A coward. That was what I realized myself to be in that moment. I spent days wondering if he truly intended to fight about it and dismiss it and now that he claims not to, I chose to run. I walked out of the basement in a rush, unable to keep still, unable to find the right words to say to him
His eyes flashed with anger, and he took a step closer. "We need to talk, Amelia. Disregard whatever the fuck this is and just stay," I felt my own anger rising, I scoffed, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear in a rather rough manner. "If you truly wanted to talk about what happened between
Vincent's brow furrowed with concern. "Are you sure? You seem... distracted," He pointed out with an obvious tone. I felt my facade crumbling under his worried gaze. "I... I'm not sure I'm okay anymore," I admitted, feeling my eyes prickle with unshed tears. Vincent's expression softened. "We c
I nodded, a bittersweet smile playing on my lips. "I'm sure," I said, stepping closer to the painting. "Look, right there in the corner. That's her signature. I'd recognize it anywhere," Vincent leaned in, his eyes narrowing as he examined the delicate swirl of initials in the bottom right corner
The drive back to Roman's mansion was quiet, save for the soft classical music playing in Vincent's car. My mind was a ballroom of thoughts and emotions, all centering around the man I I knew I shouldn't be thinking about. Still, somehow after my trip o had come to realize just how much I had spir
I bit back a retort, reminding myself to stay civil. "Is there something I can help you with?" I asked, trying to keep my voice leveled. The last thing I wanted was to face her. I had to think, I can't think with her here. Victoria stood up, smoothing down her impeccable white designer suit. "
Victoria's eyes hardened. “Why shouldn't it be you? You see, I find it rather... convenient that you've lost your memory. It's quite the get-out-of-jail-free card, isn't it?" She scoffed, “It means you have a proper excuse not to have a child with him and still stay his wife,” My annoyance incr
She shook her head, “I should have let him marry your sister rather than you, she is obviously the better option compared to you!” Her words struck me, for some reason. Bringing up years of bitterness that always surfaced whenever someone chose to compare me with my sister. I've done everything
"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