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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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ROMANI spent the better half of my life living as a soldier, a prisoner to the desires of man and their need for power. Most people do not understand just how complex the Volkov family is, they think it to just be a normal bratva family…where one becomes head when another dies, where everything and everything is set in a particular order. But the heads of the family are not the ones who call the shots. I was a puppet, a pawn. Set in place to do their dirty work, to give the orders, to do their dirty work while the true heir…the one who could actually silence them with a single word doesn't give a shit! Much like my father did by throwing me into that den in his place. I was forced into a life I wasn't born for. And now I realized it had now become a life I couldn't leave behind no matter how much I'd tried. It had return to bite me in the fucking ass! But I'd be damned if I ever let Amelia experience all that I did in this world…not while I'm still alive! I leaned forward slight
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AMELIAI stared at the door long after Roman had left, my fingers unconsciously tracing the spot on the sheets where his warmth still lingered. The silence in our bedroom felt oppressive now, punctuated only by the steady tick of the clock that seemed to mock each second he stayed away. I kept hoping, foolishly perhaps, that he would turn back – that the door would open and he'd walk in with that crooked smile of his, saying he changed his mind.But the door remained closed, and the distance between us felt like it was growing with each passing moment. I had thought that after yesterday…after what happened, he would have no other choice but to open up, to tell me all of the things he had omitted, to show me that side of him he was too afraid to show. Yesterday, he looked like he wanted to avoid me at all costs, like my presence bothered him so much he wanted to stay away. He was distracted, jumpy and was all too eager to use my body and forget, just like I was with his. I thought af
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ROMANMy 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 repair
The Forgotten Marriage Chapter 234
ROMANFOUR 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 scratch I find
The Forgotten Marriage Chapter 233
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
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AMELIAThe smile playing across Isabella's face as she watched me process Vincent's presence made my heart burn with intense hatred. She was clearly savoring every moment of my devastation, drinking in my pain like fine wine. Vincent – or whoever he really was – stood there impassively, his familiar features arranged in an expression so devoid of his usual emotion it seemed carved from stone. Gone was any trace of the warm, understanding friend I thought I'd known. In his place stood a stranger wearing a face I once trusted.It felt like the rudest awakening of all, I was only just coming to terms with Fiona and even Bertha trying to get me killed but Vince? My throat felt tight as I fought back tears that threatened to spill. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry, even as my world crumbled around me yet again. But I needed to understand. I needed to know why."Why?" The word came out as barely more than a whisper, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to keep i
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AMELIAConsciousness returned to me slowly, like wading through thick fog. My head felt heavy, my thoughts scattered and unfocused as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. The last clear memory I had was of Vincent's embrace, the comfort of a friend's arms around me, and then... nothing. I opened my eyes slowly and noticed the ceiling, it was high and gray, long ropes or rather trinket like bulbs with crystals around them dangled over my head. My heart began to race and my fingers clenched as it became clear to me that I wasn't in my bedroom. I looked around in a panic and found white walls, even in the dim lighting, I could make out the paint. All I did was speak to Vincent…what the fuck? Now I found myself in an unfamiliar room, the air thick with the dusty scent of not being used for a long time and something else I couldn't quite identify.I noticed the white tarps that covered a few of the furniture, I couldn't see anything else beyond that.The darkness pressed in around
The Forgotten Marriage Chapter 230
AMELIAI stared at the door long after Roman had left, my fingers unconsciously tracing the spot on the sheets where his warmth still lingered. The silence in our bedroom felt oppressive now, punctuated only by the steady tick of the clock that seemed to mock each second he stayed away. I kept hoping, foolishly perhaps, that he would turn back – that the door would open and he'd walk in with that crooked smile of his, saying he changed his mind.But the door remained closed, and the distance between us felt like it was growing with each passing moment. I had thought that after yesterday…after what happened, he would have no other choice but to open up, to tell me all of the things he had omitted, to show me that side of him he was too afraid to show. Yesterday, he looked like he wanted to avoid me at all costs, like my presence bothered him so much he wanted to stay away. He was distracted, jumpy and was all too eager to use my body and forget, just like I was with his. I thought af
The Forgotten Marriage Chapter 229
ROMANI spent the better half of my life living as a soldier, a prisoner to the desires of man and their need for power. Most people do not understand just how complex the Volkov family is, they think it to just be a normal bratva family…where one becomes head when another dies, where everything and everything is set in a particular order. But the heads of the family are not the ones who call the shots. I was a puppet, a pawn. Set in place to do their dirty work, to give the orders, to do their dirty work while the true heir…the one who could actually silence them with a single word doesn't give a shit! Much like my father did by throwing me into that den in his place. I was forced into a life I wasn't born for. And now I realized it had now become a life I couldn't leave behind no matter how much I'd tried. It had return to bite me in the fucking ass! But I'd be damned if I ever let Amelia experience all that I did in this world…not while I'm still alive! I leaned forward slight
The Forgotten Marriage Chapter 228
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
The Forgotten Marriage Chapter 227
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
