As Monica came closer, it was like watching an incoming storm. I had no idea what to expect, but I knew I wouldn't back down easily…not today. If I can take on Victoria Wellington If I can survive one conversation with my mother's father despite all I knew him to be…Monica would definitely be a piece of cake. A fucking big piece, a voice at the back of my mind pointed out annoyingly. I'd seen that expression on her face before, jaw set, eyes blazing with self-righteous fury. She wasn't just angry; she was out for blood. "Well, well," she drawled, coming to a stop barely an arm's length away. Her perfume, something expensive and overwhelmingly floral, invaded my space and made my eyes water slightly. "You've got quite the nerve showing your face in public after everything you've done to your own flesh and blood," Monica sneered, eyeing me with her usual disdain as her eyes took in my appearance. Many years ago that look was the source of my nightmares and low self-esteem. Sure,
Henderson's hand settled on my waist as we began to move to the music, and I couldn't help but notice the difference. Where Roman's touch always felt natural, like coming home, Henderson's felt calculated, each placement of his fingers seemingly designed to test boundaries."You seem distracted tonight, Amelia," Henderson observed, his voice carrying that particular tone of feigned concern that I'd learned to recognize from years in corporate circles. Getting my memories back was really coming in handy because heavens know I would've made a mistake since the first step. "Though I must say, distraction becomes you. Everything becomes you in that dress." He voiced, his voice low, tinged with something I recognized but chose to ignore the second I identified it. I maintained a polite smile, carefully adjusting our distance to be just a fraction more professional. "The dress was a gift from Roman. He has impeccable taste.""Ah yes, Roman," Henderson's eyes flickered briefly to where Ro
Bertha's approach felt like watching an impending collision in slow motion. Each click of her heels against the marble floor echoed in my ears, matching the quickening rhythm of my heart. She moved with the confidence of someone who had never doubted their place in the world, someone who had always belonged in rooms like this.The last time we saw each other, she'd warned me off Roman with a secret she thought would destroy us. I had thought she would leave for good as she kept on promising but I guess you can't have everything you wish for when you're as unlucky as I am. "Roman," she purred as she reached us, her voice honey-sweet but her eyes sharp as glass. "I've missed you."I felt Roman's hand tighten almost imperceptibly on my waist. "Bertha," he acknowledged coolly. "This is unexpected.""Is it?" She tilted her head, a practiced gesture that made her hair catch the light. "Daddy always says family should stick together during important business events." Her eyes slid to me, di
Victoria's perfectly manicured nails dug into my cheek, not enough to break skin, but enough to make her threat clear. I refused to flinch, even as my heart hammered against my ribs. The cold stone of the railing pressed against my back, a stark reminder that I was cornered. "You're nothing but a gold-digger who got lucky," she hissed, her breath hot against my face. "A nobody who crawled her way into our family through manipulation and deceit from your mother," Victoria sneered, “From what I heard, she was a whore who sold her body just to get you a better life!” I knocked her hand away, fury burning through my veins. "And you're nothing but a jealous, bitter woman who can't stand the fact that not everyone can be under your control and not everything will go the way you want!" I seethed, “I am not afraid of you, Victoria, I know what you truly are beneath all this bark!” The slap came fast, the crack of it echoing in the night air. My cheek stung, but I kept my head high, refusing
AMELIA The world swayed as Roman guided me through the dark hallways of the building as we made our way outside, his grip on my waist firm but gentle. The alcohol in my system made everything feel distant and hazy, like I was watching the scene unfold through frosted glass. My thoughts kept circling back to Victoria's words, to Bertha's appearance, to the weight of all these expectations I could never seem to meet. How the fuck am I supposed to be a woman worthy of Roman? A woman worthy of my mother's family and then not becoming the docile creature I was before my amnesia. How can I get myself out of all these messes I've put myself in? "Where are we going?" I managed to ask, my voice sounding strange to my own ears. "Home," Roman replied curtly. The muscle in his jaw was ticking – a sure sign of his anger. "But the party-" "It's over. For us, at least." We reached the parking garage, and I noticed Henderson's valet had already brought Roman's car around. Of course – even wh
GREECE I watched as the waves rose and crashed repeatedly against each other and sometimes soak the sand by the shore. I was quiet. I hadn't spoken to anyone or even myself in hours. It gave a strange sensation, like I'd forgotten the sound of my own voice. Like I'd always been here, sitting on the cool sound, watching the sea. A part of me didn't want to end the quiet. I wanted to stay that way for as long as I could but… “Greece? Are you coming?” Joe called out from behind me, his voice disrupting the calm I'd enjoyed for hours and of course bringing my mind back to the present. I turned around to look at him, his dark brown skin was shiny with sweat, no doubt he'd been running around with Alicia, his girlfriend and my friend. “I don't think I can join you guys today,” I admitted, feeling a pang of guilt for having to turn them down for the third night in a row. We were out on a ‘school trip’, at least that was what I told my mother. If not, why else would she let me
GREECE The club was noisy, that was the first thing that registered. The music was so loud I could feel each bass drum in my feet and head like a throbbing headache. Still, I managed to maintain my composure as I weaved through the crowd of gyrating bodies and drunk adults, going deeper into the club until the weight of my decision hit and I found myself lost in the endless string of intoxicated people. “Fuck…” I cursed under my breath, feeling irritated when a sweaty hand brushed against my skin. I stopped for a second, taking a moment to scan the crowd to find my friends. “Pretty…” A man who seemed to be completely wasted and reeked of alcohol and tobacco held my hand and pressed me against his chest. He was sweating so much that I could feel a bit of wetness on my skin. I resisted the urge to gag as I glared at the man. “Get your fucking hands off me!” I snapped, already at my wit's end. “Feisty…I like you…” He slurred, then leaned down and tried to kiss me. I acted without
AMELIAThe second I opened my eyes, I already knew it was going to be a shitty morning. My head pounded like it was a fucking factory and my eyes watered like it as allergic to air. I felt the silk sheets over my body, I was barely in anything. Just panties and a loose camisole I didn't remember wearing. Wait. How did I get here? Last thing I remember…was the party, Victoria being a bitch, Bertha’s sudden appearance. Oh…fuck! Vincent! I sat abruptly, immediately regretting the action as my world spun and I felt the increasing urge to vomit. I swallowed thickly, a bitter taste in my throat as I tried to take in my surroundings properly. I looked down at my body and found that I was really wearing just my underwear and a camisole. My nipples poked through the cotton material. It was a bit cold, cold enough to sober me up completely and remind me how I ended up in the master bedroom of Roman's mansion. He brought me here. Cleaned me up…I vaguely remember throwing up a few ti