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BOUND BY DECEIT
BOUND BY DECEIT
Author: Miss K

THE NEWS

Author: Miss K
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-02 16:38:55

The Romano Mansion was as vibrant as ever, Amaya stepped in to the familiar scent of vanilla she grew up in, loved by her mother and hence, the Mansion's signature scent. As expected, big plans and preparations had been made for the doted heiress.

Law had been Amaya's dream since her childhood and now she had finally accomplished her dreams and she was back home, this was finally her time to be independent, start her own firm and probably become the family lawyer, so many things in store, her head was throbbing with joy and overflowing with the thoughts of all the possibilities awaiting her.

She was finally back home, home to her mum's embrace and her father's doting smile, she could not wait to announce to the world she was back home not as Amaya Romano but now Barrister Amaya Romano.

'' Amaya darling, you're home'' A familiar voice came through the halls. ''Mum!'' Amaya smiled ''My darling, your dad has been expecting you, there's something important we need to discuss, come darling.'' Amaya's mum said while dragging her along without even letting her reply ''umm mum slow down, where are Michael and Christian?'' Amaya asked while being dragged along ''Oh you know them, workaholics at best, they're at the company, come now we have more important matters to discuss so don't worry about them'' Bailey said this time increasing her pace making Amaya wonder what was so important that made her mother so excited anyways, she'd find out soon.

Stepping into the study, the familiar scent of Oak filled her nostrils, this was the scent she was used to, the scent of the room she'd often peek through to silently watch her father and older brothers, she was given a rather different upbringing from both brothers under the guise of being a girl but all she wanted was to be treated the same and to be seen as highly capable and intelligent too, she did not want to be seen as just a fragile girl and now it was different she was finally on par, finally she could boast of some level of achievement.

''Amaya dear'' Gerald acknowledged, even in his fifties he still looked considerably young and able, you would not expect he was old till the peeking strands grey hairs which were increasing rapidly came into sight. Gerald had always doted on Amaya but they did not always agree on certain topics like Amaya going to Law school, he was reluctant for a while but seeing his daughter's persistence he gave in.

''Dad'', Amaya acknowledged as she made her way in for a hug ''I missed you so much'' she said ''of course you did'' Gerald replied quite smugly. ''I'm sure your mother has informed you we have something of great importance to talk about " he asked rather expectantly "yes dad she literally dragged me here too" Amaya said sending a knowing glance in her mother’s direction letting out a small giggle ‘’don’t laugh Amaya, this is serious’’ Bailey said with a now stern face ‘’what’s this decision of yours?’’ Amaya asked, now perplexed about the whole situation ‘’it’s a wedding, darling’’ Bailey answered, ‘’oh Michael and Grace finally decided to tie the knot, I mean they have been together since forever, you guys are so extra making me worried’’ she said stifling back a chuckle at the end. "Yes, this decision has been made based on a lot of thought and consideration and you might not like it but it has been made with everyone's best interest at hand and we cannot go back on it, we're informing you and not asking for your permission'' This statement by Amaya's father left her puzzled, what could be so important? If it was a wedding? Why was she being mainly involved, was it about her? and if it was, why was her opinion seemingly not being considered? ‘’Amaya it’s your wedding’’ Bailey said rather slowly seemingly weighing her daughter’s reaction ‘’My wedding?’’ Amaya asked now looking at her mother like she had grown a second head ‘’your marriage has been decided on and arranged’’ Bailey said now making her way to her dumbstruck daughter, ‘’what do you mean my wedding?’’ Amaya asked ‘’It’s been arranged already you don’t need to do anything just appear and behave right’’ Gerald answered ‘’what are you guys even saying, this has to be a joke, how can I be unaware of my own wedding? ‘’ Amaya asked now feeling aggravated.

How could this be, not just a wedding but her own wedding, what would happen to her plans, how could this be happening and why to her?

So many questions were running through her mind but she was sure of one thing she would not agree to this at least not now, from a young age she was determined to not fall for the propaganda of high society planned marriages, so NO! this would not be her life, this would not be her story not to get married to a man she doesn’t know.

‘’Amaya, this is my final decision and there’s no going back, breaking this alliance would be destroying this family’’ Gerald said now getting riled up ‘’Dad you set this up of course you can fix it, who even is this family it can’t be that hard really’’ Amaya said ‘’we can’t just break this one off it’s the Allucci-Rossi family, breaking it off would be asking for trouble and you know this’’ Gerald replied ‘’The Allucci-Rossi family dad! , why would you even do this, that cruel family and without my permission I don’t even know this man in question, why would you do this dad? , mum please speak to him’’ Amaya moved anxiously towards her mother holding her mother in tears ‘’please mum don’t make me do this, tell dad too he’ll listen to you, I don’t know why he’s doing this, is it because of law school dad? , you still want to punish me for going against you right? That’s it right?’’ Amaya moved around frantically, it seemed to be a mix of Anger and Anxiety.

Why was this happening to her and why now? She had everything figured out so why now, didn’t her parents love her anymore so why this family and why so sudden, most importantly why without her consent? All she wanted to do was run away but she couldn’t as much as she hated to admit it, she knew this was now beyond her control, that horrible family even the Elites hated them, they only got respect from fear, it would take nothing for them to pull down anyone in their way so why would her parents do this in the first place this was so annoying it was now giving her headaches.

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  • BOUND BY DECEIT    The aftermath

    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

  • BOUND BY DECEIT    The chase begins

    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

  • BOUND BY DECEIT    The calm before the final storm

    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

  • BOUND BY DECEIT    Heart of the storm

    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,

  • BOUND BY DECEIT    Secrets unveiled

    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

  • BOUND BY DECEIT    The turning point

    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

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