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,
I went through the schedule Roman had given me quite a few times, trying to commit to memory or, in this case, mentally preparing myself for the days I would have to spend by his side.It was easy to converse with him when either Trenton or Greece was present, I could pretend for a few minutes that
“Did you need something?” I found myself tongue tied as I watched the man, his hair was still wry from his shower. His shirt slightly soaked, clung to his muscular body like skin and black sweatpants that hing low on his waist. I could see his biceps bulging from the slightest movements and as
"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