I pulled on a black dress hurriedly as I prepared for a small gathering Roman put pm the schedule. We were attending the wedding anniversary of a major shareholder called Mr. Martinez and truth be told, I had no intention of leaving the house. Yet, the glare Roman sent my way said otherwise.
Brilliant golden lights welcomed us as we walked into what I assumeed to be the man's house yet it seemed more like a castle with a rather extravagant design instead of a house. Roman's expression remained rigid as we stepped in, he was in a bad mood and he wasn't hiding it. It made me stiffen up
Why is he so opposed to the idea of giving his mother a grandchild?Roman looked downright pissed off after we’d walked away from Tatyana, his expression darkening even further when we spotted his parents with the Martinez couple, the very people we were looking for.I could tell he didn't want to g
I wish I could say the night went on without a hutch, but quite frankly I had underestimated Victoria's severe dislike for me. After speaking with the golden couple, Roman and I became separated and I was surprised to find that I preferred staying by his side all night than with anyone else. H
My heart was pounding so fast, my chest felt so tight that I found it heard to breath. The pang in my chest worsening as I felt suffocated, almost panicking as I weaved through the endless crowd of luxury covered ass kissers. We had to leave. I had to leave. I finally spotted him a few step
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 k
“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 po
Roman never left my side. It shouldn't have bothered me in so many way but it did. Not just that but the strange flashbacks I kept having of him. I knew it couldn't be him, but it was his face, was it a hallucination or a memory? Why do I remember Roman being blonde and in the military? “
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