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
Greece looked at me, surprise evident in her blue eyes. "You... you want to hear about it?" The hesitation in her voice made my chest ache. Had I really been so dismissive of her interests before? We haven't spent this much time together before, maybe that's why I haven't noticed just how simila
I arrived at the office, my kind still trying to process everything that had happened that morning. The bustling energy of the workplace felt jarring after the unexpected warmth of breakfast and the heavy conversation I had with Greece. It was bound to happen sooner or later, I just hoped to God th
The door opened, and there she was. Bertha Grayson, as beautiful as ever. Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders in perfect waves, catching the light from the window. Her blue eyes twinkled with an unexpected warmth, a far cry from the tears or anger I'd been expecting. She moved with a grace t
I stood up, unable to remain seated under the weight of her accusation. I began pacing behind my desk, feeling like a caged animal. "It's not about finding a 'good time,' Bertha. It's about the reality of the situation. I've told you, time and time again, there's no legal way to end the marriage b
Her eyes met mine, filled with a mix of determination and a sadness so profound it made my heart ache. "Am I? Are we? Because from where I'm standing, we're further apart than ever. I love you, Roman. God help me, I do. But I can't keep living like this. In the shadows, always waiting, always wonder
"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
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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 cau