ROMAN She looked like she'd walked straight out of the most beautiful painting I'd ever seen. The greens in her eyes seemed brighter and swirling with emotions I couldn't comprehend all at once. I wasn't sure when it had started or why it hasn't stopped, but everytime I see Amelia…I want to kiss
Amelia…doesn't want to show even a glimpse of weakness. No matter what. I respected that, but it also frustrated me at that moment. “Everything is fine,” She breathed, sounding like she needed to convince herself more than she needed to convince me. I didn't push, I wanted to but I didn't. Ins
AMELIA His question held a hint of something in it that I was too afraid to identify at that moment. The unmistakable feel of his strong fingers around my wrist was enough to make my emotions go haywire. I stood frozen on the spot, his words sinking in. The sheer honesty in them and how fast my hea
AMELIA Roman was…honestly not what I expected him to be. For some reason, after breaking up with Bertha he seemed like a completely different person. Sure, we were obviously avoiding the topic of…our kiss…the sex…and everything else in between, like the obvious fact that we both wanted to fuck eac
She is all bark without bite but…Hector Grayson? That mad has put me through so much pain, enough for me not to get over it so easily. “It went good,” I heard myself say, surprised at how steady my voice was. “There was no hitch at all, it wasn't what I expected,” Roman looked satisfied.
The drive to Colson's house was filled with Roman muttering under his breath about "tiny terrors" and "last time I babysat". I couldn't help but grin, watching his usually composed demeanor crack at the mere thought of dealing with children. Who would have thought that the mighty Roman Wellington ha
Colson shook his head, then seemed to remember the crisis at hand. "Since you've thrown Roman to the wolves, the least you can do is help me with the cake situation." As we walked into the house, I was struck by the organized chaos inside. Every surface seemed to be covered in some form of party p
"Already sent them to the office group chat," Colson said cheerfully. "Morale has never been higher." Roman groaned and closed his eyes. "I'm firing both of you tomorrow." I patted his shoulder consolingly. "No, you're not. I don't work for you," I teased with a giggle. His eyes opened slight
"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