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Sure, I had to find a way to have Roman wrapped around my fingers. No man could resist a woman who is always seemingly weak and had tears in her eyes. Roman ate that shit up just as I wanted him to. But something changed. Or maybe it has been there this entire time but I chose to ignore it…unt
“Last night you made my wife leave the safety of her home and come over at a time that wasn't safe,” What? His wife? Is he referring to Amelia?! What the fuck is going on? Is he upset because my father called Amelia over at night? “I…Mr. Wellington…” Even my father was at a loss for wo
“Roman!” I screeched, my voice nearing hysteria. I watched as his back stiffened up as he made his way to his car, he stopped in his tracks, turning around slowly to finally face me. His lips were pressed into a thin line, his eyes cold, almost empty as he met my eyes. “Roman…” I breathed, r
AMELIA“Trenton, hi!” I smiled as I walked into the living room, he was the first person I found and behind him was Vincent. His handsome face was bright with a smile the second he spotted me. “Hey, Vincent,” I greeted. “Miss Amelia,” “Amelia,” I couldn't help but notice it was a rather
“I um…have you…had breakfast?” Roman watched me for what seemed to be an eternity. The look in his eyes was intense, I found myself rooted to the spot as we gazed into each other's eyes. He shook his head slowly after the long silence stretched, uncomfortably so. I had many questions, many.
GREECEMy mother has always had an issue with everything and everyone. She wants everything to be be the way she wants, yet her own definition of perfection and what is right is so flawed, I am a bit ashamed it took me twenty years of living with her to realize it. “Greece! Did you even hear a wor
“What's your name?” I asked, watching as her gray eyes went wide as she tried to probably recall her name. It was funny to see the little girl bring her chubby fingers to her pouty lips and pat them like a thoughtful adult. “I…my name is Lisa,” She responded but still looked confused like she wasn
ROMANYEARS AGO… "Hey! Stop right there!" The shout pierced the night air, shattering the fragile silence we'd maintained during our escape. My muscles tensed instinctively, adrenaline surging through my veins as I tightened my grip on Amelia's limp form. Her soft, ragged breathing tickled my ear
"I swear," she laughed, her voice filling the car with warmth, "if he could bubble-wrap me and the baby, he would." I couldn't help but smile, watching her face light up as she talked about her husband. "He's just nervous. First-time dad and all that." "Oh, speaking of nervous," she grinned, tur
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 ce
The color drained from their faces so quickly it was almost comical. Uncle Stefano actually tugged at his collar, while Uncle Paolo seemed to sink further into his chair. "Ricardo made his choice," Uncle Marco said, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity despite his obvious fear. "We are mere
AMELIA The meeting wasn't one I was looking forward to but it was something I had to get done. Something that I hoped would remind me of all the reasons why I was in Italy. All the reasons why I became a completely different person. I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, taking in ho
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