Hi, in the course of a few hours, there'll be about three to four chapters released as compensation for this short one. Currently, I'm in the middle of a treatment and I have to get a power nap lol. I'll be back!
I stared at the monitor until the words started swimming before my eyes like they were gibberish, but my mind kept drifting back to Roman. The memory of his hands on my skin, his breath against my neck... God, I needed to focus. The stack of reports on my desk wasn't going to review itself, but ever
The car wound through the tree-lined driveway leading to Roman's mansion, and I couldn't stop myself from checking the rearview mirror every few seconds. The headlights I'd spotted earlier had disappeared, but that did little to calm my nerves. If anything, their absence made me more anxious. Where
"Hello?" I called out, trying to keep my voice steady. "Is someone there?" Silence answered me. Of course, silence. Because I was being ridiculous, jumping at shadows like a scared child. I was in my own home, with state-of-the-art security systems and cameras everywhere. No one could get in withou
ROMAN “It's a dead end, sir,” My brows furrowed deeply as I watched the man in front of me. His expression was devoid of any emotion and his voice was cold with polite professionalism as I've always known it to be. There was no way he was lying to me but…with his skills… “Are you serious?” I lif
I pushed the car harder than I should have through the winding roads leading to our house, my knuckles white against the steering wheel. The rational part of my brain kept telling me I was overreacting – the phone networks had been spotty lately, and Amelia was safely home. But years of survival ins
And that? That was their mistake. Because they'd forgotten something crucial: I hadn't retired because I'd gone soft. I'd retired because I'd already won every battle worth fighting. Because I'd become so good at violence that peace became my only challenge. I moved toward the front door, noting w
I studied the man carefully as he remained quiet, measuring my next words. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with the knife Amelia still held behind her back. "If you have nothing better to say, I suggest you leave," I said, my voice carrying the quiet authority I'd cultivated over ye
When our eyes met briefly over the counter, my heart did that familiar skip that I'd never quite gotten used to. I couldn't look away from her if I tried, drinking in every detail – the way she tucked her blond locks behind her ear, the slight furrow of concentration between her brows, the elegant l
AMELIA TWO YEARS LATER… I was twenty-seven years old, younger than my mother was when she had me, and five years older than she was when my grandfather entrusted the Guerrero family's responsibility to her. Despite trying my best not to think about her, everything I did, everywhere I walked in It
"And sitting back and doing nothing is better?" My voice rose, a mixture of frustration and desperation. "I'm tired of being the victim. Tired of being passed around like a piece of property, like something to be traded and bartered." His blue eyes flashed. "I would never let that happen to you aga
AMELIA Why was I so hesitant? I had been sure of my choices, I had accepted that it was what I really wanted and what I needed. But sitting here, with his head on my shoulder and his eyes looking so distant, I couldn't bring myself to say a word. Nothing. “Amy?” “Hm?” Roman raised his hea
Hi! Its me Dchenemi but you already know that lol. I want to thank you for sticking with this book this far and answer a few questions. Firstly O would like to apologize for the lack of updates, I have ongoing exams and I'm unable to focus on writing while the pressure of getting good grades are
AMELIA My mother had always told me I was destined for great things, and at some point in my life, I thought it was being a well-established painter or perhaps a tycoon like she wished to be. But now I realized what she truly meant. No matter how much she had tried to escape it, her past still cau
"I don't want anyone near you right now," he admitted quietly. "The thought of letting anyone close after what happened..." "Rome," I reached up to cover his hand with mine. "We can't live like that. I won't live like that – trapped in fear, suspicious of everyone." I wasn't going to tell him what
The thought of Roman losing control made my chest ache. I knew how he could get when his emotions overwhelmed him, knew the darkness he fought to keep at bay. "How bad was he? Really?" Maria led me toward the kitchen, her grip steady and supportive. "Bad enough that when this cousin appeared, even
AMELIA I cried myself back to sleep, my body was far too exhausted to do anything else. When I came to, Roman wasn't in the bedroom with me. Our bedroom. I was back home. It felt surreal seeing the familiar walls, the sheets, the scents. Everything made my eyes prickle with tears and the iron
AMELIA A FEW DAYS LATER… Isabella had kept her word. After the meeting with Mr. Rossi and a few others who Isabella failed to mention, she didn't send me back to the building I was locked up in. She gave me two flight tickets and told me to make a choice, one sent me back home and the other…was