AMELIAI returned her smile, not wanting to cause a scene. Just get through today, Roman will handle the rest. “You are the new head of operations?” I asked with surprise in my voice, my sweet smile similar to Bertha's never faltering. “Yes, dad felt it was only proper now that I've returned from Europe for good,” Bertha replies with a smug looking grin, tucking a stray lock of blond hair behind her ears and then meeting Roman's eyes. She immediately looked innocent, nothing like the actual rude bitch she was. Roman was silent, stiff and avoiding her gaze. How does she manage to have such an effect on the man? I mentally shrugged away the faint pang in my chest. It was non of my business. They can fuck themselves with their eyes for all I care. All I need right now is to figure out the next step to take, moving forward. Grayson Holdings is my mother’s legacy, one I had lost before…now I have it in my palms, now I have the opportunity to make it all that she wanted it
Roman didn’t say a word to me till we got back to his house. I was surprised that I’d actually expected such an attitude from him but then again, I needed him to help me adjust, I didn’t want to offend him. Then you shouldn’t have called him sloppy seconds… Ugh. I turned to look at his face a few times, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever it was the cold man was thinking but nothing. When we walked through the large double doors, his strides became slower and Trenton was right at the entrance, like he was waiting for us. “Mrs—Amelia,” He greeted, catching himself before he called me by Roman's surname. I offered him a smile. Roman walked past us and headed upstairs. My nerves were all over the place as I looked around, wondering where his mother was. He said she was here, how come I don’t see anyone? “Is Roman’s mother really here?” Trenton nodded and proceeded to gesture a maid forward. “She will help you change,” I raised a brow, “I need to ch
My father never really cared about what went on in my life, after my mother died, it became even worse because not only did he not care, he only gave a fuck when I had something Bertha wanted. Now there’s Roman, handsome, enigmatic, asshole. Who I supposedly fell in love with, with no support from my family or his parents, just his grandfather and an unknown agreement made with my mother before she passed. I let out a heavy sigh, staring at the ceiling like a lost child. Probably because I was utterly lost, I felt like I was float on space, hands trying to grab on to a solid handle. After changing into different clothes, relieving myself of the juice stained suit, I spent about thirty minutes staring into space and trying to convince myself not to have a mini-mental breakdown from just how overwhelming the last few days have been. But sometimes I feel the tears just at the brim, threatening to fall. Then I through my contacts again and realized just how sad my life was.
ROMANThe sun had fallen into the horizon and the moon had risen, yet clouds shielded it’s light and left the night dark and gloomy. Much like my mood. I sat in the garden, a glass of whiskey in hand as I stared off into the distance. I sat there wondering when I’d become a man with misplaced priorities. There was so much at the company I needed to set straight, so much with Bertha I needed to fix yet, here I was, staring up at the sky like a fool, her voice ringing in my ears, her words repeating like an omen. ‘Why don’t you let go?’ She had asked. ‘I’m a person too,’ she had said. Those words resonated in my and now they plagued me. And it made me wonder if I’ve ever given her a reason to think otherwise. Of course she’s a person! Or, maybe it’s just me, who hasn’t seen her that way since we married. When we had only just met, I had no impression of Amelia because she practically blended into the background like she belonged there, and when she was finally out in
AMELIAThe next morning came slower than I wanted it to, my night though, was over the second it began. Looking around the spacious room, I felt so cold and lonely on that king-sized bed. What use is having a mansion if it’s this empty? Thinking back to me and Matteo’s final conversation the previous day, my eyes began to water and I had to fight back tears. I will not cry over it again. Soon, I’ll leave, I just need to grasp everything properly, understand what my role in my mother’s company truly is, understand why I was poisoned. Then I’ll move out of this mansion, get a small place by the country side, assign someone capable or work from home. Anything will be better than living with a man who hates me. With a frustrated sigh, I got off the bed and made my way to the bathroom, washing up and fixing my hair. Staring at my reflection longer than necessary, the sight never did appeal to me. Even now, I looked worse. My eyes were bloodshot and my skin was pale, my cheek
The first challenge is getting accustomed to everything new. The advanced smartphones, the changes in the city that made me feel lost though I was raised in it, an apartment. I thought to myself as the car pulled to a stop in front of a small building that had a large sign in front of it. ‘For The Specials And For The Lost’ My brows pulled together as I turned to look at Vincent with a questioning gaze. “Where are we?” I asked. “A place where those clothes would be much appreciated,” He replied, gesturing at the large luggage behind us. I nodded, strangely I trusted the man. Maybe because he was the first friend I was making since I woke up or maybe it was just his smile. Somehow I knew I could trust Vincent. The place turned out to be a home for kids who had aged out of the system and had no means to go on. Kids my age, or at least, the age I remembered. They reminded me of myself, being all alone with no one, with no favors, no luck. Vincent and I were welc
“Look who’s finally decided to join us,” Roman's mother spat, sounding more displeased by the idea despite the fact that she was the person who called for the meeting. I stayed silent, making my way towards the table and then observing the seating arrangements, it bothered me. “Here I was thinking you would reject the invite and insult me again,” She added snidely, she was smiling yet her tone spoke otherwise. “Victoria,” Roman’s father, Yaakov called out, like a reprimand. That got her silent, and everyone’s eyes were already on me, eager to hear my response and watch me make a fool out of myself. I bit my tongue and took the seat between Roman and Greece, I preferred sitting close to him than the only available seat that was right between Bertha and my father, no doubt saved for me. Greece met my eyes for a few seconds and mouthed the word ‘hi' before looking away like she feared being caught. An awkward silence settled when I didn’t say a word in regards to Victori
Roman left the private dining area the second sweet little Tatyana Taylor came in and introduced herself. I had to stop my amusement from showing on my face but I could tell just father and Monica were not pleased, Bertha's expression was even worse and Roman's? Well he walked out. Victoria called pit to him angrily and I got up with an apologetic smile, nodding at everyone before following behind him. It is only proper that his wife follows. A good excuse to leave, finally. I found him in the parking lot, leaning on his car, frantically trying to light up a cigarette but his lighter seemed to be having issues. I didn't know he smoked. His perfect brown hair was touseled like he's ran his fingers through it a few times. Seeing him so frantic and tired made me almost feel sorry for him. His foot tapped impatiently as the lighter clicked repeatedly and from the low growls that left his throat I could tell he was reaching his wit's end. He didn't even notice