ROMANI laughed. I couldn't help myself. Bertha's words were by far the best punch-line to a joke I'd heard in a while. I shook my head, meeting her eyes for a split second before I burst out laughing again. By the time I had called, her face was red, from both embarrassment and anger. The corners of my lips twitched. What the hell was I doing here with her when I had a pregnant wife at home I couldn't wait to get back to. “you're a fucking joke!” I chuckled, then I held up a hand, stopping her from saying whatever it was she intended to, “This is my fault, I shouldn't have given you the time of day…” I sighed, “What a fucking waste of my lunch,” I rose from the leather seats and righted the lapels of my jacket. She stood as well, her blue eyes darkening with hurt and rage. “I am not lying, Roman,” She urged. I crossed my arms over my chest and raised a brow, “Really?” Sarcasm seeped into the question. “We've been broken up for almost four months now, I haven't touched you f
AMELIA“We should make her Jessica, after her beloved godmother,” Jessica argued on the other line, annoying me like she usually did. “Why would I name my child, Jessica?” I snorted, “Last thing I want is for my baby to look like you,”Jessica scoffed rather dramatically and I couldn't help but chuckle when I heard Alexander's laughter in the background. “Hey! What's wrong with how I look?! I'm a fucking angel!”“I agree,” Alexander chipped in and I rolled my eyes. Of course he does. “I don't have the time to argue with you two, I need my beauty rest,” I laughed, taking a bite of the cookie in front of me. “Alright, alright…” Jessica sighed, her tone turning more serious, “You better be resting properly,” She added in a stern tone. I nodded though I knew she couldn't see me. “Don't worry, I'll be careful,”She let out an exasperated breath and I could hear her pacing. “I don't like this Amelia, do you have to go back to work? You should just take a pregnancy leave or something,
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
AMELIAI spent the rest of the day in the bedroom I’d slept in.Roman’s warning was enough to keep me livid for the better half of the day, rethinking my life choices, including the ones I couldn’t remember.Now I had a birthday party to attend…my supposed father-in-law who I knew nothing about. The more time passed, the more worried I became.I found a phone I was sure belonged to me, seeing as the wedding portrait was on the lock screen. There was no way it would belong to Roman who hated me.I didn’t know the password. I tossed it aside with a frustrated sigh, my eyes landed on the clock by the bed and I realized I had to get ready.Roman had said 6:30, it was 6 pm.Begrudgingly I walked into the rather spacious walk-in closet and ruffled through my side.Again, I found nothing sensible enough to wear out, just long, loose dresses that looked more like maternity gowns. Then suits…why the hell did I buy so many suits?I ended up settling for a dress I remembered, one I bought a few
AMELIABreathe, Amelia. I reminded myself, my feet rooted to the spot as my sister's familiar eyes met mine. The deadly glare, the venom with no hint of shame or guilt that I had just found her kissing the man who called himself my husband. Though it seemed to me like I had only just seen her two days ago, when she reminded me I was the daughter of a dead whore, looking at her now invited a strange feeling. Like I had not seen her in a long time. Still, that anger and hatred at the immediate sight of her grew even more now that I saw her in Roman's arms. My head began to throb incessantly. “Um…” I was unsure of what to say, unsure of what I had just walked into. Roman visibly tensed up at the sight of me, taking an immediate step back and holding Bertha at arm's length. He cleared his throat, his expression cloudy as he looked at me. “Is this…” My throat felt dry, “Why you were so eager to divorce me? Because you’re…with my sister?” I hated how my voice shook when I
AMELIA“We should make her Jessica, after her beloved godmother,” Jessica argued on the other line, annoying me like she usually did. “Why would I name my child, Jessica?” I snorted, “Last thing I want is for my baby to look like you,”Jessica scoffed rather dramatically and I couldn't help but chuckle when I heard Alexander's laughter in the background. “Hey! What's wrong with how I look?! I'm a fucking angel!”“I agree,” Alexander chipped in and I rolled my eyes. Of course he does. “I don't have the time to argue with you two, I need my beauty rest,” I laughed, taking a bite of the cookie in front of me. “Alright, alright…” Jessica sighed, her tone turning more serious, “You better be resting properly,” She added in a stern tone. I nodded though I knew she couldn't see me. “Don't worry, I'll be careful,”She let out an exasperated breath and I could hear her pacing. “I don't like this Amelia, do you have to go back to work? You should just take a pregnancy leave or something,
ROMANI laughed. I couldn't help myself. Bertha's words were by far the best punch-line to a joke I'd heard in a while. I shook my head, meeting her eyes for a split second before I burst out laughing again. By the time I had called, her face was red, from both embarrassment and anger. The corners of my lips twitched. What the hell was I doing here with her when I had a pregnant wife at home I couldn't wait to get back to. “you're a fucking joke!” I chuckled, then I held up a hand, stopping her from saying whatever it was she intended to, “This is my fault, I shouldn't have given you the time of day…” I sighed, “What a fucking waste of my lunch,” I rose from the leather seats and righted the lapels of my jacket. She stood as well, her blue eyes darkening with hurt and rage. “I am not lying, Roman,” She urged. I crossed my arms over my chest and raised a brow, “Really?” Sarcasm seeped into the question. “We've been broken up for almost four months now, I haven't touched you f
ROMANMy father and I haven't spoken since I received the invitation to his wedding. Now, I wasn't claiming to be perfect. I was also unfaithful to my wife and hurt her in ways I would continue to regret for the rest of my life but him? He was making a decision that wouldn't benefit him in any way. He was going to lose the support of my mother's family and eventually be left with nothing. Just as my grandfather had predicted years ago. And out of all the women in the world, why did it have to be her? What was in it for Bertha? I watched with a narrowed gaze as she fiddled with the coffee mug in her grasp, her once blond hair was now shoulder length and her eyes were lowered, a small, seemingly content smile stretching her lips. Bertha. I wasn't sure what her reason for interrupting my lunch was but as much as I wanted to dismiss her presence, I also had questions of my own. We were in the coffee shop not too far from Wellington Corp. She had spotted me unfortunately and now
ROMAN“We've been unable to trace the number, sir.” Came the second disappointing reply for the day, from the one hacker Dimitri trusted enough to get the job done. My grip on my phone tightened as I struggled to rein in my emotions, my frustration almost spilling over. I was sick and tired of not getting fucking results. Of sitting behind a desk and waiting rather than taking every fucking action myself! Yet. I inhaled sharply and nodded though I knew the hacker couldn't see me. “Keep trying, Mr Fred,” I pressed, “If you succeed, I will triple whatever it was Dimitri offered to pay you,” I assured confidently. Money was not the problem, getting the location of that number was what was important. “Are you sure? My fees are quite high,” The man on the other line said, yet I could hear his resolve wavering. He was willing to do it, that much I knew. “Don't worry about that and just do what you're being paid to do,” Then I ended the call and resisted the urge to slam the phone h
AMELIAVincent's movements seemed sluggish, almost mechanical.As more time passed, his usually vibrant energy seemed to have dulled, replaced by a weariness that hung around him like an invisible cloak. I watched him carefully, my instincts picking up on the subtle and yet obvious signs of exhaustion."Are you okay?" I asked, my voice soft with genuine concern. Despite how reluctant I was to ask from the beginning, Vincent was my friend and if something was bothering him then I needed to know…and maybe help. Maybe I was being too paranoid, thinking up shit that probably wasn't there. He laughed, but the sound was different this time. Hollow. Sad. A laugh that didn't reach his eyes, which seemed distant, lost in some internal landscape I couldn't see.“Well, I could tell you I'm fine and this conversation will probably need with you giving me that look you usually do when you hear a lie,”I raised a brow and he burst out laughing, “Yes, that exact look!” He pointed out humorously le
The warmth of Roman's lips lingered on mine as he finally decided to leave. His fingers traced the curve of my cheek, his touch so gentle it almost felt like a whisper against my skin. I watched him, my heart swelling with a mixture of love and that inexplicable fear that I couldn't quite shake.Everything else had faded into nothingness yet at the same time so much was at stake. "I've become more romantic these days, haven't I?" he said, a playful glint dancing in his blue eyes. The morning sunlight cascaded through our living room windows, casting a soft golden hue across his chiseled features.I couldn't help but laugh, a genuine, bubbling sound that surprised even myself. "More romantic? You've always been romantic, Roman. Just with a different... intensity." I replied with a chuckle, reaching for his stray strands and smoothing them over. He threw his head back and laughed, the sound rich and deep, filling our spacious living room. "Different intensity? What does that even mean
AMELIAI once used to think that I wasn't meant to find happiness or deserve to be loved by anyone. Because my father and Monica stopped at nothing to remind me. My father's beatings and Monica's verbal abuses were enough to bring down my self esteem or rather burn it to ashes. Despite how much I claimed I stood up for myself, I was exactly what they said I was because I believed it. And now? “What are you thinking about?” Roman asked, his deep voice pulling me out from my thoughts. I looked down at the man and found his blue eyes staring back, alight with a familiar hunger I knew all too well, even as he helped place the bag of ice on my swollen ankle. “Does it hurt?” He asked softly, lowering his lips to plant a brief kiss on my right knee. His lips were warm and his kiss made my stomach flutters, especially when his intense gaze held mine in a magnetic stare. I couldn't bring myself to look away. I had thought I knew what love was. Until I accepted what I felt for Roman and
MARCUSWhat is a man without a craft? Without a passion? Without a purpose? I spent the first half of my life roaming endlessly, doing what was expected of me, doing everything a good son would do for parents as expectant as mine.A diploma, a degree, a doctorate, a phd, whatever the fuck i could achieve just to get them satisfied. It was never enough, they always wanted more, always thought I was capable of more.Then they died and i realized…fuck them!And the rest of the world thinks they can dictate the fate of a man like me. One capable of everything and so much…On the day i put those two fuckers in the ground, that was when i met her…Amelia Grayson.She didn't know who I was before she approached me, offering an umbrella I didn't even need at the time. I was enjoying the rain soaking me thoroughly but the second she offered, I realized that was the first time someone had offered something to me without asking for something else in return.Just plain kindness.I was enraptu
I was in the hospital for a few more days, under strict observation as the doctor wanted to make sure my blood pressure would be back normal and wouldn't become a complication. In those three days I stayed in the hospital, Roman tried as much as possible to spend his nights by my side while also juggling his work and mine. Colson still hadnt returned from his leave and when I asked Roman about it, he admitted that he hadn't heard from him in a while. Roman was exhausted, being stretched out to think and despite how well he hid his tiredness I could see right through his facade. We spent the evenings speaking about his past, or at least, the little parts he would tell me. The PG rated version of everything he'd experienced…and done. And even that in its own way was all shades of messed up. Still. He wasn't that person anymore… Though sometimes he spoke like…he missed it? "Tell me about your relationship with Alexander," I said, my tone deliberately neutral. I'd learned over ye