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The Forgotten Marriage Chapter 73
His tongue caressed every crevice of my mouth, eliciting moan after moans from my throat, every reason not to kiss him was forgotten, rather it was replaced by the irresistible urge to feel his skin against mine, to ride him and watch him come undone beneath me. His lips suddenly pulled away from mine, settling for my neck instead, his kiss was hot, his nibbles stung so good. They sent shivers down my spine, making my lower belly burn as I clenched and unclenched. My body was desperate for something I knew only Roman could give me. He never let go of my hair, not even as he littered kisses on the sensitive skin of my neck, then they lowered, stopping just above my collarbone. His lips were no longer touching my skin, rather they were replaced by the unmistakable heat of his heavy breaths. His body was stuff against mine, taut with tension as he pulled impossibly closer. I held my breath. Waiting for something, anything… Instead he was still. I had no idea what he w
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“Hmm…” There was so much going through just kind at that moment yet at the same time, it was blank, I couldn't string along a single thought, not with the way his tongue danced acrossed my skin, leaving a trail of wetness from my nipple to my neck. My hands were all over his body, itching to touch every part of him, craving the feel of his hot skin against my palms. I pulled his shirt out of his pants and trailer my fingers up his sculpted abdomen. He was hard, yet his skin was smooth, soft. I wanted to touch him more, enjoying how he stilled and groaned into my neck. “Amelia…” “Mm…” I felt his dick jump, growing harder as it pressed dangerously close to where I wanted it. My hands trailed down slowly, mimicking the actions of his tongue. I unbuckled his belt with one hand, using my other hand to hold on to his shoulder and steady myself. I lowered his zip, my thumb brushing against his dick from his briefs. I held him in my hand, weighing and squeezing gently,
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ROMANThis wasn't supposed to happen. Still I found myself laying her naked body down on the mattress. Her smooth skin gleaming with sweat, slick from our pent up desires. She was tired. I should have considered that. She fell asleep the second she came down from her high and I sobered up. I lowered the temperature in the bedroom and covered her up, my fingers lingered, on the sheets, on her skin. My gaze rested on her breasts. Her pink nipples were still hard, taunting or maybe calling for attention. I inhaled sharply. Trying to think straight. This wasn't supposed to happen. But still, I watched as her chest rose and fall steadily. Low moans still escaped her lips as they stretched into a satisfied curve. Her eyes were closed, those defiant green orbs were no where in sight and she looked so peaceful, so soft. For weeks I've imagined what it would feel like to be inside of her. I wasn't sure when it started, if it was before her accident or the kiss. I found mysel
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AMELIASomehow, I knew I should have expected it when I woke up alone in that bed. I was spent, sore, deliciously so. I couldn't remember the last time a man made me feel…the way I did. The memory of him inside of me now seared into my brain and a part of me was gleeful. Reminding me that I've just gotten what I've wanted for the past five years. To be with him. But have I really? He wasn't here. I doubted he even spent the night. That shouldn't matter. There were fresh clothes folded neatly at the foot of the bed. I got down and observed my surroundings. It was a studio apartment with one room, and quite a view behind the curtains, I realized. We were at the top of a building. Why did he leave? Probably post-nut clarity or what not. He probably regretted it immediately after. Which only served to make me feel worse. Sure what happened complicates things but…does he truly still hate me that much? “What were you expecting? Roses?” I snorted, running my fingers
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“Miss Amelia,” Trenton greeted warmly, helping me with my luggage and handing them over to the maid, Fiona, who looked rather ecstatic to see me. I was unable to show mych enthusiasm though, I was angry exhausted and quite frankly, resisting the urge to break down in tears. I've had many one night stands, I've gotten used to men not wanting me after the first night. After all, they never found me attractive to begin with. But with Roman…I felt insulted. There was no one to blame but myself though. My lack of self control, my inability to remind myself that I am no longer that woman that fell for him all those years ago. I forced a smile. Hugging Trenton. I could tell it caught him off guard. The man and I barely ever showed anything affection to each other. Though I know he cares just as as much as I do. Trenton his slow, but he hugs me back, his large palm patting my back comfortingly. Waves of emotions washed over me, every pent up emotion threatening to be let out.
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JESSICA“Jessica Timothy,” My mother's voice came came through from the other line, stern, cold. Just as I was used to. I looked down at my watch, fest stomping impatiently. I wanted this call to be over. I so desperately wanted to end it. But then again, that would warrant another lecture. “I have warned you away from that family countless times…I have warned you away from that child of the Guerreros,” She sighs, “Why do you not listen?” “Amelia is my friend, Mother,” I said stiffly, “She isn't just a child of the Guerreros, she is my friend.” I heard a scoff, “That family is not one to be messed with, do you know who her mother was? If they find out they have family this close, will you be able to handle the aftermath of their wrath?!” She practically screeched over the phone. “I have left you to do whatever you choose, being a stupid doctor, running off with countless men like a fucking prostitute but don't you dare put our family in jeopardy because you so desperately want
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AMELIAI spent the next two days trying to understand why Roman wouldn't come home and most importantly, why I was here. I should have left. I should have packed up my things and found a small apartment. Yet, something was keeping me in here, it wasn't the fact that I cared for his reputation or what the people would say once I left. No. It was because I just couldn't bring myself to leave. He's lonely. He will be lonely. That shouldn't have been the least of my concern but it was. After getting dressed in my denim overalls, I made my way to the basement Trenton had led me to the previous day. Apparently it was my studio. A place even Roman hadn't seen ever since I moved in my supplies. I was working on the painting Vincent had asked for, just as I was preparing myself to attend his family event, as he had called it. He didn't want to go alone. And God knew my weakness was loneliness. Watching someone I know go through that is something I will be unable to handle,
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A coward. That was what I realized myself to be in that moment. I spent days wondering if he truly intended to fight about it and dismiss it and now that he claims not to, I chose to run. I walked out of the basement in a rush, unable to keep still, unable to find the right words to say to him. This was far too complicated. And I hate complicated. After taking off the denim overalls, I took a quick shower, washing off the colors that had no doubt stained my skin and then proceeded to stare at the tiled walls blankly for almost an hour. Then the hot water had began to cool and I realized I'd used it all up while being lost in thought. With a reluctant sigh, I stepped out of the shower to get dressed. I had to meet up with Vincent. He said he would be taking me to his gallery so as to pick a spot and get a feel of the place. A good opportunity to leave the house before the shareholders meeting coming up at Grayson Holdings. I rummaged through my closet, finally sett
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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
