The drive home was quiet, almost too quiet considering how much I wanted to escape my thoughts in that moment. Marcus, my driver, kept his eyes trained on the road ahead as the city blurred past us, the late afternoon sun casted long shadows through the tinted windows. I was both annoyed and grat
Seeing that message made the house seem larger and made me feel even more lonely than I already did. The hot shower did little to wash away my unease, but at least it helped with the physical exhaustion. The water cascaded over my shoulders, and I tried to imagine it washing away Victoria's threat
The sound of the bedroom door opening startled me from my thoughts. Roman's familiar footsteps approached, and I turned to face him. His surprise at finding me awake was evident in his raised brows. Even tired, he was unfairly handsome. His blue eyes, though weary, still held that intensity that ne
The day of the Henderson event arrived too quickly, bringing with it a flutter of nerves I couldn't quite shake. I was in our walk-in closet, mentally preparing myself to start getting ready while trying to ignore the slight tremor in my hands, when Roman appeared in the doorway with a famous brand
My heart raced at his words and proximity, especially with him standing so close I could smell his cologne – that expensive, subtle scent that I could only experience from him. He looked devastatingly breathtaking in his perfectly tailored black tuxedo, the crisp white shirt making his tanned skin g
"Roman," Yaakov's deep voice carried easily over the ambient noise, commanding attention without effort. His eyes barely flicked to me before dismissing my presence entirely, as if I were nothing more than a particularly uninteresting piece of furniture. "We need to discuss something urgent before t
As Monica came closer, it was like watching an incoming storm. I had no idea what to expect, but I knew I wouldn't back down easily…not today. If I can take on Victoria Wellington If I can survive one conversation with my mother's father despite all I knew him to be…Monica would definitely be a piec
"Sorry that took so long," Roman's voice was smooth and steady behind me, though his arm tightened protectively around my waist. "Monica, lovely to see you." The transformation on Monica's face was almost fascinating to watch – how quickly the fury morphed into a society smile, though it didn't qui
SIX MONTHS LATER The annual Wellington Anniversary gala was in full swing, and we'd decided to host it in our home rather than the hotel it was in late year. The ballroom of our estate glittering with lights that illuminated the beauty of the hall’s interior, reflecting against the marble floors
Wolves. They were fucking wolves yet Roman acted like they simply dogs he'd raised. And in turn, they acted the same towards him. “Why wolves though?” I raised a questioning brow as I caressed Sage's soft fur and Juniper whining a few seconds after that. Roman shrugged, “Why not?” He replied w
"You should hate me," I whispered, my voice breaking. "After what I did, you should hate me." "I know," he agreed, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. "It would be so much easier if I did." A tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it. Roman reached out, hesitated, then gently brushed i
"What happened?" he asked, his voice gentler than I deserved. I laughed bitterly. "Nothing dramatic. No great tragedy or betrayal. Just... emptiness. Day after day of emptiness. Making decisions that affect hundreds of people, never letting anyone close enough to see that I'm terrified of making th
I woke to unfamiliar shadows dancing across an unfamiliar ceiling. For a moment, panic seized me as I forgot where I was. Until it came rushing back and I found myself sinking deeper into the mattress Roman's bed was sinfully comfortable, the sheets soft against my skin. I stretched, my muscles p
The rain continued to lash against the windows, filling the silence between us. Outside, lightning flashed, illuminating Roman's face and his even darker expression. I wasn't getting through to him. And I didn't blame him. "Two years ago, you made it very clear that you didn't need me," he said
Roman chuckled, the rich sound sending heated shivers down my abdomen. His eyes crinkled at the corners, making him look more like the man I remembered. "So did you," he replied, nodding toward my pixie cut. I reached up self-consciously to touch the ends of my damp hair. "Maybe it should be called
Roman suddenly cleared his throat and dragged his gaze away. He ran a hand through his short blonde hair, sending droplets flying. "I'll get you something dry," he said, his voice rougher than before. He disappeared down a hallway without waiting for my response. Left alone, I took the opportunity
AMELIA My mouth opened, but no sound came out. Words, which had never failed me before, suddenly evaporated from my mind like morning dew under a harsh sun. I stood there, gun still stupidly hanging from my fingers, staring at the stranger-not-stranger before me. Roman Wellington. But not my Roman