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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 h
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
“Thank you,” I replied, sounding more stiff than I had intended. But then again, what the fuck does he expect from me? We had sex, and then he proceeded to treat me like it didn't happen. Like I was unimportant, an itch that needed to be scratched. And despite how much it hurt, I was wil
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
His eyes flashed with anger, and he took a step closer. "We need to talk, Amelia. Disregard whatever the fuck this is and just stay," I felt my own anger rising, I scoffed, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear in a rather rough manner. "If you truly wanted to talk about what happened between
Vincent's brow furrowed with concern. "Are you sure? You seem... distracted," He pointed out with an obvious tone. I felt my facade crumbling under his worried gaze. "I... I'm not sure I'm okay anymore," I admitted, feeling my eyes prickle with unshed tears. Vincent's expression softened. "We c
I nodded, a bittersweet smile playing on my lips. "I'm sure," I said, stepping closer to the painting. "Look, right there in the corner. That's her signature. I'd recognize it anywhere," Vincent leaned in, his eyes narrowing as he examined the delicate swirl of initials in the bottom right corner
The drive back to Roman's mansion was quiet, save for the soft classical music playing in Vincent's car. My mind was a ballroom of thoughts and emotions, all centering around the man I I knew I shouldn't be thinking about. Still, somehow after my trip o had come to realize just how much I had spir
AMELIA TWO YEARS LATER… I was twenty-seven years old, younger than my mother was when she had me, and five years older than she was when my grandfather entrusted the Guerrero family's responsibility to her. Despite trying my best not to think about her, everything I did, everywhere I walked in It
"And sitting back and doing nothing is better?" My voice rose, a mixture of frustration and desperation. "I'm tired of being the victim. Tired of being passed around like a piece of property, like something to be traded and bartered." His blue eyes flashed. "I would never let that happen to you aga
AMELIA Why was I so hesitant? I had been sure of my choices, I had accepted that it was what I really wanted and what I needed. But sitting here, with his head on my shoulder and his eyes looking so distant, I couldn't bring myself to say a word. Nothing. “Amy?” “Hm?” Roman raised his hea
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
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 cau
"I don't want anyone near you right now," he admitted quietly. "The thought of letting anyone close after what happened..." "Rome," I reached up to cover his hand with mine. "We can't live like that. I won't live like that – trapped in fear, suspicious of everyone." I wasn't going to tell him what
The thought of Roman losing control made my chest ache. I knew how he could get when his emotions overwhelmed him, knew the darkness he fought to keep at bay. "How bad was he? Really?" Maria led me toward the kitchen, her grip steady and supportive. "Bad enough that when this cousin appeared, even
AMELIA I 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 iron
AMELIA A 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