LOGINLORENZOEver since Amelia disappeared, I searched for her tirelessly.I couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible had happened to her because of me, even though my parents insisted otherwise. After three long years of pushing my private investigator, my father finally showed me the photographs: him offering her money, and her accepting it without hesitation.I still don’t understand why she took it; she never needed the money.That was the moment I decided that we had meant nothing to her.Since then, I’ve tried to hate her every day; most days I succeed.The only good thing about all this is Emma. She’s pregnant, and Michael has never been happier. I avoid seeing her as much as possible so I don’t have to remember Amelia—or hate her more.Things gradually fell into place: The company has grown exponentially overseas thanks to one of my father’s new partners, someone he only ever calls the Golden Eagle. The reports are precise, transparent, and always in my inbox first t
AMELIALorenzo kisses me slowly, lifts my dress, and slides his fingers inside my pussy until I’m moaning and trembling.Then I look up and see drops of blood falling from the ceiling.I wake with a gasp, my body covered in sweat.Another night dreaming of him. I still don’t know when I’ll finally forget him.Five years have passed.So much has happened that I barely remember it all. Lorenzo searched for me for a long time. The only person who always knew exactly where I was… was his father.I feel both happy and guilty knowing, through Emma, how hard he looked for me and how close he came to finding me.The last card I held stopped him: photographs of William handing me money and telling me to leave.Even from a distance, Mr William and I are business partners.He put me in charge of expanding his company into new markets. That’s what I’ve been doing ever since; I still wonder how Lorenzo has never discovered the truth.The case surrounding Kate’s death was eventually closed. It
AMELIAI keep replaying my goodbye with Emma — the tight hug, the tear she tried to hold back, the way her voice cracked.I close my eyes for a second and let the humid New York air hit my face as we drive toward Lorenzo’s house in his convertible. I try to focus on the sounds around me: cars passing, music spilling from bars, distant laughter. I press my lips together to keep myself from crying.His hand settles on my thigh. I blink and look at him.“Are you okay, baby?” he asks, eyes soft with concern, as if he already senses something is wrong.“Everything’s fine, love.” I force a small laugh, trying to hide the weight sitting on my chest.I glance at a couple walking arm in arm on the sidewalk, smiling at each other. The sight makes my heart ache.At that moment, tears start slipping down my face before I can stop them.“Lia… do you want to tell me something?” he asks, worried.We pull up to his house. He takes my hand as we walk inside. In the living room, he cups my face a
AMELIA When I hear his car horn, I go downstairs. He freezes the moment he sees me, eyes dragging slowly over my body. “Good evening, Miss Amelia.”"Good evening, Mr Handsome."The second I'm in the car, he slides his hand through the slit of my dress. I catch his wrist and push it away. He smirks.He’s wearing a navy dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, two buttons open at the throat, and black trousers that fit him too well. I study the sharp line of his jaw and the neat quiff of his hair for a moment.“Everything alright?” he asks.“How’s your concentration tonight?”“Perfect,” he says, far too confident.“We’ll see.” I smile as I unzip his pants.It doesn't surprise me that his cock is already hard.I look at him for a few seconds and see his surprised and mischievous face as he concentrates on the steering wheel.I lean down and take his cock into my mouth slowly, licking it, and he shifts in his seat. I turn my attention to the tip and gently run my tongue over it, the
AMELIAEverything Lorenzo’s mother just told me feels unreal.The lawyer had said the case was practically closed.“Did all of you know this whole time that Lorenzo still had Kate’s things?” I ask.Lucy nods. “So all this time you all believed I could be arrested at any moment?” I ask again, unable to believe I’m hearing it.She nods again.I force myself to stay composed, even as tears threaten to fall.A moment later, Lorenzo comes out of his father’s office, smiling like nothing is wrong. I decide to wait. I want him to tell me himself.“Baby, come on. Let’s go,” he says.I nod and follow him to the car. On the drive, he tries to talk about ordinary things. I wonder how long he’ll keep pretending.“Honey, are you okay?”“Yes, what did you discuss with your father?”I give him the chance to tell me.“Just work, nothing for you to worry about. I’ll handle it.” He kisses the back of my hand.“Let's have dinner with Emma and Michael tonight,” he adds.“Please take me home first; I
AMELIAIt’s been over an hour since Lorenzo left.I go into his closet looking for something that might fit me, but everything is far too big. I open a drawer and freeze Inside is a black velvet box with gold detailing.I hesitate, then the phone inside it starts ringing.Curiosity wins.I open the box, and I'm shocked by what's inside.It was Kate's phone—her photo on the lock screen. Several photographs of her with Lorenzo are tucked beside it. The incoming call is from an unknown number.Before I can decide what to do, the door opens. Lorenzo walks in quickly.I stand frozen with the box in my hands, waiting for him to explain what the hell this is all about.He stops when he sees what I’m holding. For a few seconds, neither of us speaks.“Damn it, Lia… you didn’t answer it, did you?”He takes the box and looks at the screen.“These are Kate’s most personal things,” he says. “This phone has information, so I don’t leave it with them.”“Why do you still have the photos of the







