I turned to look at her, suddenly feeling exhausted. "No," I admitted. "No, I'm really not," I admitted as I finally made a move towards the sink, avoiding a glance at my reflection. Greece bit her lip, looking uncertain. Then, to my surprise, she reached into her clutch and pulled out a small se
It was easy getting out of there, Greece had her own car and her driver was no where to be found. She drove us down to Roman's mansion, talking about who I was as we passed by the lit up streets. Apparently I was a woman who barely showed emotion or cared about anything if it wasn't business o
I want to know why my mother ended her own life without considering me. And I want to know why I put myself in the same cycle by marrying Roman. Why the fuck would I do such a thing? I didn't have all the answered but I was sure of one thing in that moment. “Greece?” I called out softly,
The truce was a fucking bad idea! I can't trust anyone, much less this man who always thinks the worst of me. I could tell my words got to him from the angry lines between his eyes. His lips had thinned and his expression darker. “And by the way, that's your sister,” I pointed in Greece's d
ROMAN I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, the harsh fluorescent light doing nothing to hide the bags under my eyes or the pallor of my skin. My head throbbed with each movement, a painful reminder of last night's overindulgence. I left the event after my mother confirmed Amelia an
And Greece... I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen my sister smile like that. Her usual reserved demeanor was gone, replaced by an openness that made her look her age. She laughed freely, her whole face lighting up as she playfully flicked some batter at Amelia. The sight made my chest tight
Greece's smile faltered a bit as she looked at me. "Are you okay, Roman? It's... not like you to drink that much." Her concern, tentative as it was, hit me hard. When was the last time we'd had a real conversation? When was the last time I'd given her reason to be concerned about me? Honestly, I
ROMAN After breakfast, I headed upstairs to get ready for work, my mind still reeling from the unexpected warmth of the morning. As I knotted my tie, I could hear laughter drifting up from the kitchen - Amelia and Greece, still chatting and giggling as they cleaned up. The sound was foreign in thi
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