After what felt like hours of intense conversation, I finally stood up from the chair, my legs slightly wobbly from sitting for so long. The weight of everything I had learned pressed down on me, making even the simple act of standing feel like a monumental effort. "I need to head out," I announced
He said he would talk to Roman…does that mean I don't have to say anything now? Finally, taking a deep breath, I pressed call. The phone rang once, twice, three times. Just as I was about to hang up, thinking Roman was too busy to answer, the call connected. But it wasn't Roman's deep, accented vo
Bertha's words echoed in my mind: "A love that transcends all obstacles." Was there truth to what she said? Was she really just there on business or was he lying about it? And if so, where did that leave me? I was so lost in my thoughts that I barely noticed when the car pulled up to the salon.
AMELIA As I stood in front of the full-length mirror, my breath caught in my throat. The woman staring back at me was familiar yet strangely new. My once dark limp locks had been transformed into a stunning shade of warm blonde with faint curls, the color seeming to catch and reflect the light in a
Jessica hesitated, her steps slowing as we approached a small park. She led us to a nearby bench, sitting down with a heavy sigh. "It's... it's my parents," she finally admitted, her voice small. "They're just... they're driving me crazy, as usual." "I'm so sorry, Jess," I said, feeling a pang of g
Jessica leaned forward, her elbows on the table. "And? Did he meet your expectations? Is it something you want to do again?" I opened my mouth to respond, but found myself at a loss for words. The truth was, I wasn't sure how to answer that question. Admitting it out loud, even to myself, scared me
"Greece?" I called out again, rising from my seat as the disheveled young woman stumbled towards our table. Her usually impeccable appearance was in disarray - her dark hair mussed, her clothes wrinkled, and her eyes wide with a mix of fear and relief. I watched as her legs and fingers trembled, she
What the fuck does she mean by ‘locked up’? Greece's fingers tightened around her coffee cup, her knuckles turning white. "It... it was my fault," she said, her voice small and filled with shame. "I disrespected her in front of her friends. I embarrassed her. She said I needed to learn my place."
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