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Amber’s pov: “Well, thank you,” I say before cutting the call. That's considerate of him…Not going to lie, I am impressed. I bite my lips thinking about him, then I break out of it, and reach the table for a meal. Ugh, I don’t want to eat today. But I'm so hungry. Whatever. I take a picture of yesterday’s painting and send it to Killian asking him if it's okay. He responds with a voice message saying, “Okay? Are you kidding? It’s a masterpiece!” I smile, and despite my hurting back, work on the large canvas. After an hour, I feel exhausted, so I get back into bed. The sheets are changed, so they’re back to the stainless white beauty. “Amber..” Bianca enters with a glass filled with red liquid in her hand, “Drink this.” She hands it over to me. “Thank you, but what’s this?” I ask her staring at the glass. “Pomegranate juice, my mother used to drink it when she got bad cramps. I’m lucky to never have that kind of discomfort, but I remember her recipe.” This might be the most that she

Alessandro’s pov: Amber’s usually glowing eyes are gone, they display tremendous worry. “Sure, what’s it about? The party?” I ask casually and her eyes sink into deeper pain. I know exactly what I'm doing, and as much as this hurts, I've got to speak this way cause my hands are tied. “Alessandro, you told me that you can't tolerate Julia the day we signed the contract, but the day of my art gallery’s inauguration, you told me that you slept with her. And yesterday, you told me that we’ve got to convince the crowd about our marriage being legit but we should play it cool in front of Julia. I’m lost, so can you put me on the right track?” She asks with fury and skepticism. “I don't have to explain myself, or my actions to you, Amber,” I raise an eyebrow while speaking. “When it concerns me, you should,” she says. “How does this concern you?” I let out a sigh. I want her to tell me what she wants from me. “You and I are married, sure only on the contract,” she changes from whisper to no

Amber’s pov: He’s doing all this for my art gallery? For the first time in forever, someone has cared about my art venture since my mother. My fingers trace his face as I think about how to safeguard him from all the pain. He wants to avenge his father’s death, but I know that killing someone will only bring him more pain. For now, Julia is the thorn in his path, and I will eliminate her. Not Alessandro style, but rather in some other way. We get home with our guards' assistance. and I hold him close to me all night long. The Next Morning: Alessandro’s pov: My head feels heavy. “Alessandro, drink up,” she holds up a glass of something to cure my hangover. I remember bits of our conversation from yesterday…I told her about Dante, my parents, and how much I hate this life. “Whatever you heard yesterday, don’t act upon it,” I order her fierce self. “I won’t, I’ll keep it to myself,” her eyes are back to how bright they used to be. I want to feel close to her, I want to hold her,

Fear. The only word to describe Amber’s current state of mind. Alessandro was a man of his word, and he had given her his word stating that he would protect her at all times, but as he stepped away from her, and walked into the house, her hopes were crushed. As Javed took slim steps towards her, she backed away up until her back touched the stone pillar. He smiled as though she were his prey. He was angry that his daughter, who had not once been verbally disrespected, had blood flowing down her cracked lip. “Amber, I have dealt with your father in the past, he is the best of the best in the business world, but I know that your death will not worry him.” Javed's bitter words didn't hurt Amber, she knew exactly how her father was. “Before I kill you, I’d like for you to beg for forgiveness.” Amber is stubborn. She smiled at his face, and said, “Javed, you’d be a fool to think that I’d ever do something like that.” Javed smiled back and said, “Well, isn’t it sad, your beloved husb