I scoffed, unable to hold back my annoyance despite how wary I was of my father at that moment. "I honestly don't have a problem with Bertha leaving. The only thing I'm guilty of is stopping her from lingering around the man I am married to, which, last time I checked, isn't a crime," The sound
I felt tears pricking at the corners of my eyes but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry. "This is fucking blackmail!" I said, my voice thick with suppressed emotion. Monica laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "Oh, darling, don't be so dramatic. It's just
ROMAN“I will get it done as soon as possible,” Dimitri promised before the call was ended and i was left in the suffocating silence of my office, sinking into the leather seat, feeling a headache make it's presence known. Alexander was a slippery bastard, he was no where to be found, despite all
The drive back home was quiet, too quiet. I found myself thinking about the things I had pushed down, the very thing I left to work to avoid. Amelia. She was on my mind, she was plaguing my thoughts and I couldn't stop it. After that night, with her. Memories of her body wouldn't leave my th
“Amy…” I breathed, the nickname slipping out before I could stop it. “Rome…” She cried. A teardrop leaving her eyes and sliding down her cheek. My eyes followed it's trail. That familiar endearment. From her lips. It was enough to make my heart feel like it was shattering. Then the ache gave
AMELIAEverything else that came after meeting with Roman in front of the room was hazy. I knew he had led me to bed, my eyes heavy with as I kept telling him to promise. All I could think about was the fact that if he owned Grayson, I wouldn't have to give my shares to Bertha. It would be better
Where was that place located? I knew we weren't in the country…I knew I was miles away. So far away that I could choose to start a new life if I actually had the money to do so. “I just…” My voice trembled, all of my emotions spilling out. “...I don't want to go home,” Roman stilled, blue e
He probably thought me to be as incompetent ss my family did. “Amelia…” Roman sighed. “I know the past few days between us have been rather…complicated,” His brows furrowed, “But, no matter how much I try to lie to myself, it's painfully clear that I care about you,” My eyes widened “What?” “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
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