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
Victoria's eyes narrowed dangerously. "You dare to lecture me on how to treat my own daughter? You, who has no idea what it means to be a mother?" I took a deep breath, steeling myself. "Being a mother doesn't give you the right to abuse and control your child. Greece deserves love, support, and re
JESSICA The cool evening breeze rustled through my newly dyed hair as I made my way back to St. Mary's Hospital for my night shift. I felt refreshed after my day off, but a nagging worry tugged at the back of my mind. Greece was Roman's sister, I did not know her that well but we'd run into each ot
I cut him off before he could finish, hating myself a little for the flicker of disappointment I saw in his eyes. "Sorry, I've already got plans for lunch tomorrow. Maybe another time?" It was a lie, and we both knew it. But Yul was too much of a gentleman to call me out on it. He nodded, his smile
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