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."
As we pulled up to the imposing gates of the Roman’s mansion, I felt Greece's anxiety radiating from her in tangible waves. I gave her hand a reassuring squeeze as we stepped out of our respective cars. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the manicured lawn as we made our way up the wind
One thing was clear though, he didn't like me. Which also meant this marriage was strictly Roman's grandfather's decision. Trenton continued, his voice low and thoughtful. "He's never really been concerned about anything, Miss Amelia. As for Greece, I've noticed her relationship with her mother, V
As Roman stepped into the kitchen, I felt a sudden tension coil in my stomach. His eyes swept over the scene, lingering on Greece before settling on me. I couldn't help but notice how his gaze lingered, perhaps taking in my new blonde hair. Or maybe it was something else. He looked at me like he
The next morning, after Roman had left for the office, Greece and I found ourselves curled up on the plush sofa in the living room, a bowl of popcorn between us and a lighthearted romantic comedy playing on the massive TV screen just like the last time she'd been here. It was a welcome distraction f
"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