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My back was covered in cold sweat as I tried to remember how to breathe, my heart was pounding hard against my ribs and I'd almost choked from the lack of oxygen. The man didn't move, I couldn't speak. Somewhere at the back of my mind, I knew I was insanely terrified by what was happening, I knew I was being robbed and any small movement would get me killed. I also knew that this wasn't the first time I'd experienced something like this. It was like a knife at the back of my skull, reminding me, making my head throb so much that I'd almost bent over and heaved. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't speak. My whole body trembled as my mind became bombarded with images of me being tied to a chair, my wrists bound so tightly that my skin had begun to bleed and seep into the thick tops, my throat was raw from screaming and my ankles hurt like hell. And in that moment, I remember thinking…no one will find me, no one will come to save me, this is where I'll die. “Please…”
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“You fucking bastard!” Roman's hands left my shoulder and he fell to the floor with a heavy sound. The drunk robber tackling him and immediately pointing the gleaming blade at Roman's neck. “You wanna die? Huh?” I shook my head, my tongue heavy. Fear consumed me when I saw Roman in that position, he came here to help and now he was going to die. Just as I made the decision to stand and distract the robber, Roman's eyes darkened with anger and a dangerous glint that I've ever seen in them. His eyes remained fixated on the drunk man, looking like he didn't give a shit if there was a blade pointed at his neck. Instead, he grabbed the blade, with his bare hand, gripping it tightly and making me gasp in both fear and astonishment. “Roman!” I gasped out, reaching out for him but stopping the second he brought up his knee and buried it in the robber's stomach. Roman stood to his full height, not giving the man time to recover as he grabbed a fistful of the man's hair and
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“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” Bertha seethed the second the door closed behind her and everyone else left the room. I rolled my eyes and silently wished Roman hadn't left with everyone else, he was a much better companion than Bertha. Everyone had rushed over, no doubt Bertha had informed everyone because when she came in, her eyes were teary and her face swollen. Just how much did she need to cry? I observed the woman's face, her nose was still red but she still looked like an incomparable beauty. It annoyed me how she looked cute eben while crying while I looked like I'd been run over a few times after just one robbery. Victoria didn't last three minutes in the hospital room before leaving without a word and for some reason, she brought Tatyana with her. Which was what upset Roman so he left, again almost ignoring Bertha's crying…he looked uncomfortable. My guess was the man felt uncomfortable around people who cried, I understood immediately because I
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“I don't know much of the details, but all I know is that you got hospitalized and when you woke up, well…” Jessica gestures at my body like I was supposed to understand what she meant. My brows furrowed deeply, I was still reeling from what she'd said. I risked my life to save Bertha? Again? For the nth time since I woke up with amnesia. That doesn't sound like something I would do. Ever. “You became you,” Jessica explained, still making weird gestures with her hands. I still have her a confused look and she looked rather exasperated. “Not current you,” She pointed out, “The you before this you,” She said, her hands finally falling to her sides as she sighed. “Do you understand?” She asked, looking like my confused expression was getting her frustrated. I cleared my throat, “I think I get the idea,” I nodded, “The meek person everyone expects me to be, I became like that after this mysterious attack?” Jessica nods. “And how long have we been friends?”
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I was discharged the next morning after being given a few pain killers and had to undergo another CT scan just to he sure there were no anomalies in my brain and it was recovering from the trauma just fine. Roman arrived the next morning with a change of clothes for me, back to his cold self and even seemed to be in a worse mood. I thanked him for the clothes and changed. It was a loose red shirt and some black shorts, he didn't bring a bra or underwear. My cheeks heated up as i thought about him going through them before eventually deciding against it. I took a bath, grateful the hospital room was en suite. Very expensive as well. When I saw the bill for just one night I'd almost panicked. The health system is fucked, and I need to trying my best to stay well. Watching Roman pay the bills left me feeling indebted to him, and I knew I would have to pay or my mind wouldn't be at peace. Roman didn't say a word to me, but he didn't help me gather the rest of my
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ROMANHer mouth… Her fucking lips were like ambrosia. The deeper I went in the more I wanted them. It was so soft, so warm and she fit perfectly against me. She tasted of lemons and fuck it was an addictive taste. Her tongue slithered against mine, not backing down, kissing me with as much fervor as I kissed her. I felt her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me lower to her height, my chest pressed against hers and I could feel her pebbled nipples poke through her shirt. She shuddered, releasing a small sound into our kiss and melting deeper into my arms. I didn't realize I was holding her waist, I didn't realize just how tightly I held her to me. Her teeth grazed my bottom lip and I felt my dick jump in my pants and– damn it! What are you doing, Roman?! My mind was clear, yelling at me, telling me to pull away but my body? My body wanted Amelia so damn much! My fingers explored her curves and then reached up to her hair, enjoying the little sounds she made when I ni
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AMELIAWhat the fuck just happened? I put my palm to my palm to my chest, feeling how my heart pounded like I'd just run a marathon. I watched the door close shut and the scent of food filled the air. Yet, it barely registered as I was more focused on getting my lungs to work properly as well as my brain. My lips were tingling, a clear sign that the kiss was not just from my imagination. It was real, it happened and I…liked it? Did I? Fuck yeah you did! And you wanted more! “This can't be happening,” I shook my head, “I don't…like Roman,” I mumbled, I probably looked like a mad woman talking to herself as I paced the room and ran my fingers through my hair, making it even more disheveled. “I don't!” I voiced out, “It's…maybe it's something else?” Still, I could feel my heart racing and the ghost of feelings I couldn't remember. How did it happen? How did I fall in love with him in the past? And again, what the fuck just happened? Why did he taste so good? Why did m
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NINE YEARS AGO The day my world shattered wasn't marked by storm clouds or ominous signs. Instead, the sun shone with cruel indifference, its warmth a stark contrast to the cold emptiness gnawing at my chest at. I stood before the mirror in my bedroom, barely recognizing the girl staring back at me. Her long black hair hung limp around a face too pale, too thin. Dark circles beneath eyes red-rimmed and a red nose from four nights of endless tears. I smoothed down the front of my simple black dress, the fabric feeling foreign against my skin. At sixteen, I'd never owned anything so somber. Mom would have hated it. She always said black washed me out, insisting I wear vibrant colors that "brought out the sparkle" in my green eyes. I'd always argue that my eyes had no sparkle, but she would make me wear the brighter shades nonetheless. But Mom wasn't here anymore. And today, I'd watch as they lowered her into the ground. A soft knock at the door jolted me from my thoughts.
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SIX MONTHS LATERThe annual Wellington Anniversary gala was in full swing, and we'd decided to host it in our home rather than the hotel it was in late year. The ballroom of our estate glittering with lights that illuminated the beauty of the hall’s interior, reflecting against the marble floors, making it seem like the guests were walking on air. From my position near the large staircase, I could see the entire room, business associates, family members, friends all mingling in their finest attire.Jessica looked radiant in a deep green gown and she stood with Alexander near the champagne fountain, their six-month-old son making a fuss in her arms. My godson is a fast bloomer, that boy would walk the ends of the earth if his parents let him out of their sights. Probably why Jess was holding on to him like he was a lifeline. I couldn't help the light laugh that left me as I watched her and Alexander try to force the baby on Trenton. Greece, looking stunning in silver, was deep
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I woke to unfamiliar shadows dancing across an unfamiliar ceiling. For a moment, panic seized me as I forgot where I was. Until it came rushing back and I found myself sinking deeper into the mattressRoman's bed was sinfully comfortable, the sheets soft against my skin. I stretched, my muscles protesting after yesterday's tension. Weak morning light seeped in through the slightly cracked curtains, suggesting it was still early. The storm had passed and all that was left was the scent of rain and forest, wet soil. A scent I never imagined would bring me such comfort, but it did. I slipped out of bed, my bare feet silent on the wooden floor. I still had Roman’s T-shirt on, adequate enough for modesty but still making me feel strangely vulnerable. I ran my fingers through my hair, attempting to tame it into something presentable, then padded quietly down the hallway.The living room was empty, no sign of Roman or the wolves. A folded blanket and pillow on the couch were the only evid
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Roman chuckled, the rich sound sending heated shivers down my abdomen. His eyes crinkled at the corners, making him look more like the man I remembered. "So did you," he replied, nodding toward my pixie cut.I reached up self-consciously to touch the ends of my damp hair. "Maybe it should be called the divorce look," I said, attempting humor to break the tension."I prefer the term 'cut-off look,'" he countered, and we both laughed, the sound surprisingly easy between us.His expression softened, the rigid control slipping just a fraction. "I missed that," he said quietly. "Your humor. I'm still having a hard time believing you're actually here.""That makes two of us," I admitted, wrapping my hands around the warm mug of hot chocolate he'd made. It was sweet but not too sweet, exactly how I liked it. He'd remembered.One of the wolves approached cautiously, its golden eyes fixed on me. I tensed immediately, my body instinctively preparing for a threat."It's okay," Roman said, notici
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AMELIAMy mouth opened, but no sound came out. Words, which had never failed me before, suddenly evaporated from my mind like morning dew under a harsh sun. I stood there, gun still stupidly hanging from my fingers, staring at the stranger-not-stranger before me.Roman Wellington. But not my Roman Wellington. This man was harder, sharper around the edges. The softness I remembered in his face was gone, replaced by angular planes and a jaw that could cut glass. The blonde hair threw me completely, so different from the midnight black I used to run my fingers through.I knew he was a blonde, heck, I tried to convince him a few times to stop dyeing his hair. I watched as the initial shock in his eyes faded, replaced by something cold and distant. The walls went up so fast I could almost hear them slamming into place."Amelia," he said again, this time not a question but a statement. Flat. Emotionless. "What are you doing here?"My throat felt like sandpaper. I swallowed hard, trying to
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"I can make some inquiries," Nikolai replied, his voice careful, measured. "Roman Wellington is not an easy man to find if he doesn't want to be found."I gripped the phone tighter, my knuckles turning white. "But you can do it, right? You have connections I don't."There was a pause on the other end of the line, then a soft sigh. "For you, Amelia, I will try. Give me a few hours to contact my people in North America and Europe. If he's left any trace, we'll find it.""Thank you," I whispered, relief washing over me like a wave. "I owe you for this.""Let's not keep score between friends," Nikolai said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I'll call you when I have something."The call ended, and I sat motionless on my bed, staring at the wall. The enormity of what I was doing, searching for the man I'd walked away from two years ago, hit me. My hands trembled as I set the phone down, and I pressed them against my thighs to steady them.A soft knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts
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The drive back to the manor was silent. Oppressively silent. The kind of silence that rings in your ears and makes your skin feel too tight. Jessica kept shooting worried glances my way, her hands gripping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles were white. I couldn't bring myself to care. My mind was spinning with Greece's words, playing them over and over like a broken record."I haven't seen Roman in almost two years. No one has. He's gone."Greece had explained everything in that café, how Roman had methodically dismantled his life after I left. How he'd slowly withdrawn from social circles, buried himself in work, and then one day just... vanished. Left Wellington Corp in Colson's hands with an iron-clad contract and detailed instructions. Left his manor empty, his cars collecting dust in the garage. He'd even left his personal phone behind, with just a short note telling Greece not to worry, that he needed to "find himself" whatever the fuck that meant.I stared out the window,
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AMELIAI felt like I'd been punched in the gut, all the air leaving my lungs in one desperate rush. Greece Wellington's presence was like a ghost from my past life, one I'd tried desperately to forget. My fingers tightened around the shopping bags, knuckles turning white as I struggled to maintain my composure."Jessica," I managed again, my voice lower and more upset when I didn't get an answer the first time. Jessica's eyes pleaded with me, her hand coming to rest on my forearm. "Please don't be mad," she whispered urgently, bringing her full hands up to her chest in a pleading motion."She's been trying to reach you for days. I couldn't just ignore her,” Jessica explained, her voice just as low as mine as her eyes darted between Greece and me pleadingly. “ Just hear her out, Amy…this might be good for you too, you know?”I let out a shaky breath and held back my growing anger, last thing I wanted was to project my frustrations on the pregnant woman. I knew she was trying to help
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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 ceiling with its intricate paintings my mother had made , I felt anything but victorious. The heaviness in my chest from yesterday hadn't dissipated. If anything, it had grown worse, Alexander's words echoing in my mind like a haunting melody. "Even after two years, he's never once tried to reach out..." I didn't want to think about Roman. In fact, I had gaslighted myself into thinking it was taboo to think about him and rightfully so. How the fuck am I supposed to get him out of my head now? How the fuck am I supposed to stop thinking whether he never really cared to begin with, or what he was up to, or if he was okay. I knew he was. If anything had happened to Roman Wellington, the r
