AMELIA Vincent's movements seemed sluggish, almost mechanical. As more time passed, his usually vibrant energy seemed to have dulled, replaced by a weariness that hung around him like an invisible cloak. I watched him carefully, my instincts picking up on the subtle and yet obvious signs of exhaus
ROMAN “We've been unable to trace the number, sir.” Came the second disappointing reply for the day, from the one hacker Dimitri trusted enough to get the job done. My grip on my phone tightened as I struggled to rein in my emotions, my frustration almost spilling over. I was sick and tired of
ROMAN My father and I haven't spoken since I received the invitation to his wedding. Now, I wasn't claiming to be perfect. I was also unfaithful to my wife and hurt her in ways I would continue to regret for the rest of my life but him? He was making a decision that wouldn't benefit him in an
ROMAN I laughed. I couldn't help myself. Bertha's words were by far the best punch-line to a joke I'd heard in a while. I shook my head, meeting her eyes for a split second before I burst out laughing again. By the time I had called, her face was red, from both embarrassment and anger. The
AMELIA “We should make her Jessica, after her beloved godmother,” Jessica argued on the other line, annoying me like she usually did. “Why would I name my child, Jessica?” I snorted, “Last thing I want is for my baby to look like you,” Jessica scoffed rather dramatically and I couldn't help but
I stared at the text message, my thumb hovering over the screen as a million thoughts raced through my mind. The invitation seemed so out of character for my father - a man who had been more absent than present throughout my life, and who I'd deliberately distanced myself from. Roman's steady brea
AMELIA It was a weird morning. Last thing I remembered was falling asleep on the couch in Roman's arms rather than waking him up. I found myself on the bed that morning. Under the soft duvet and alone in bed. The sunlight filtered through the cracks in the dark curtains and cast a warm glow into
“Hold onto to me, Amy,” Hearing that low rasp that was filled with dark promises, every single protest died in my throat and I did exactly as he said. He made me pressed my back against the wall before his fingers began trailing down from my lower back, to my thighs, to the back of my knees. I
"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
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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