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Chapter 74

Author: Abisola Janet
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-27 23:58:04

Amara’s POV

The scream tore me out of sleep.

My heart slammed against my ribs as the remnants of my dreams scattered — my parents’ urging me to run, to escape — the same nightmare that haunted my first night in this house.

Only… this wasn’t my room.

This was his.

Alessandro’s scent lingered on the sheets. The events of last night washed through me like a wave — his hands gripping my waist, his mouth claiming mine, his fingers between my legs, the way I cling to him as if refusing to ever let go again.

And now, I truly believe… maybe I wouldn’t have to.

I slipped into his robe, tightening it around my body as hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway. Elena’s panicked pleas cut through the noise:

“Please — leave Signora’s things! She begged!”

My throat tightened.

What is happening?

I stepped out into chaos.

Servants rushed in and out of my room — clothes shoved into boxes, drawers emptied with careless hands. A large trunk lay open, stuffed with my dresses as thoug
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