to form in his mind. "Mike," Alessandro barked. Mike appeared instantly, standing at attention, ready for his orders. "Accept the invitation for the event. I want to see him. Tonight.”Mike hesitated. “You’re sure about that? He’s not the type to make things easy.” "Neither am I. Knowing how foolish he is, he is likely to want to mock me for what has happened. That way — we can eas