เข้าสู่ระบบDinner moved slowly, the low hum of conversation between Victoria and Leonardo fading into background noise as my mind wandered somewhere far from the table.
The staff moved quietly around us, refilling glasses, clearing small plates. I sat with my fork resting untouched against my plate, nodding occasionally whenever Victoria’s voice rose in my direction, though I couldn’t have repeated a single word that had been said.
One moment I was staring at my plate, and the next I felt Leonardo’s hands finding my waist, pulling me close, his voice low against my ear as he whispered something only I could hear.
I answered him softly, breathlessly, the word slipping out before I could stop it. Yes, Daddy.
My lips curved without my permission. My teeth caught my bottom lip. My fingers traced idle circles against my thigh beneath the table, lost entirely in the fantasy playing behind my eyes.
The rest of the room had gone quiet and distant, folded away somewhere I couldn’t reach, while the version of Leonardo in my mind held me like I was something worth holding onto.
“Amelia.”
Victoria’s voice cracked across the table like a whip.
I flinched hard, blinking back into the room, my face flooding with heat as I registered where I was, the dining table, the crystal glasses, Leonardo’s gaze flicking toward me with faint, unreadable curiosity. My heart slammed against my ribs.
I hadn’t realized how far I’d drifted, hadn’t realized what my face must have looked like while I was gone.
“Get up,” Victoria said, her voice tight and controlled in a way that was somehow more frightening than shouting. “Now.”
I rose on unsteady legs and followed my mother out of the dining room, down the hall, until Victoria rounded on me the moment we were out of sight.
“What,” Victoria hissed, “was that?”
“What do you mean?” My voice came out smaller than I wanted it to.
“Don’t play stupid with me.” Victoria’s eyes were narrow, furious, cutting straight through me. “I saw you. Smiling at him like that. Biting your lip. Rubbing your thighs together at my dinner table like some desperate little—” She stopped herself, jaw tightening, and took a breath before continuing, quieter now, more dangerous for it. “You were flirting with my husband. In front of me.”
“I wasn’t,” I started, but the lie died in my throat. There was no version of this where I could explain the truth without making everything worse.
“I don’t care what you were doing in that head of yours,” Victoria snapped. “I care about what it looked like. Do you understand what’s at stake here? I need this marriage intact for three years, and I will not have you jeopardizing it because you can’t control yourself for one dinner.”
I said nothing, staring at the floor, letting the words wash over me the way I’d trained myself to do for years. I had learned long ago that silence was safer than defense, that anything I said would only be twisted and handed back to me later.
Victoria stepped closer, lowering her voice to something colder, sharper. “I won’t warn you again. Next time, I won’t just talk to you about it.” She let the threat hang there, unfinished, familiar enough that I didn’t need her to finish it. “Go to your room. I’ll make your excuses to Leonardo.”
I turned without another word and walked back down the hall, my legs carrying me faster than I meant them to, until I reached my room and shut the door behind me.
I fell onto the bed and exhaled deeply, staring up at the ceiling, my heart still racing from more than just fear.
How did that happen?
I pressed my palms against my eyes, replaying the moment, the way I’d drifted so completely into the fantasy that I’d forgotten where I was, forgotten who was watching.
It frightened me a little, how easily I’d lost myself. I’d meant to be careful, patient and Quiet, the way I’d promised Maya I would be. And instead I’d nearly given myself away in the first few hours, in front of the one person who could ruin everything with a single phone call.
I just love him so much, I thought, and the admission startled me even as I thought it. Not liked. Not wanted. Loved already, impossibly, after only a handshake and a few careful hours in the same house. It made no sense, and yet it felt more real than anything else I’d felt in years.
I sat up slowly and reached for the small notebook I kept tucked in my bag, the same bag that still carried the folded canvas beneath my clothes. I opened it to a blank page and began to write, my handwriting small and deliberate.
Day One.
I stared at the words for a moment, then kept writing not a diary exactly, but something close to it. A record. A countdown.
If I was going to survive under Victoria’s rule while trying to win a man who didn’t yet know he was being pursued, I needed to be smarter than I’d been tonight.
No more daydreaming at dinner tables. No more careless smiles that Victoria could catch and twist into a weapon.
From now on, everything had to be deliberate. Every glance, every soft word, every quiet moment near Leonardo would need to be planned, timed, controlled.
I wrote a few more lines beneath the date, small reminders to myself, rules I intended to follow no matter how hard it had already proven to be.
I closed the notebook and set it on the nightstand, then lay back against the pillows, letting my eyes drift shut.
Somewhere down the hall, I could hear the low murmur of Victoria’s voice, smoothing things over with Leonardo, spinning some easy explanation for her daughter’s sudden disappearance from the table.
I wondered, briefly, what excuse my mother had chosen. And then I wondered something else entirely, something that made my chest tighten with a mixture of guilt and quiet thrill.
I wondered if Leonardo had noticed. Really noticed. Not just the interruption, not just Victoria’s tight smile as she’d led me away, but the moment before that. The bitten lip. The far-off look in my eyes that hadn’t belonged to an innocent daydream.
And for reasons I didn’t fully understand, that thought didn’t frighten me at all.
Amelia's POVMy whole body went cold before I even opened my eyes.I knew that voice.I pulled my sunglasses off slowly, looked up, and there he was. Bryan. Standing over my lounge chair in clothes too polished for a stranger, that same smug, entitled smile I remembered from every terrible dinner Victoria had ever forced me to sit through with him."Bryan." My voice came out flatter than I wanted it to, though my heart was slamming against my ribs. "What are you doing here?""Heard there'd be some big names here today. Investors, that kind of thing." He shrugged, like it was the most natural thing in the world, like he had every right to be standing over me. "Didn't expect the entertainment to be you, though.""You weren't invited," I said quietly, pulling the floppy jacket tighter around my shoulders."Does it matter?" His expression shifted, the easy smile curdling into something harder. "Funny running into you, actua
I grabbed Maya’s wrist before Leonardo was even out of earshot and pulled her down the hallway, into my room, shutting the door hard behind us.“Okay,” Maya said, dropping onto the edge of the bed. “Spill. All of it. Don’t skip anything.”I sat down beside her, hugging a pillow to my chest like it could shield me from how much this was about to embarrass me. “It felt real, Maya. Not like a normal dream. I could feel his hands. His mouth. I could feel the water still on his skin.” My face burned just saying it out loud. “I woke up and for a second I actually thought it happened.”Maya’s mouth curved into a slow, wicked grin. “And? What did dream-Leonardo do exactly?”“Maya.”“I need details. For research purposes.”I buried my face in the pillow and groaned. “He kissed my neck first. Then lower. I called him daddy.”Maya slapped a hand over her mouth, but her shoulders were already shaking with laughte
Victoria’s POVI sat at my vanity long after dinner, staring at my own reflection without really seeing it. My hands were still clenched from the walk down the hallway, from the low, furious words I’d hissed at my daughter.Flirting with my husband. At my own table.I pressed my lips together and forced myself to breathe. Maybe I was overreacting. Amelia had always been a good girl, quiet, obedient, careful never to cause trouble. That was the Amelia I knew.No. I know what I saw.My jaw tightened. I had worked too hard, sacrificed too much, to let anything or anyone jeopardize this marriage. Three years. That was all I needed. Three years of playing the devoted wife, and then I would finally have the life I deserved.If Amelia became a problem, I would deal with her the way I dealt with every problem. Quietly, Efficiently. Without mercy, if it came to that.I was still telling myself it was nothing that I
Dinner moved slowly, the low hum of conversation between Victoria and Leonardo fading into background noise as my mind wandered somewhere far from the table.The staff moved quietly around us, refilling glasses, clearing small plates. I sat with my fork resting untouched against my plate, nodding occasionally whenever Victoria’s voice rose in my direction, though I couldn’t have repeated a single word that had been said.One moment I was staring at my plate, and the next I felt Leonardo’s hands finding my waist, pulling me close, his voice low against my ear as he whispered something only I could hear.I answered him softly, breathlessly, the word slipping out before I could stop it. Yes, Daddy.My lips curved without my permission. My teeth caught my bottom lip. My fingers traced idle circles against my thigh beneath the table, lost entirely in the fantasy playing behind my eyes.The rest of the room had gone
Leonardo’s POVI heard the soft click of heels against marble and turned from the balcony.She was younger than I’d pictured and far more striking. Amelia stood just inside the entryway, one hand still gripping the strap of her bag, dark hair loose around her shoulders, eyes wide with something that looked like nerves dressed up as politeness. There was an innocence to her, an unguarded quality I hadn’t expected to find in Victoria’s daughter. Victoria had mentioned her only in passing. My daughter, Amelia, she’ll be arriving today.Now, watching her hesitate in my own entryway, I found myself curious in a way I hadn’t anticipated.I crossed the room toward her, the city still bright behind me through the glass. Three years. That was the length of this arrangement three years of playing husband to a woman I barely knew, all because Marcus Whitfield, my newest investor, had made it clear that he didn’t tru
Amelia's POVMy phone buzzed against the nightstand, breaking the silence of my small room. I already knew who it was before I looked. Victoria never called unless she wanted something."I'm sending you an address," Victoria said, without so much as a hello. Her voice carried that familiar sharpness, the tone she used when she expected obedience and nothing less. "You're coming to my new husband's house. Today. And Amelia, behave yourself. Don't embarrass me.""Yes, Mum," I said quietly, the words automatic, worn smooth from years of repetition. It didn't matter that they tasted sour in my mouth every time I said them. Victoria demanded it, and I had learned long ago that refusing cost more than it was worth."I mean it," Victoria pressed. "This one is important. Don't ruin this for me.""I understand, Mum."The line went dead.I set the phone down and stared at the ceiling for a long moment. A new husband







