AMELIAAs 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
AMELIAOnce the clock struck ten pm, I knew it was going to be the worst night of my life. Amelia Grayson, EXPELLED. I read the email with tightly clenched fists, unable to stop the anger that spread through my chest. I spent two whole years working on my application, getting a fucking scholarship into the most prestigious university in the country and yet, I had just been expelled. The reasons? Nudity, leaving the hostel past curfew, stealing, bullying, and abusing fellow students both physically and verbally. “You got to be fucking kidding me,” I let out a shaky sigh, unable to contain my anger. The list went on and it had only one person’s name written on it. Bertha. My step-sister. My father’s illegitimate turned legitimate child and of course the family's golden child. I grabbed my phone from the table, still with the email open as I left my bedroom and stomped downstairs with a dark expression. Everything else, she could take away, everything else, she could steal fr
ROMANI knew it was going to be the worst evening in a while once the clock struck ten pm. My alarm rang and I blinked myself back to reality, the realization dawning on me that I’d worked overtime, again. Unintended but then again, a part of me just like every other day, dreading going back home. There was nothing to look forward to, just Amelia, my empty, bore of a wife who trapped me in a marriage just as empty as she is. In the three years since we've been married, it has taken great heights of my self-control not to break the promise I made to my grandfather. To stay settled with the daughter of his god-daughter, to have an heir for the Wellington empire before I am thirty-five. That’s in four fucking years, and quite frankly I have no interest in keeping that promise. The first and last time I kissed that woman still haunted me, the sheer disgust and hatred I have for her forbids me from ever doing it again! I paged my assistant and grabbed the divorce papers my lawyer had
AMELIAMy head ached so badly that I cried out, and along with my stomach ache it felt like I was intentionally being tortured. I heard voices, both familiar and unfamiliar, I heard the urgency of that man's voice…I heard his anger although this time not directed at me. Strangely while I floated in the darkness, I was aware of everything around me, the man barking out instructions to another nervous-sounding man. A doctor, I assumed. I felt the softness of a mattress beneath me and the sting of spirit coming in contact with my open wounds. Then the unmistakable feeling of an IV needle being stuck in my arm. After a while, it all quietened and the aches eased. My eyes opened groggily, my vision blurry at first as I tried to regain my composure. Then memories of what happened a few hours ago came rushing in and my eyes snapped open completely and I lifted off the bed with a gasp, my eyes wide with shock. Shit! Shit! What the fuck is going on? Where am I? I looked around in a
AMELIAI watched with a blank expression as a nervous-looking man with a doctor's briefcase walked into the bedroom. Getting into the bedroom wasn’t an easy feat, it took Trenton convincing Roman he didn’t have to throw me over his shoulder…the fucking psycho. For a man who claimed to be my husband, he sure acted like I was his lifelong nemesis. I was seated at the edge of the bed while being questioned. “What is the last thing you remember?” The nervous man said, Dr. Britton, he called himself and I wondered if I was supposed to remember him too. “I got expelled, I ran away from home, now I’m here,” I said, leaving out the part where I eagerly wanted a truck to hit me intentionally. Roman's brooding expression darkened even further as I spoke and Trenton’s was filled with worry. Dr. Britton nodded with an understanding gaze, checked my eyes, my mobility, asked about my headache and stomach ache, what I ate last—which I didn’t remember—shocker. After what seemed to be hours but