Amelia's Perspective, Two Years Later:
"Wake up, kid. Time to get ready," my uncle's voice blasted through my door.A heavy sigh escaped my lips before I dragged myself out of bed.Rubbing one eye with annoyance, I inspected my transformed self with a critical eye.No more fat; now I was built, boasting a perfectly rounded ass and flawless boobs.Chubby cheeks, fat laps, and pudgy hands were all history.I even went wild with blonde hair and adorned myself with tattoos on my hands and neck, embracing the badass vibe.Did I love my new body? Hell yes.Living with my uncle was a brutal boot camp – non-stop workouts, minimal food, and a crash course in boxing.He moulded me into a version of myself I never knew existed.Pissed off, my dad insisted I return to university. Almost 20 and two years of homeschooling later, I was going back to that dumb town.As I prepared, a flicker of hope lingered deep down – praying I wouldn't cross paths with any of those boys.Call me heartless, but a part of me wished at least one of them had met their demise.Still a sweet girl, but only if you're nice; I don't cause trouble unless you talk to me rudely.On a regular day, I mind my business and keep to myself.Shaking my head, I walked to the bathroom for a shower.A sigh escaped as cold water ran down my body.I remember when Dad kicked out Frank and Toney. They won't see me for a while.Time to go.After bathing, I saw the scar on my back - a reminder of trying to escape my uncle's men.Drying off, I grabbed black clothes - crop, pants, heels, and a biker jacket."Kid, let's go!" my impatient uncle yelled.Grabbing my bag and phone, I left the room, never to return."Fucking finally! What took you so long?" Uncle Philip grumbled."Not even a hug?" I asked with a smirk.He rolled his eyes, gave me a ticket, and pushed me out."Never show weakness, Lia. Observe, then strike," he mumbled as I walked away."Got it, old man." I entered the car.The drive to the airport was quiet; I kept looking out the window, feeling apprehensive about returning to that town and the memories I had tried so hard to forget. My brother informed me that none of them had moved, still maintaining their close-knit friendship.Taking a deep breath, I retrieved my headphones from my bag and placed them on my ears.My uncle had advised me to control my fear, but I, a young girl who loved having friends, struggled with the conflicting desire to connect with people and the fear of exposing my vulnerabilities."We are here!" my uncle's bodyguard mumbled as I nodded, opening the car door and hopping out"Until next time, buddy," I said with a smile, receiving a headshake from him.Walking towards the plane, I handed my ticket to the lady and joined everyone inside.Finding my seat, I took off my bag and settled in, staring out the window."Why do I have to go back?" I questioned myself, realizing I was now 20 and capable of making my own decisions.Yet, I couldn't bring myself to tell my father I didn't want to return, perhaps because I missed them.As the pilot announced the plane was ready to take off, I closed my eyes, increasing the volume in preparation for a little nap.Amelia's point of view:After 3 hours of traveling, I finally made it back home. A sigh escaped my lips as I scanned the crowd, searching for my brother. Feeling both hungry and still sleepy, despite the plane nap, I couldn't shake off the fatigue."Well, look who it is," someone said, causing me to snap my head up."Ace!" I exclaimed loudly, rushing toward him. People gave us curious looks, especially at him, as he threw his hands out and stood with his legs wide, like a starfish.As he spun us around, I giggled and said, "I missed you so much, Lia.""Me too," I whispered back."Is this a new car?" I asked, eyes wide."Yep, I work now and have lots of money, girly. Also, guess what?" he said."What?" I asked eagerly."Do you have a baby? I don't think I'm ready to be an auntie," I mumbled with a sigh.Ace rolled his eyes and showed me his fingers. A gasp left my lips when I saw the diamond ring."You're getting married?" I asked softly, jumping around."Oh my gosh, that's so amazing!
Amelia point of View:"so tell me how all this happened?" I asked softly while taking a bite of my food.Ace and my Dad looked at each other before dropping their spoons."Dad was sick, really sick and he was at the point of dying" Ace started.my eyes wide out before looking at Dad who just looked away from me."we didn't want to tell you because we knew you were also going through alot" Ace mumbled with a frown."so uhm one day Frank and Toney came over, they came looking for you, and I wasn't around." Ace mumbled with a pause."Dad fainted and they helped him get to the hospital before calling me." He said."Lucie helped Dad out, he payed for everything and-" Ace mumbled with a sigh."and? what " I asked softly looking at both of them."and in return he wants you to forgive and marry him" Ace said making my eyes wide out."Marry him, that's fucking crazy, how much did he pay I'll work and pay him back " I said with a raised eyebrow.but the look dad and my brother shared, I knew it
Amelia's Point of ViewWe finally arrived at a bigger mansion, which had more bodyguards.Damn, what if I wanted to eliminate all of them? I wouldn't be able to leave without getting shot."Come on, they are all inside," Ace mumbled.Nodding my head, I opened the car door, then jumped out.I was still short, which I didn't like.We walked towards the entrance when a man with tattoos stopped us."Sir Ace, is everything okay?" He asked while staring at me with a raised eyebrow.But I kept my face emotionless, just like my uncle taught me."Everything is fine, Mark. My sister just came back, and we wanted to meet Lucie and the others," Ace explained.The marked man nodded his head before taking a step back from us, then opened the door, not before bowing his head.Ace looked at me before walking inside.I made sure to give Mark a look before smirking when his face paled.Guess my looks do give chills.Walking in, I looked around the mansion. I didn't want to stare too much before looking
Amelia's Point of View:The next morning, Dad and Ace woke me up, saying we had to get ready for a dinner date with Lucie's family. Was I happy? No! I hate dates, especially fancy ones."Do I have to wear a dress?" I asked my dad and my brother, who were in my room looking for a dress for me to wear, but the thing is, I had none. My uncle hates dresses or short outfits, and he didn't want his bodyguards staring at me, so I had to burn all of them. I cried that day."I thought you loved dresses, mi love. What happened to all of them?" Dad asked with a frown before walking towards my chair."Well, your brother burnt all of them. He didn't like them and said it makes you look and feel like a girly girl, so he didn't want that from me," I replied with a smile.Dad shook his head before letting out a breath. "You and your brother need to go to the mall and get a dress. This dinner is really important, Amelia," he said.A scold made its way to my lips. "It's important for you both, and no
Amelia point of View;The moment we arrived at the party, I already knew it was a big one.the amount of cars parked outside, and the amount of bodyguard's I had seen everywhere, made things more worse to me."Is Lucie and his family members Mafia people?" I asked softly.I needed to know before I plan to do anything with my life.Father nods his head before letting out a breath."Amelia, if you don't want this, I really understand, but please just for me, maybe just stay with him for 1 year, and if you love him, then you guys can decide what to do next" Father mumbled softly."it's all good father, I won't act up in the party, let's just go please" I said with a smile.I was really not going to act up, but if I meet anyone from school and they bully me there about my new body.then I'll make sure to kill one person at least.all my uncle training can't go to waste.The sound of the car door opening made me snap my head up.my brother stood there, his hand out waiting for me, a smile
Amelia's Point of View:Osiris Walker and Verena Walker—both their names held power. "Osiris" means "God of death," while "Verena" means "to respect." Once again, I found myself pondering how my father got me into this world, but leaving it was going to be difficult."Father, mother, this is Amelia, my wife-to-be," Lucie declared loudly, ensuring they could hear him. Osiris turned towards me, his grey eyes, similar to Lucie's, staring at me before nodding his head. It was no surprise; everyone knew he seldom spoke to anyone except his wife. If she approved of me, that's when he would acknowledge me."Oh my, you are so beautiful!" Verena exclaimed with a smile. Before I knew it, I was in her arms as she jumped up and down with me. She certainly had lots of energy."Thank you so much, ma'am," I replied politely, giving her my best smile."Nonsense, call me Verena; you are my future daughter-in-law, so we must get to know each other!" she insisted, her kindness and sweetness shining thro
Amelia's Point of View:The race had already started before I arrived; I came late because Han didn't want to leave. He kept asking why I left the party without telling my family members. But after begging him with food, he agreed and left. So, I had a little food date with that man baby.Rolling my eyes, I could feel the people screaming and hyping the race. There was something about racing that I was obsessed with. It all started when one of my uncle's men, Gray, he was the best biker I'd ever met.I remembered that day. I came out of the mansion, my book in my hands. I got bored of staying indoors. That's when I saw it, his bike, there in all its glory. I couldn't help but grasp and ran towards it, before I could touch it, Gray grabbed my arm. I had no idea where he came from, but from the scold he gave me, I knew I had crossed the line.I had the biggest crush on him, but I was only 18 then, and he was 25. It took only one year of training, and I became a mini version of him. But
Amelia point of View;"So where have you been all these while?" I asked Gray.we were both in my room, I couldn't stop staring at him.he looked more handsome than before, His face and Body looked different."I was kidnapped, the day I left the mansion for the mission, The Russian Mafia came and attacked us, killed everyone except me" He mumbled with a frown."I have been with them , for 1 year and some months, before escaping, but I had to plan everything, so I managed to get some of his men to work with me" Gray continued."Before we left that place, one of his men placed a bomb in it, and it exploded." He Finally said with a sigh."I'm sorry I made you worry my little Trouble maker" He mumbled with a smile, while giving my cheek a squeeze."Just don't leave anymore, you had no idea how I felt!" I whispered softly looking at him.Nodding his head, he placed a kiss on my forehead before wrapping his arms around my waist.Did I tell you guys I have a ; "CRUSH ON THIS MAN!!"He always
Mike’s Point of ViewThe walk to Jack’s house felt like an eternity. Each step weighed heavy, not just on my feet but on my soul. Apologizing to Jack felt like trying to piece together shards of glass it was bound to hurt, but it was necessary.For years, jealousy had consumed me. It wasn’t just the envy of his life or the love he shared with Nancy; it was the feeling of always being overshadowed, always living in the shadows of his happiness. I had convinced myself that his success and love life had stolen something from me. And because of that twisted perspective, I had made choices that I could never undo.But now, standing outside his door, I realized the only way forward was to own my mistakes and seek forgiveness, no matter how undeserving I felt.Jack opened the door, his face a mixture of surprise and guarded curiosity. He didn’t say anything at first, just stepped aside to let me in. I walked into the living room, memories flooding back good ones, ones I had tainted with
Angel’s Point of ViewI couldn’t stop pacing. My heart raced with every step, my mind playing out every worst-case scenario I could imagine. Ace had barely said a word since we returned home. The tension between us was suffocating, thick and unyielding.He sat in the living room, his elbows resting on his knees, staring at the floor as if it held all the answers to the chaos that had just unfolded. His silence was more terrifying than any argument we could have had.I watched him from the doorway, my chest tightening with guilt and fear. He hadn’t looked at me, hadn’t said anything about what Morana had revealed. It was as if he was retreating into himself, shutting me out completely.I couldn’t take it anymore.Tears blurred my vision as I turned and rushed to our bedroom. Shutting the door behind me, I sank to the floor, my back pressed against the cold wood. The tears came fast and uncontrollably, shaking my entire body.How could my father have done this? How could he have been r
Amelia's Point of ViewThe drive home was unusually silent. Ace and Angel had left in a hurry, no doubt to process everything privately. Meanwhile, I found myself in a car with my father and Uncle Nick, the two men who had just uncovered secrets that could have shattered us all.Lucie’s hand rested on mine, his thumb gently stroking the back of it in reassurance.I leaned into his warmth, grateful for his steady presence. Today had been a whirlwind, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about any of it.My mind kept circling back to Morana. Her confession had been shocking, but the CCTV footage… that was the nail in the coffin. Seeing everything play out, hearing the heated argument, and watching the chaos unfold—it was like stepping into a nightmare.The way my father had reacted, the guilt that had clouded his face when Morana revealed the truth, stuck with me. He looked like a man who had been running from his demons for years, only to find them waiting for him all along.We arrived at m
Mike’s Point of ViewThe weight of their stares bore down on me like a hammer. Their expressions were etched with disbelief, anger, and betrayal. I had known this day might come, but I wasn’t prepared for the crushing silence that filled the room. It was deafening, worse than any words they could have hurled at me.Angel’s tear-streaked face was the first to pierce through my defenses. Her voice, shaky but firm, broke the silence.“Dad…” she said, her tone trembling between sorrow and rage. “Please tell me this isn’t true.”I let out a breath, heavy with the burden I had carried for nearly two decades. My hands trembled as I clenched them into fists at my sides. There was no escape now, no more lies to hide behind.“It’s true,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I did it.”Gasps erupted around me, and I winced as if their collective shock were physical blows. My eyes darted to Angel again, hoping to find some semblance of understanding in her gaze, but all I saw was devast
Morana’s Point of ViewI stood there, my hands tucked into the pockets of my jacket, feeling the weight of everyone’s stares. The crisp afternoon air brushed against my skin, but it did nothing to cool the heat that burned in my chest. Eighteen years. I had waited eighteen years to speak the truth, and now, as I faced them, the moment felt heavier than I had imagined.Nick stood at the front, his expression hardened, but I could see the confusion in his eyes. He didn’t trust me he never had since that day. I couldn’t blame him. Not after what he saw.“Do you remember,” I began softly, my voice steady despite the chaos swirling inside me, “eighteen years ago when I told you to tell your brother to leave the country with Nancy and the kids?”Nick’s brow furrowed as he nodded, but his confusion deepened.“What does that have to do with anything?” he asked, his tone sharp, impatient.Letting out a slow breath, I turned my gaze to Mike. There he was the cause of all this pain. The man w
Uncle Nick’s Point of ViewThe morning air was crisp as I leaned against my desk, staring at the message on my phone for the hundredth time. Morana’s words haunted me:"I’m tired of hiding. Bring your family and meet me at this spot by 4 PM. I’ll come clean and tell you my part of the story."The text felt unreal, almost like a trick, but it was our first solid lead in years. Was this truly the end of our search? Could we finally put all of this behind us?Yet, I couldn’t shake the unease. Why now? Why after so many years of silence? And why would she want us all there?I pocketed my phone and made my way to the living room, where Ace and Amelia were already waiting. They both looked tense, their eyes betraying a mix of anticipation and distrust. Lucie stood beside Amelia, his protective stance clear as day. Angel sat close to Ace, her presence a calming force in the storm that brewed between us.Then there was Mike Angel’s father. He had been jittery since the message came through,
Uncle Nick's Point of ViewThe weight of the meeting still lingered in my mind as I paced my office. Mike’s sudden decision to leave everything behind gnawed at me. It didn’t make sense. Mike was never one to back down, not without a reason, and certainly not when it came to protecting his daughter, Angel.I ran a hand through my graying hair, my jaw clenched. My mind spun with theories, but none seemed to stick. Something wasn’t adding up.“This isn’t over,” I muttered, slamming my hand against the desk.I looked out the window, the city lights twinkling in the night. The world moved on as if nothing was amiss, but I knew better. Secrets had a way of bubbling to the surface, and in this family, secrets were our currency—and our downfall."I’m also a Mafia leader," I said aloud to myself, the words biting with bitterness. How could I, Nick Sinclair, who built an empire on loyalty and fear, be standing in the shadows, clueless about what was happening right under my nose?Shaking my
Mike’s Point of ViewSitting in my office, I stared out the window, watching the world move along as if nothing had happened. But my chest was heavy, my mind racing. My daughter, Angel, was too close to discovering the truth. Her determination to find Morana terrified me.For years, I had buried the truth, locked it away in the deepest corners of my mind, and covered it with layers of lies. But now, with Morana’s name being spoken again, the past I had tried so hard to forget was clawing its way back to the surface.I picked up my glass of whiskey, my hands trembling as I took a sip. My mind wandered to that day eighteen years ago when everything changed.It was a cold evening. The air was thick with tension as I stood in the dimly lit room, the gun heavy in my hand. Morana was across from me, her arms crossed, her face as stoic as ever.“Since you don’t want to get the job done, I guess you go,” I said, my voice steady but my heart pounding.She didn’t flinch. Morana was never one
Ace’s Point of ViewThe drive back to the mansion was silent, tension hanging in the air like a thick fog. Angel sat beside me in the passenger seat, her hands folded tightly in her lap. Her knuckles were pale, her expression unreadable as she stared out the window.My mind was racing. Uncle Nick’s revelation about Morana had been a bombshell none of us were prepared for. The idea that our mother’s death wasn’t due to illness but murder by someone we trusted was unbearable.I gripped the steering wheel tighter, the leather creaking under my palms. “I can’t believe he kept this from us,” I muttered, breaking the silence.Angel glanced at me, her expression softening. “Ace, he thought he was protecting you and Amelia,” she said gently.“Protecting us?” I scoffed. “By lying to us our whole lives? By letting us believe our mother died of natural causes when it was anything but?”Her hand reached out to touch mine, but I pulled away, my frustration too raw to accept comfort.“Nick had no