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Chapter 101

Author: Dchenemi
last update Last Updated: 2024-09-15 21:37:47
In that safe house, Amelia and I had a weird relationship, I wasn't sure it was classified as friendship but it was something.

She was unpredictable, funny and she was comfortable. I wasn't sure when it began, probably on the third day after she woke up when she called me Rome for the first time, or maybe it was in the second week we had spent together. I knew Amelia and I had grown closer than friends.

I'd never been understood or been that close to a woman before.

It came with a feeling I didn't expect.

One that made me realize after one month of living in that safe house with her, that if I didn't let her go back to her life…it would span from months to years and eventually, I would have to stop lying to her about the people who took her, I would drag her deeper into a world she knew nothing about.

After finding out they took her accidentally, mistaking the poor woman for the heiress of the Guerreros who had died years back all because her mother bore a similar name…

Dchenemi

Guys, I'm on a thin fucking thread at this point. Yet, breaking down is not an option

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