I felt my breath catch in my throat. "Are you saying our family is involved in organized crime?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Alexander's lips curved into a humorless smile. "That's putting it mildly," he said. "The Guerrero family is one of the most influential crime syndicates in Italy. Our grandfather, King Guerrero, was known as 'Il Re Ombra' - The Shadow King. He controlled everything from illegal gambling to international weapons trafficking,"My mind reeled at this information. It seemed impossible that my mother - the woman who had raised me, who had taught me to paint and to appreciate beauty in the world - could have come from such a background."But... my mom wasn't like that," I protested weakly. "She was an artist, a gentle soul," But even as I spoke the words I knew they weren't true. Trenton stepped forward then, his face etched with sympathy. "Your mother was indeed an artist, Miss Amelia. But she was also a product of her upbringing. The Guerrero family
After what felt like hours of intense conversation, I finally stood up from the chair, my legs slightly wobbly from sitting for so long. The weight of everything I had learned pressed down on me, making even the simple act of standing feel like a monumental effort."I need to head out," I announced, my voice sounding strangely hollow in the quiet room. "I have... plans."Right. I had to meet up with Jessica, get my hair done. Now that seemed to be the least of my worries, there was so much more on my mind now and perhaps part of me was regretting demanding to know the truth. Would it have been easier to just be ignorant? Alexander rose as well, his movements fluid and graceful in a way that I now recognized as the result of years of training. "I should be going too," he said, his green eyes - so similar to my own - studying my face carefully. "But Amelia, I want you to know that I'm here for you. If you need anything, anything at all, just let me know. We're family, after all,"Fam
AMELIA As I stood in front of the full-length mirror, my breath caught in my throat. The woman staring back at me was familiar yet strangely new. My once dark limp locks had been transformed into a stunning shade of warm blonde with faint curls, the color seeming to catch and reflect the light in a way that made my whole face glow. It framed my face perfectly, softening my features while simultaneously making them appear more defined. "Oh my god, Amelia!" Jessica gasped beside me, her eyes wide with awe. "You look absolutely incredible! I mean, you were always gorgeous, but this... this is next level!" Jessica complimented, her eyes taking me in like she hadn't seen me in years. I couldn't help but smile, running my fingers through my newly blonde hair. It felt softer somehow, and the way it moved seemed almost magical. "I love it," I admitted, a sense of satisfaction settling over me. "It's so different, but in the best way possible," I heard myself say as I admired my reflection.
"Greece?" I called out again, rising from my seat as the disheveled young woman stumbled towards our table. Her usually impeccable appearance was in disarray - her dark hair mussed, her clothes wrinkled, and her eyes wide with a mix of fear and relief. I watched as her legs and fingers trembled, she looked lost…the sight of her in that state made me worry, it also reminded me of myself. As she reached us, I opened my arms instinctively, and Greece practically fell into my embrace. Her body shook with silent sobs as she clung to me, her fingers digging into my back as if I were a lifeline in a stormy sea. I held her tightly, my worry growing with each passing second."Shh, it's okay," I murmured, running a soothing hand down her back. "You're safe now. Whatever it is, we'll figure it out together," I promised in a low voice, feeling a sharp pang in my chest the longer I felt her tears soak through my shirt. What exactly was going on with her? What could've caused her to end up in suc
As we pulled up to the imposing gates of the Roman’s mansion, I felt Greece's anxiety radiating from her in tangible waves. I gave her hand a reassuring squeeze as we stepped out of our respective cars. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the manicured lawn as we made our way up the winding driveway.The sun was already setting, the day had gone by in a flash yet it was one of the hardest days I've had to power through since I woke up. In just one day I have learnt that my mother was a crime lord's heir and she made a lot of enemies. And now there was Greece…being treated like shit by her mother by reasons only best known to Victoria Wellington. Who would treat their child this way? Put them through such emotional torture…or are parents like that more common than I think? After all, my father has done worse to me…"Come on," I said softly, guiding Greece through the entrance. "Let's get you settled in,"The young woman reminded me so much of myself, maybe that was why
As Roman stepped into the kitchen, I felt a sudden tension coil in my stomach. His eyes swept over the scene, lingering on Greece before settling on me. I couldn't help but notice how his gaze lingered, perhaps taking in my new blonde hair.Or maybe it was something else. He looked at me like he was unable to look away and I heldy breath, waiting for whatever it was he wanted to do…or say. "I... I brought dinner," Roman finally said, lifting a bag I hadn't noticed before. The scent of something delicious wafted from it, and I felt a pang of surprise and warmth at the gesture. It was something he had never done before, at least not since I'd lost my memories.Dinner? Damn it, why was he being so…so… "Oh," I said, caught off guard. "That's very thoughtful of you, Roman. We've actually just finished cooking, but we can save what you brought for tomorrow. It won't go to waste," I replied in the most steady voice I could muster, unsure of why I was feeling slightly bad that I made dinn
The next morning, after Roman had left for the office, Greece and I found ourselves curled up on the plush sofa in the living room, a bowl of popcorn between us and a lighthearted romantic comedy playing on the massive TV screen just like the last time she'd been here. It was a welcome distraction from the heavy thoughts that had been plaguing both of us."I can't believe he actually said that!" Greece giggled, throwing a piece of popcorn at the screen as the male lead delivered a particularly cheesy line.I laughed along with her, feeling a warmth in my chest at seeing her so relaxed and carefree. It was a stark contrast to the frightened, trembling girl I'd encountered yesterday. "I know, right? Who writes this stuff?" I mused, watching as the female lead in the movie got emotional and fell for the cheesy line. “Ugh…” Greece groaned, laughing even as she grimaced, “Remind me again why we picked this movie?”I threw my head back with laughter, enjoying the expression she had on. “Y
JESSICAThe cool evening breeze rustled through my newly dyed hair as I made my way back to St. Mary's Hospital for my night shift. I felt refreshed after my day off, but a nagging worry tugged at the back of my mind. Greece was Roman's sister, I did not know her that well but we'd run into each other a few times due to the fact that our families were somewhat involved. I always imagined her to be the baby of the family, the pampered one and Roman the one who all their expectations eere out on. But it seemed Roman's parents were just really shitty people. Because why the fuck do they treat their kids that way? But then again, am I in any position to judge? I felt a pang of guilt as my thoughts drifted in that direction, I tried to brutal those thoughts, just like I have for the past five years…bury it so fucking deep that it wouldn't resurface. As I pushed through the staff entrance, the familiar antiseptic smell hit me, instantly transporting me back into work mode. I nodded at