LOGINDamian
‘’Sh-she said to t-t-tell you she’s not c-c-coming’’ Doris said She’s not coming ‘’Really?’’ ‘’y-y-yes sir’’ Was she refusing me? After scheming her way into this family, she thinks she can disobey my orders, Amaya Romano, you’re in for a ride if you think you can do whatever you please. Just watch and see how I deal with your stubbornness Opening her door, she laid there so unbothered, reading a book, hearing the door open she turned her head and stared at me, her eyes were ocean blue, pink soft lips, a small nose milky white skin and her dark hair was held up in a messy bun, my eyes trailed down and she was wearing pajamas that did not cover much, her skin looked so clean, she was petite but had all the right curves, she was perfect. What was I thinking? her innocent face should not distract me. This woman was plain evil and I will teach her not to mess with me. Still looking at me, her eyes soft and tired, head slightly tilted and lips pouted ‘’why aren’t you ready’’ I asked ‘’Am I supposed to be?’’ she replied in the most unbothered tone anybody had ever dared to use in my presence. ‘’I told you to get ready and be down in an hour’’ I said trying to sound as calm and collected as possible ‘’well, I’m not going’’ she said this time not even turning back to look at me. What was this attitude, was I imagining things, I watched her stand up and attempt to walk past me, grabbing her hands and looking her straight in the eyes ‘’GET READY, YOU HAVE FIVE MINUTES’’ I uttered, was this woman really making me lose control? ‘’I said I’m not going’’ looking at me eyes expressionless she said trying to yank her hands away from mine ‘’Doris make sure she’s ready and downstairs in five minutes’’ I ordered ‘’and you if you don’t comply, Doris will be the one paying for your crimes’’ I added and walked out of the room Amaya Doris walked in almost immediately ‘’Madam please’’ she was quite elderly and looked pale now, I couldn’t let my ego bring to this innocent woman, obediently following and letting her dress me up ‘’I’m sorry you were dragged into this Doris’’ I said to her ‘’no madam, don’t apologize, it’s my job’’ she replied still not looking up at me ‘’why do you never look at me whenever we talk?’’ I couldn’t help but ask ‘’what do you mean madam?’’ she asked, sounding hesitant like she was scared to ask Softly pushing her chin up with my index finger, I said ‘’look at me Doris’’ ‘’oh, the former Miss didn’t like us looking at her whenever she spoke to us’’ she answered ‘’Former miss?’’ I asked ‘’Yes, Miss young’’ she answered I heard that name somewhere, I just don’t remember where. ‘’The young miss who was home when you returned home today’’ Doris added ‘’oh, the mean lady who said to not forget her name?’’ I asked but more to myself ‘’yes miss, please stay away from her, I know this is not in my place but you’re really nice to us, she’s not a good person’’ ‘’Don’t worry darling, how is she related to Damian? I asked ‘’ she was his fiancée but I don’t know what happened and you became the madam instead, we were quite happy she didn’t get to be the madam’’ Doris answered in more of a whisper ‘’oh, it’s fine darling, last thing I want is drama, so let’s get ready faster so Damian doesn’t come up again’’ I said suddenly remembering his threat from earlier Damian The click sound of heels coming from the stairs caught my attention, looking up from the files Gregory my assistant had brought for me to sign, her long dark hair flowed down her back, her pink lips now had a tint of red on them her eyes soft, the red dress which I had ordered to be brought for her fit her perfectly, it was not a skin-tight but it hugged her curves perfectly, the white Louboutin heels fit her small feet perfectly, every step she took down the stairs like a trained model, she walked up to me and in the most indifferent tone uttered ‘’I’m ready’’ walking past saying nothing I followed suit. Amaya Sitting here with this man made me somewhat uneasy, sitting right next to me, he barely said anything, he just looked straight at business papers, the scenery outside was beautiful, I hadn’t been outside at night since I got back, the streets of New York were always lit up at night, tall architectural arts to feast your eyes on but I was still tired, sleepy and hungry, all my plans to rest have been spoilt by Damian. It was a matter of time before my eyes became drowsy, the sleepiness had started kicking in, trying hard to stay awake, I brought out my phone to work but it just made me feel worse and then tried watching something but there I was to no avail getting more drowsy Damian A slight thud on my shoulder as her head gently dropped on my upper arm, her breathing was slow and steady, was she really asleep? Just like that, who sleeps so fast? The more time I spent with her the stranger I found her to be, for some reason I limited my movement as much as possible not to wake her up but why? Why did I care if she was asleep or not and why was I letting her sleep on me? Well at least she’s quiet now and not sending me periodical glares. She’s so cunning, her family threatened mine into this marriage, till date no one ever dared cross the Alluci-Rossi group until that old bastard Gerald got his hands on our confidential file, a file that if leaked could be fatal to our family, blackmailing me into this marriage but his precious daughter will suffer for it and as soon as I get my hands on the file, their whole family will pay but for now I have to focus on handling this little witch who is ‘’my wife’’. Nancy insisted on coming with for the dinner but I couldn’t let her, Grandma would not be very pleased. To her this cunning witch is her new daughter-in-law and her grandson has found a wife, bringing Nancy along instead of Amaya would make her worry and might deteriorate her health. This wench better behave right in front of grandma.The storm broke again that night.Thunder rolled over the hills like a warning, and the rain came harder than before, washing away every trace of what had happened at the airstrip. But no amount of rain could wash away the image from Amaya’s mind—Nancy collapsing, the sound of the gunshot echoing through the air, Damian’s face right after.He hadn’t said a word since they left Florence.Not when Kelly drove them through the countryside. Not when Amaya pressed a bandage against her arm. Not even when she whispered his name softly, trying to pull him back.The silence between them wasn’t anger—it was heavy, unspoken guilt.Kelly pulled into a secluded motel near Siena, its neon sign flickering weakly in the rain. “This is the safest I could find on short notice,” she said, glancing back at them. “No security cameras, no nosy neighbors, no questions.”Damian nodded absently. “Good.”Amaya looked at Kelly. “You’ll stay, right?”Kelly shook her head. “I’ll circle back to make sure the area
The next morning broke with a quiet unease that neither of them could ignore.The rain had stopped sometime during the night, but the air still felt heavy, the sky a pale gray sheet pressing down on the world. Amaya stood by the kitchen window, coffee in hand, watching droplets roll down the glass. Her reflection looked strange—stronger, older somehow. Maybe that was what love and survival did to a person.Behind her, Damian was already dressed, his dark jacket fitted, his movements deliberate. Every motion of his hands—loading the gun, adjusting the strap of his watch—was calm, precise, controlled. Too controlled.“You didn’t sleep,” Amaya said without turning around.He gave a small grunt. “Neither did you.”She turned, offering a half-smile. “Touché.”He finally looked at her, and for a moment, something soft flickered behind his eyes. “You don’t have to come, Amaya.”She sighed, setting down her mug. “We’re not doing that again, Damian. I’m in this. Until the end.”He walked close
The morning after the chaos felt unreal.The sunlight was warm, almost too gentle compared to the night before. For the first time in what felt like forever, Amaya woke up without fear gripping her chest. The safe house was quiet, except for the steady rhythm of her heartbeat and the faint rustle of curtains swaying in the soft breeze.Damian was standing near the window, shirtless, his back to her. His shoulders looked tense, like he was still carrying the weight of everything that had happened. She sat up slowly, watching him, her heart twisting. Even in the light, he looked like a man haunted by shadows.“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked quietly.He didn’t turn around immediately. “Not really,” he said after a pause. “There’s too much on my mind.”She slid out of bed and padded toward him, the wooden floor cool under her bare feet. “You’ve been protecting everyone else,” she said softly. “When’s the last time you let someone protect you?”That made him glance over his shoulder, eyes tire
The night was restless, heavy with an electric tension that pressed against Amaya’s chest. Even the city seemed to hold its breath, the usual hum of traffic muted under the threat of what they knew was coming. Damian had been silent for most of the evening, his mind clearly racing, plotting their next move against Nancy. Amaya watched him from the dim light of the safe house, noting the furrow of his brows, the tight set of his jaw. She wanted to reach out, to tell him that she was with him no matter what—but the storm outside mirrored the storm in her heart.“Damian,” she whispered, stepping closer to him. “Talk to me. What’s going on in that head of yours?”He didn’t look at her immediately, but when he finally did, his dark eyes softened, betraying the intensity of his concern. “Amaya… tonight isn’t just another operation. Nancy has planned something bigger than we imagined. This is the heart of the storm.”Her stomach clenched at his words. “The heart of the storm?” she repeated,
The first rays of dawn spilled through the blinds, casting the safe house in a soft golden glow. Amaya stirred in the bed, the weight of the past few days heavy on her shoulders. Her muscles ached, her mind was clouded, yet beneath it all, a strange sense of satisfaction lingered. They had disrupted Nancy’s operations, survived the confrontation, and grown stronger together—but Amaya knew that the real battle had only just begun.Damian was already awake, moving quietly around the room. He glanced at her occasionally, his dark eyes softened by concern and something else—something deeper, more intimate. There was an unspoken connection between them now, one forged in shared danger and trust.“You’re awake,” he said quietly, approaching the bed. His voice was low, calm, yet edged with that commanding presence that always made her heart skip.“I couldn’t sleep,” Amaya admitted, stretching and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Too many thoughts, too many… secrets.”Damian knelt beside her
The morning sun broke through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow over the safe house. Despite the light, Amaya couldn’t shake the tension from the previous night. Shadows still lingered in her mind—the memory of Nancy’s eyes, the operatives’ aggression, the pulse-pounding adrenaline of the confrontation.She sat at the kitchen counter, sipping tea, trying to calm her racing thoughts. Damian moved around her with quiet efficiency, preparing breakfast, yet his eyes never left her for long. There was a new edge to him, a sharpness born from survival and strategy, but softened by the tenderness he reserved for her.“You’re too quiet this morning,” Damian observed, setting a plate of toast and eggs in front of her.Amaya forced a smile. “Just thinking,” she replied, her voice steady but her mind still replaying every moment from the previous night.Damian sat across from her, studying her. “Thinking is fine,” he said softly, “but overthinking is dangerous. You need to focus on what w







