LOGINAMELIAI arrive at Lorenzo’s company and force myself not to overthink, or I’ll turn around halfway.I know exactly where to find him.23rd floor, room 1, the office with the most beautiful view of New York. The elevator feels too slow. When the elevator doors open, I’m already facing the CEO’s office. The floor is empty except for the security guards downstairs. I don’t knock; I push the door open.He’s standing with his back to me, hands in his pockets, white dress shirt rolled to the wrists, staring out at the city. The second he hears the door, he turns immediately.“What are you doing here?” he asks fiercely.“I need to clear a few things up.”“Now? After five years, you suddenly want to talk? You come back as if nothing happened, turn everything upside down, and, as a bonus, destroy my relationship with Loren. Or did you think she wouldn’t speak to me before ending it?”He takes a step closer.“My father is suddenly Saint Michael to you. Of course he is — he handed you inve
AMELIAAfter Lorenzo left, I called my parents.They’re on a cruise and immediately get angry when they learn I’m staying in a hotel instead of the house. The truth is I was afraid Lorenzo would find me there. Now that he already knows, I decide to go home.The next morning I shower and dress carefully: tailored white trousers, a white shirt with thin blue stripes, hair in a high ponytail, white pumps. I look at myself in the mirror, take a deep breath, and leave.Walking into Lorenzo’s company feels like stepping into another life. Memories of Emma, my old desk, and my former colleagues rush over me. I greet the people I used to work with and say a few easy jokes.Lorenzo’s new secretary shows me to the meeting room, and I sit at the end. All the shareholders arrive, and Lorenzo takes his place at the head of the table and runs the meeting with the same cool precision he always had. When it’s time, he calls me forward to present the expansion plans for France.I begin to expla
AMELIA CONTINUATION My heart continues to race, and my breathing slows as if he were the cure for all my anxiety.The obstetrician’s voice pulls me back when he tell us that Emma and the baby are fine and they need rest. We can’t go in yet. Everyone starts gathering their things.Loren offers me a ride. “We can drop you at your parents’ house.”"Thank you, but I don't live there.""Then where?" she asks.“I’m not staying there; I’m at the Hotel De Luxury.”“That’s on our way; we can drop you off there. Come on, it's getting late,” she insists. Lorenzo stays silent.I follow them to the car.In the back seat, I realize the route isn’t the one to the house I used to know.Maybe they already live together. The thought tightens my chest. I pull out my inhaler and take a quick pull.I thought they wouldn't see because I was in the back seat, but I see Lorenzo's gaze staring at me through the rearview mirror. I turn my head, and being in the same car with another woman sitting next
AMELIAI arrive at Emma’s house to deliver the baby gift, and the butler leads me to the pool area.My body trembles as soon as I see Lorenzo sitting on one of the lounge chairs. He sits with his body leaning forward, elbows on his knees.His linen shirt and black blazer are pushed up to his forearms. His black leather-strapped Rolex watch matches his dark jeans.His smile fades as soon as he notices me. The look tells me everything — he still hates me.I greet Emma and Michael. Michael, who never misses an opportunity to lift me off the ground for a second. I screamed, laughing, then he put me down.Then I walk toward Lorenzo. "Hello." He stands and extends his hand to greet me. "Hello," he says.My heart feels like it's going to jump out of my chest.When I touch his palm, everything in my body starts to boil. Butterflies seem to flutter in my stomach, the world seems to stop there, and I want to hug him, but all that feeling vanishes when he lets go first.Emma invites me t
LORENZOEver 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







