AMELIA'S POV I prepared myself for what seemed to have been the verdict that I had given myself before anything could even happen. I was standing right in front of his door, fidgeting instead of actually knocking. After staying for a few minutes, I raised my shaky hand and tapped lightly on the door. “Come in.” He ordered and I gulped before slowly pushing the door open. He was seated in a calm manner, his pen drastically dancing away on the sheet of paper that he duly concentrated on. Standing next to him was his assistant whom I didn't know his name yet. “Good morning, sir.” My greeting came out more like a squeak. At first, he paid me no attention and that increased my anxiety.Is he perhaps still mad at me? I mean who wouldn't be? I disrespected him yesterday. I stood for what seemed to have been minutes already yet none of the men was addressing me. I was on my heels for goodness sake. Even though the heels were not supposed to cause me pain, my situation actually mad
AMELIA'S POV.Just within two minutes, the dinner was already set for both of us and I was sitting opposite him, my back against the transparent wall. I would have sincerely loved to sit opposite so I could see the lights of the city. I nervously watched as Mr Alessandro went through the menu skillfully — almost like he had nothing to lose. Well, he didn't. He passed the menu to me afterwards and I blinked at him cluelessly. “Choose any that you prefer.” He instructed and I lowered my eyes after muttering a thank you. My eyes almost popped right out of their sockets. Two thousand dollars? For what? A single meal? I tried looking for any meal that was less expensive but none was less than two thousand dollars. “Just choose one, Amelia.” He interrupted my thoughts with a drowsy voice and I pointed my finger at just anyone. After the waiter left, I shifted closer to my boss to express my surprise. I would have really appreciated it if he had given me cash instead. “These
ALESSANDRO'S POV. The driver was about to hand over the keys to me but I stopped him, “You can take it home for tonight. Come back as early as possible tomorrow. Also, have your phone close to you. Plans for tomorrow might change so you need to be prepared.” I instructed him. “Yes, Boss. Goodnight.” He bowed his head and walked towards his quarter while I headed inside the mansion where Mike happened to have been waiting for me. “Welcome sir.” He greeted me with a smile on his face which I rarely saw and I knew why. I nodded and took off the jacket that I was wearing. “How was the date, sir?” “It wasn't a date. It's not a date if she hasn't agreed to it yet.” I replied grumpily and continued walking to the rooftop where I could see the lights of the city. Mike pulled out a glass of whiskey and gave it to me after filling it in my presence. He handed me a cigarette stick and lit the bottom for me. I took my seat and sipped from whiskey. “I agree, sir.
AMELIA'S POVI finished dressing up and carried my things happily as I walked to the door. Since I had planned my day out, I had no issues carrying out my tasks. I needed to be in the company by 7:00 am but as soon as I opened the door, I met Luca standing close to his car, leaning against it with his head bowed. He only raised his head when he noticed that I had gotten out of the house. I had intentionally been avoiding his calls and messages ever since that day when he embarrassed me in public by going against my new found job rather than congratulating me. I locked my door and decided to ignore him instead but he rushed up to me, seeking my apology as he grabbed my arm gently. “Amelia…listen, please, don't leave me like that. Please, I have been trying to reach out to you for some time now but you have been denying me any access whatsoever…” “And what gives you the right, huh? What makes you think that I am simply just going to give you access back into my life? Oh, do y
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
CHAPTER 101Amelia’s pulse quickened as Vincent arched a brow at her. She had rushed down the stairs in a flurry, her mind tangled in knots over Luca’s sudden curiosity about their so-called engagement and wanting a solution or an answer. He was walking ahead as if he was going to face the battle himself, so why this sudden stop?He was staring at her, almost like she was some kind of his own property. Now, standing in front of Vincent, she felt trapped between the walls of deceit they had built around her. "What happened? Why aren't you... moving?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.Vincent exhaled a cloud of smoke, his cigarette dangling loosely between his fingers. He studied Amelia with a cold amusement, then shrugged. “I changed my mind." "Huh?" "Hmm. Tell him whatever you need to. Just make it believable.” "Just because he lost his memories doesn't mean he is dumb." She argued back. "Anything would work, trust me. As long as it's you, he is likel
CHAPTER 100Luca was finally discharged from the hospital and brought back to the grand family mansion where Vincent and Isabelle resided. The atmosphere inside the mansion was thick with tension even before Amelia stepped through the door. Everywhere screamed Mafia — it was twice the coldness she felt when she first visited Alessandro months ago. There were men stationed around, black cars and jeeps packed everywhere. It felt as if she wouldn't be allowed to step outside this place once she was in. It was another new world on its own. The moment she stepped into the house while ignoring the way Luca had clung to her, Isabelle’s sharp gaze landed on her like a blade. "You — What are you doing here?” Isabelle’s voice was a sneer, her arms crossed tightly. Her cold eyes swept over Amelia, filled with disdain. “Are you seriously trying to kill two birds with one stone? First my fiance, now my brother? You’re quite ambitious, aren’t you?”Amelia felt a pang in her chest, but before
Chapter 99Vincent strode into the hospital room, his polished shoes clicking softly against the tiled floor. His sharp gaze swept over his son lying on the bed, eyes closed, appearing as though he were still in a deep state of recovery. But Vincent knew better.Luca’s eyes fluttered open at the sound of the door, and he turned his head slightly to acknowledge his father’s presence.“How are you feeling?” Vincent asked, his voice smooth but carrying an undercurrent of something unreadable.Luca groaned, pressing a hand to his head. “Like I actually got hit by a truck.”Vincent chuckled lightly, the corners of his lips curling. “Well, technically, you did. Just not as hard as it could have been.”Luca shot him an unimpressed look but remained silent.Just then, the door creaked open again, interrupting their discussion. Vincent cleared his throat and had his firm face back on.Amelia stepped in. She had been sitting beside Luca for hours, but now she looked up at Vincent expectantly.“
Chapter 98Amelia stared at Vincent, her brows furrowing at his sudden request."May I also request that Alessandro not be aware of this?"The words hung in the air like an unspoken warning. Amelia’s chest tightened.“Huh?” she blurted out, her confusion evident.She then shook her head, showing that she didn't get it. "What is that supposed to mean?"Vincent’s sharp gaze didn’t waver. Instead, he exhaled, as if he had anticipated her reaction. “It’s important,” he said, lowering his voice. “You have to understand, Alessandro knowing this will only complicate things. Right now, Luca is vulnerable, and we don’t need any interference.”Amelia crossed her arms. “Interference?” she repeated, her tone laced with suspicion. “Why would Alessandro care about this? Why should I even hide it from him?”Vincent tilted his head, scrutinizing her before he finally sighed. “I know who you are, Amelia.”Amelia’s heart skipped a beat.Vincent continued, his voice calm but firm. “I know you and A
CHAPTER 97Amelia’s eyes widened.“Are you out of your mind?” she whispered.Alessandro tilted his head, "What do you mean?" "Did you even listen to what you just said?" "Yes, I said we should go back quickly and get your things away from Luca's apartment."Amelia stared at Alessandro in disbelief, his words ringing in her ears."Did you just say that?" Her voice was sharp, edged with shock and frustration.Alessandro exhaled, running a hand through his dark hair, the gesture betraying his growing irritation. "Yes, I did. Why are you pretending not to understand?" "I am not pretending not to understand. I actually find it surprising that you seem like you can't read the room at all. Luca just had an accident..." "So what? Come on, Amelia. You know that Luca is not your responsibility, Amelia. He never was. You should come with me and let the hospital staff do their job. He has his father here with him, right?"Amelia scoffed, her arms crossing over her chest. "Are you e
CHAPTER 96The waiting room was suffocating. The silence, thick with unspoken words, felt heavier than the sterile air filling the hospital corridors. Amelia shifted in her seat, fingers clenching the hem of her sweater as she counted the seconds, the minutes.She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when one of Vincent’s bodyguards approached him, whispering something urgent into his ear.Vincent’s expression darkened instantly.“What did you just say?” His voice, calm yet deadly, sent a ripple of tension through the room.The bodyguard hesitated before repeating, “Sir, Miss Isabelle is in a dangerous place.”Amelia stiffened. Isabelle?Vincent's hand curled into a fist. For the first time since arriving, there was a crack in his composure. His lips pressed into a hard line, the kind of expression a man wore right before issuing a death sentence.“She is in danger? And you all are still here?! Where exactly?” His voice was sharper now.“She was caught in an altercation, but I got the
CHAPTER 95.Amelia rushed out of the cab after managing to pay the driver. Her face was flushed and she was finding it hard to breathe stably. She tried calling Mia on her way down to the hospital to give her the news but she wasn't answering. But regardless she knew that she needed to be there for him. The hospital was a battlefield of urgency. Why at this moment though? It was almost as if it was the end of the world and people were trying to run around for survival kits. "Did all bad incidents for the month happen today?" She couldn't help but wonder as she kind of sorted her way. Amelia pushed her way through the crowded hallways, her breath coming in short gasps. The air smelled of antiseptic, blood, and something metallic—fear, maybe. Nurses and doctors rushed in all directions, pushing gurneys with bloodied patients, calling out for supplies, and barking orders.She tried speaking to a nurse in scrubs, who barely spared her a glance before disappearing behind a set of
CHAPTER 94Amelia had barely woken up when her phone buzzed beside her on the bed. Still groggy, she grabbed it, squinting at the caller ID. Alessandro.Her fingers brushed through her eyes before answering. "Hello?” "Amelia.” Alessandro’s voice was urgent, his tone leaving no room for pleasantries. “You need to leave today.”Amelia sat up, her heart skipping a beat. “What? Why? You didn't tell me that there would be a change of plan.” "I am sorry. That was my fault. I also wasn't expecting the sudden change. Mike will come and pick you up by 6 pm today. I’ve arranged a place for you—somewhere safe. No one will find you there.”She swallowed, the sudden shift unsettling her. “Why now? What’s going on?”Alessandro exhaled sharply. “Things are escalating. I can’t risk you being here when it all comes crashing down.”The seriousness in his voice made her stomach tighten. Whatever was happening, it wasn’t good. "You're making me scared, Alessandro." "I am sorry." "So,
CHAPTER 93Luca stepped into his father’s study, his every move controlled and calculated. He had spent years perfecting the art of keeping his emotions in check, but the moment he locked eyes with Vincent, the anger simmering beneath his skin threatened to rise. "Can we get to the root of the issue?" "That's rude. Not even a good morning?" Vincent chuckled dryly but Luca was having none of it. "Morning — because there is nothing good about the morning," Luca answered and Vincent nodded, agreeing with what his son had said. Vincent leaned back in his chair, the very image of ease, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You are right. There is nothing good about the morning. Regardless, to me, you’re eager. It's not as if you are going to be this eager to agree with my wishes; if that had been the case, I wouldn't have minded,” he noted, tilting his head slightly. “I expected you to at least have breakfast before storming into my study.”Luca’s jaw clenched. “I’m not here for pl