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
JESSICA “Will you be attending the funeral?” Amelia stared down at her feet with a conflicted expression, looking like she couldn't decide. Her skin had become quite pale, she was sick. I noticed she's been from the past few days but she claims it's something she ate. I think otherwise. “I rea
"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