Hi, firstly I want to apologize for the unstable updates. Things have been so difficult for me since this month began. But, I promise steady updates soon and also to give this book a befitting end.
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
AMELIA Roman left for work after our rather eventful shower. He promised to be back earlier, to finish what he started and I just laughed. I was going into work later than usual, needing a bit of time to gather myself and speak to the people Vincent said were asking for custom paintings. I'd sp
These same lips had been buried between my legs this morning. I pulled away with a small pout. He raised a brow, “What?” “They look better between my thighs,” I raised my fingers and patted his bottom lip. His eyes darkened as he heard my words and for a split second I imagined what it would
The pain was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. It wasn't just a sharp twinge or a dull ache - it was a consuming, all-encompassing agony that seemed to twist my insides like a wrung-out towel. My legs went weak, trembling beneath me, and if it weren't for Roman's quick reflexes, I would have cra
T.W(Miscarriage) I had fallen back asleep. My body was probably unable to handle the exhaustion that came with my fear. Roman hadn't said a word to me which only served to make me feel worse. He just told me to wait till the doctor got there. My nerves were all over the fucking place and all tha
AMELIA The silence was almost like a living, breathing entity. It wrapped around me like a suffocating blanket, pressing against my chest, making each breath feel like a monumental effort. My body felt alien—a vessel that had somehow failed its most fundamental purpose. The white hospital walls s
AMELIA Darkness. Unrelenting. Suffocating. The memory crashed over me like a violent wave, fragmentary and disjointed. Marcus. The name itself was a razor blade against my consciousness, cutting through the soft, sedated edges of my hospital room's tranquility. I could see him—not his face, n
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