Now, I found myself reaching for the phone, my thumb hovering over his name. The photo I'd assigned to his contact was still there, Roman laughing, his eyes crinkled at the corners, hair slightly mussed from my hands running through it. It had been taken on the yacht, during those perfect days befor
"I can make some inquiries," Nikolai replied, his voice careful, measured. "Roman Wellington is not an easy man to find if he doesn't want to be found." I gripped the phone tighter, my knuckles turning white. "But you can do it, right? You have connections I don't." There was a pause on the other
"I know," I whispered. "I just need to see him. To explain. After that, if he wants me gone, I'll go,” A strong part of me believed he wouldn't want me around, it would break me but I would still do it. This wasn't just about me. Jessica leaned over to hug me, her baby bump pressing against my s
I hesitated, torn between my duty to my family and the pull of something I couldn't name. Jessica reached out, taking my hand. "Go," she said simply. "Find him. Be back in a few days, with or without him. But at least you'll know and so will Greece," she finished with a small smile. Twenty-four h
Once the cabin was secure, I called Jessica again, needing to hear a friendly voice. "The place is beautiful," I told her, staring out at the lake. "Peaceful. I can see why someone would come here to disappear." "Maybe that's a sign," Jessica replied. "Maybe you're closer than you think." I sighe
AMELIA Once the clock struck ten pm, I knew it was going to be the worst night of my life. Amelia Grayson, EXPELLED. I read the email with tightly clenched fists, unable to stop the anger that spread through my chest. I spent two whole years working on my application, getting a fucking schola
ROMANI knew it was going to be the worst evening in a while once the clock struck ten pm. My alarm rang and I blinked myself back to reality, the realization dawning on me that I’d worked overtime, again. Unintended but then again, a part of me just like every other day, dreading going back hom
AMELIAMy head ached so badly that I cried out, and along with my stomach ache it felt like I was intentionally being tortured. I heard voices, both familiar and unfamiliar, I heard the urgency of that man's voice…I heard his anger although this time not directed at me. Strangely while I floated
Once the cabin was secure, I called Jessica again, needing to hear a friendly voice. "The place is beautiful," I told her, staring out at the lake. "Peaceful. I can see why someone would come here to disappear." "Maybe that's a sign," Jessica replied. "Maybe you're closer than you think." I sighe
I hesitated, torn between my duty to my family and the pull of something I couldn't name. Jessica reached out, taking my hand. "Go," she said simply. "Find him. Be back in a few days, with or without him. But at least you'll know and so will Greece," she finished with a small smile. Twenty-four h
"I know," I whispered. "I just need to see him. To explain. After that, if he wants me gone, I'll go,” A strong part of me believed he wouldn't want me around, it would break me but I would still do it. This wasn't just about me. Jessica leaned over to hug me, her baby bump pressing against my s
"I can make some inquiries," Nikolai replied, his voice careful, measured. "Roman Wellington is not an easy man to find if he doesn't want to be found." I gripped the phone tighter, my knuckles turning white. "But you can do it, right? You have connections I don't." There was a pause on the other
Now, I found myself reaching for the phone, my thumb hovering over his name. The photo I'd assigned to his contact was still there, Roman laughing, his eyes crinkled at the corners, hair slightly mussed from my hands running through it. It had been taken on the yacht, during those perfect days befor
I twisted the shower knob with more force than necessary, setting it to cold. As I peeled off my clothes, letting them drop in a heap on the marble floor, I caught sight of myself in the large mirror. I looked the same as I had this morning, the only difference was…my eyes. They were slightly wide
The drive back to the manor was silent. Oppressively silent. The kind of silence that rings in your ears and makes your skin feel too tight. Jessica kept shooting worried glances my way, her hands gripping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles were white. I couldn't bring myself to care. My mind
Hi, hope you're doing good and the year has been going well for you? You must've noticed the lack of updates and I sincerely apologize for it. After my grandma's passing, things haven't been the same and I'm sad to admit that I went down a spiral and I had to take a step back for my mental health
That now seemed like a lifetime ago. A lifetime of promises I broke. "I know," I whispered, reaching across the table to take her hand. "And I'm so sorry, Greece. I was wrong, and I was selfish, and there's no excuse for it." She didn't pull away, but her eyes remained full of hurt. "Do you have