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
AMELIAI stood by the window of my bedroom, gazing out at the manicured gardens of the Wellington estate. The beauty of the landscape did little to ease the turmoil in my mind. These past few weeks had been a whirlwind of confusion and conflicting emotions, leaving me feeling adrift in a sea of unce
"Amelia, you don't have to bother-" Vincent started to protest, but I cut him off again. "It's not a bother at all," I insisted. "You've been such a good friend to me, Vincent. Let me return the favor. I'll see you soon." Before he could argue further, I ended the call. I quickly changed into a co
I managed to find enough to whip up a simple breakfast of toast, scrambled eggs, and some fresh fruit I found. As I cooked, my mind wandered. Why was Vincent living alone in such a large house? And why did it feel so... unlived in? Carrying a tray with the breakfast and a glass of orange juice, I
Vincent shook his head. "I got some last night bought to be honest…" He sighed, “I'm not a fan of swallowing pills,” He admitted sheepishly, a childlike glint in his eyes. I bit back the laugh that lodged in my throat and shook my head, “No one is,” I chuckled. I stood up, determined. "Alright,
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