Roman and I hadn't said anything after his world shifting words in the bathroom. No, it looked more like he was too scared to say something, like he didn't trust the words that would come out of his mouth anymore. I on the other hand was unsure of how to react. This is something I've been wishin
AMELIA “Hi, Vince,” I smiled. It felt so strange seeing him here, in front of his door after weeks of worrying about him. He said he'd gone to Japan, but why did I feel like there was more to the story? More than what he'd actually told. He was dressed in pokemon pajamas which was definitel
ROMAN I would've said no if I didn't feel so guilty after the words I'd said to Amelia that night. And she made it quite clear she wasn't asking for my permission, she just cared about me enough to let me know she was going out with a friend. Vincent. I don't like the man. Not one bit. I hate
“It's Miss Grayson, sir,” I could hear the slight discomfort in her tone. For some reason, Bertha never got along with my secretary. I never understood why she wanted me to fire the woman. Why is she here? “Let her in,” I said despite my first thought being to send her away. I had no idea wh
ROMAN My eyes snapped open with a start. I inhaled deeply, my senses on high alert as I reached under my pillow and grabbed my gun, immediately sensing that something was wrong. I was in the spare room in my office, yet with no recollection of how I ended up here. My head was throbbing, my bod
I was relieved to find her in my office, sitting on the leather sofa at the far end with a blank expression on her face. She finally met her eyes, she looked as if she was staring at a stranger. And that look hit me hard. “Amelia…it's not what it looks like,” I hurriedly said, the fear of losing
AMELIA A few hours earlier… Something was wrong, something was terribly wrong. I looked at the new, strange paintings that spread through the gallery and for some reason, I knew immediately that they were all mine. I'd painted them all. “They were all donated by an anonymous regular, much lik
JESSICA “Time of death, 11: 58 pm, November 12th,” Dr Morrison declares with a grim expression as the nurse beside moved to King Guerrero’s bedside and pulled up the sheets to cover his deathly pale face. His eyes were closed shut and his lips slack. For the first time since I'd met the man, he l
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