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The Forgotten Marriage Chapter 221
BERTHAI woke up feeling dizzy and confused. My head was pounding as I opened my eyes and tried to figure out where I was. The room slowly came into focus - it was nice, with light walls and dark furniture, but I didn't recognize it at all. There was a big red chair in the corner that caught my eye, but nothing else about the room gave me any clues about where I was.My limbs ached like I'd run a marathon the night before and my fingers felt sore, throat dry and itchy. I pushed myself up from the bed, which wasn't easy with my belly. The sheets felt expensive against my skin, and that's when I noticed I was wearing a silk nightgown I'd never seen before. My heart started racing as I realized someone had changed my clothes while I was unconscious.How did I get here? Who brought me here? My feet touched the soft carpet as I stood up, one hand automatically going to support my aching back. The room looked like an expensive hotel suite, but there were no personal touches - no pictures
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AMELIADays passed faster after that conversation with Roman, each hour weighted with unspoken words and promises hanging in the air. His vow to tell me everything in a week's time echoed in my thoughts, competing with the endless questions that plagued my mind. Jessica had been there to witness it all—his promise, my demands, the tentative peace we'd reached. But peace felt hollow when built on secrets.It took me days to finally accept that Roman and I had drifted apart because of these secrets, because of his constant ‘protection’. I was grateful, I really was…but then it also left me feeling useless. After spending so long telling myself I was born longer that weak, docile woman…here I was being molded into one again. I found myself in the kitchen that morning, methodically preparing dinner with ingredients I'd personally selected from the store. Every vegetable I chopped, every spice I measured, had been chosen by my own hands. The ritual of cooking had become both a comfort a
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AMELIAI stood there in my kitchen, Roman's words about Bertha echoing in my head like a twisted melody. The revelation sparked something deep within me—a realization that hit with the force of a tidal wave. For years, I'd been playing the part of the accommodating sister, the dutiful daughter, convincing myself that my passive approach to conflict made me strong rather than weak. Even after I'd learnt my lesson, even after I'd convinced myself that I would no longer be that person, perhaps I still was. Unable to break free from what was already a second nature. The truth was, I'd been complacent. Worse than complacent—I'd been willfully blind.My fingers gripped the edge of the kitchen counter until my knuckles turned white, and I found myself staring at my reflection in the darkened window. The woman looking back at me seemed different somehow—harder, angrier. Since my amnesia, I'd thrown myself into two things; my attraction to Roman and my desperate need to honor my mother's leg
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AMELIAThe grand double doors of my father's house loomed before me, its familiar design now seemed more like a joke to me. How many times had I prayed to be out of these walls, no never have a reason to return here yet, herr I was, heat burning with fury. I wanted to burn the place down to the ground, but I knew that would be foolish of me. I inhaled sharply and knocked. Their new butler opened before I could knock a second time, his chilly, aged eyes resting on my figure. “I'm here to see Monica,” I announced, not posing it as a request. I was sure he must have been given some orders regarding my presence here. I knew I didn't belong here anymore…not that I ever did. The butler looked at me silently for a few seconds, like he was weighing his options. I tapped my foot impatiently, I had no intention of taking no for an answer. “Of course, welcome Mrs Wellington,” He finally spoke, stepping aside. The foyer was silent as I entered, my heels clicking against the marble floor wi
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As I pulled away from my father's house, a weight lifted from my shoulders. I knew I would have to face him sooner or later, tell him everything I needed to. Show him the results of his actions. I didn't destroy this family, he and his inability to stay faithful to a woman who stood by him through thick and thin. Who left a luxurious life behind just to start from scratch with him. This wasn't just my fault but also his. There was so much I needed to say to him, but my conversation with Monica was satisfying enough, for now. The confrontation with Monica had left me feeling oddly energized, more determined than ever to see justice done. No more letting others fight my battles. No more waiting in the wings while Roman handled everything. It was time I took control of my own life. The manila folder of evidence sat heavy in my passenger seat, each page within it a nail in Monica and Bertha's coffins. I'd memorized the route to the police station, and had rehearsed in my head
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AMELIA My hands trembled violently against the leather steering wheel as I weaved through traffic, the car responding to my every desperate movement. The rearview mirror had become my lifeline—every few seconds, my eyes darted to it, watching the sleek black vehicles that seemed to materialize from the shadows like deadly phantoms. My breath came in short, sharp bursts, and I could feel my pulse pounding in my temples. To think I was terrible at driving only a few weeks ago, now that my life was at stake it came naturally. The sharp trill of my phone made me jump. Vincent's name flashed across the screen, and for a moment, lunch plans and normal life seemed like something from another universe entirely. "Vince!" I answered breathlessly, trying to keep the tremor from my voice. "I'm so sorry, but I need to reschedule lunch. Now isn't—" I swerved to avoid one of the black cars cutting too close, my words catching in my throat. "Now isn't a good time." “Wait…wait, slow down,” H
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ROMANI stood there amid the carnage, my breath still coming in controlled bursts, adrenaline singing through my veins. Blood dripped from my knuckles, staining the pristine white of my shirt sleeve—designer silk now ruined by violence. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was Amelia, safe in her car, watching me with eyes that suddenly seemed to belong to a stranger.I took slow, measured steps towards her, somehow worried she would make a run for it the closer I got, but she didn't. I watched as she opened the door in movements as slow and as gentle as mine, stepping out of the car. Her legs were shaking, her eyes never left mine, she took a step forward and gave up on walking all the way. Of course she did. There was a body only a few steps away from her…I could see how hard she was struggling not to look down, not to look at the damage I caused to that body. So I took the initiative and kept walking, closing the distance between us and only stopping when we were an arm
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ROMANOur bedroom was silent except for Amelia's steady breathing, her warm body curled trustingly against mine as she slept. I was ashamed to even admit it to myself, I'd tired her out even more. I couldn't help myself, after holding back for so long, it felt like all of my pent up emotions had finally come up to the surface and I couldn't control it. I had forgotten, for a few minutes, all I could think about was the blissful feeling of giving my wife pleasure and having her love me with no walls or tension between us. But now we were here, in bed. The silence was so loud, the sound of her steady breathing was my only companion. The digital clock on the nightstand marked each passing hour with mocking red numbers as sleep continued to elude me. My mind refused to quiet, spinning through possibilities and consequences, weighing options I'd hoped never to consider again.There was the option to give in to everything I felt, let her see everything and leave myself at her mercy. Giv
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The Forgotten Marriage AUTHOR'S NOTE
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 breathing down on my neck ahah.Secondly, this arc of the book will be over and after that there'll be one last arc to round up everything and then The Forgotten Marriage will be done and Roman and Amelia's story will give way to other books in the Volkov's Series. Thirdly, daily updates will resume first of February without fail and I promise to give you a satisfying ending. Lastly, thank you for sticking around and coming this far, I hope you have a great week ahead and I'll see you in February. Best, Dchenemi. P.S. You can find me on FB @Divine Chenemi to learn more about the upcoming series or get a sneak peek at oncoming chapters or if you have suggestions or anything you wish to ta
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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 caught up with her. Just like my grandfather had said, one could not fully leave such a life except through death, and now... I had become one of them. Due to the things I had said and done behind Isabella's back, she had sent me into those rooms to be abused by those men, but what I came out with was power—one that I couldn't ever tell Roman about. The things I had said... and done, just to convince those men... "Amelia, how could you do such a thing without consulting me?!" Alexander whisper-yelled. He stood a few steps away from me, practically trembling from the shock and rage of what I had just told him. I interlocked my fingers and let out a soft sigh, not fazed one bit by his agitatio
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AMELIAI 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 irony wasn't lost on me. Not too long ago I had wished to be out of here for good with no reason to return yet, here I was…happy to be back within three walls. My limbs felt heavy, like they didn't belong to me and my head felt like it wasn't a part of my body. I still felt out of it…a strange feeling that spread to my chest. Like I was out of place, like I didn't belong. For some reason, I half expected Marcus would open that door and walk in, sit right next to me and continue the torture I've been in for the past two weeks. It was possible. What did Roman do with him? I sat up slowly, my whole body groaning in protest. My vision spun and it took a few seconds for me to get my head in order.
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AMELIAA 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 to Sicily. To the heart of all our family's operations. She gave me a choice, once she knew would make my mind heavy with thoughts. An opportunity at power. But I already had my own plans…one I intended to execute once I was out of her grasp. I was supposed to be boarding a plane going back home before Marcus got to me, probably angry that Isabella didn't keep her end of whatever it was their bargain was. I suspected it was me. I barely remembered what happened after that, I was pumped full of whatever it was Marcus spent the last few days injecting me with. I could barely keep my eyes open, I couldn't walk and my thoughts were muddled even as panic gripped me. Fear that I had been doub
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AMELIAOver a week had passed since I'd first woken in this goddamn bedroom, though time had begun to lose all meaning. The hope I'd initially clung to – that Roman would find me, that someone would notice my absence and come to my rescue – had slowly withered away like flowers left too long without water. I'd spent countless hours staring out at the skyline, watching the sun rise and set over ancient buildings that had witnessed centuries of human suffering. Now they were witnessing mine.My heart ached each time I saw people pass by, moving freely without knowing just how grateful they should be that they could. Marcus hadn't kissed a day of his visits, his constant torture and each day that passed brought me closer to the day he would finally act on his obvious urges that he's been talking about. He's going to start hurting me, not just mentally but physically. The got of it alone got him off. I'd seen him massage his dick a few times with his eyes on me, fantasizing of a day
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ROMAN The mining complex loomed before us in the early morning light, a hulking mass of concrete and rusted metal that seemed to devour the shadows around it. I crouched behind a piece of machinery, my body coiled tight with anticipation as I watched the guards make their rounds through my scope. "Three on the perimeter, two at each entrance," Nikolai's voice came through my earpiece, soft but crystal clear. Even from his position in the command vehicle half a mile away, he somehow knew exactly what was happening. "They're rotating every fifteen minutes, clockwork precision. Military training, just like our informant said." "How many inside?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Heat signatures show twelve moving bodies on the main level, four in the lower sections." There was a pause, then, "One signature in the deepest part of the complex. Isolated. That's her, Roman." My fingers tightened on my rifle. "You're sure?" "The body temperature is slightly elevated, consistent
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ROMAN My finger tightened instinctively on the trigger as I studied my cousin, but something in his relaxed posture made me hesitate. He moved with an uncanny grace as he stepped closer, his cane barely touching the ground, more an accessory than a necessity. When he removed his sunglasses, I understood why – behind them, white orbs stared unseeingly ahead, yet somehow I felt more seen than I had in years. "The great Roman Volkov," Nikolai mused, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Always so quick to reach for your weapon. Some things never change, cousin." He moved past me with the confidence of someone who could see every obstacle, his cane making soft taps against the marble floor. "Though I must say, your taste in interior design has improved significantly." He spoke like we were close, but I'd only met the man once when I was younger…two years younger than me, a strange child that had no innocence left in him. There was an attack that left both his eyes damaged beyond repai
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ROMAN FOUR DAYS AGO… The sketch in my hand trembled as realization crashed over me like a wave of ice water. Those familiar features, that seemingly warm smile that had never quite reached his eyes – Vincent. Pierce! Our fucking neighbor?! The man who had wormed his way into our lives after her accident despite being our neighbor for years. He got so close to Amelia…the way he looked at her, the way he tried to get closer every fucking time. How could I have been so blind? How could I have been so stupid?! My grip tightened until the paper crumpled between my fingers, fury coursing through my veins like molten lead. "Dimitri," I barked, my voice cutting through the tension-filled air of the cabin. "Watch her. If she so much as breathes wrong, handle it." My eyes locked onto Bertha's terrified face, watching as the blood drained from her cheeks. "You helped him get close to my wife again. Remember that when you're lying awake tonight." I rose to my feet, “For every scratc
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AMELIAFive days. One hundred and twenty hours of being trapped in this prison, each minute stretching into an eternity of helpless desperation. The room, with its elegant Italian furniture and sweeping views of Rome, had become my personal hell. They had taken off the covers from the furniture, told me it was once my mother's bedroom. I was in Guerrero manor, a family house in a fucking skyscraper. The highest room, a place my mother probably sought solace and now it was my cell. I'd tried every door, every window, even searched for hidden passages like some character in a gothic novel, but found nothing. The doors were sealed tight, the windows reinforced with something that wouldn't break no matter how hard I struck them. Even the beautiful crystal vase I'd hurled in desperation had merely bounced off, leaving not so much as a scratch.From my perch high above the city, I watched life continue below with a sense of surreal detachment. People moved through the streets like tiny d
