The lunch with Vincent felt like navigating through a thick fog of my own thoughts. My mind kept drifting back to Maria – her fearful glances, the way her hands trembled, the undercurrent of tension that seemed to vibrate between her and Vincent. The diner around us became a blur of muted sounds and
I could hear them. Could feel their eyes. "Did you hear?" "Mrs. Wellington is pregnant..." "After everything with Bertha..." Each hushed conversation felt like a physical weight. In the past, I might have confronted them, might have shut down the gossip with a carefully wielded put-down. But tod
The suggestion was so unexpected that I actually laughed. A genuine, surprised laugh that felt foreign even as it escaped my lips. Roman, suggesting we watch a movie? We'd never done something so mundane together…apart from that dinner. It was almost like we were trying to get the hang of our marr
ROMAN The warmth of Amelia's body against mine lingered like a ghostly imprint even after she'd fallen asleep. Her breathing had softened into that delicate rhythm that meant complete surrender to exhaustion – something that didn't happen often for her these days. Her face, usually tense with unspo
"Jesus, Roman," Alexander's voice held a mix of frustration and something deeper – genuine concern. "I can't just start eliminating people because they make you uncomfortable. These are complex family dynamics–" "Complex?" My laugh was sharp, devoid of humor. "My wife is being harassed. Threatened.
ROMAN The first rays of morning light crept through our bedroom curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the bed. Amelia was still nestled against me, her breathing steady and peaceful. I found myself watching her, memorizing every detail – the way her dark lashes rested against her cheeks, the
GREECE When I came to, the first thing I noticed was the softness beneath me. It wasn't the rough beach towel or the stiff club chair I'd last remembered. This was different - plush, luxurious, with sheets that felt like something my mother would put up in her room. My head throbbed, a persistent
"Don't remove that," he said quietly, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the entire room. "The drugs need to work their way out of your system and that IV is helping with it," He added softly. There was a hint of the gentleness I knew him for, but I wouldn't be easily deceived by
"I swear," she laughed, her voice filling the car with warmth, "if he could bubble-wrap me and the baby, he would." I couldn't help but smile, watching her face light up as she talked about her husband. "He's just nervous. First-time dad and all that." "Oh, speaking of nervous," she grinned, tur
AMELIA Morning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains of my bedroom, casting warm patches across my chilly sheets. I should have felt lighter, triumphant even. The family was finally under control, the threats neutralized, and the Guerrero name secure. Yet as I lay there, staring up at the ce
The color drained from their faces so quickly it was almost comical. Uncle Stefano actually tugged at his collar, while Uncle Paolo seemed to sink further into his chair. "Ricardo made his choice," Uncle Marco said, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity despite his obvious fear. "We are mere
AMELIA The meeting wasn't one I was looking forward to but it was something I had to get done. Something that I hoped would remind me of all the reasons why I was in Italy. All the reasons why I became a completely different person. I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, taking in ho
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
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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