บททั้งหมดของ The Forgotten Marriage: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

My father never really cared about what went on in my life, after my mother died, it became even worse because not only did he not care, he only gave a fuck when I had something Bertha wanted. Now there’s Roman, handsome, enigmatic, asshole. Who I supposedly fell in love with, with no support fro

AMELIAThe next morning came slower than I wanted it to, my night though, was over the second it began. Looking around the spacious room, I felt so cold and lonely on that king-sized bed. What use is having a mansion if it’s this empty? Thinking back to me and Matteo’s final conversation the pre

The first challenge is getting accustomed to everything new. The advanced smartphones, the changes in the city that made me feel lost though I was raised in it, an apartment. I thought to myself as the car pulled to a stop in front of a small building that had a large sign in front of it. ‘For

“Roman!” I chided, glaring at him. “Thank you, Vincent, I’m really sorry about canceling” I said in a much gentler tone from what Roman sounded like. Vincent shrugged, “It’s all good, we can reschedule, I’ll text you later!” Then with a bright grin and wave, he was off, leaving just Roman and I s

I could not say anything rash, no matter how outrageous their words and actions turned out to be. “that…” My father coughed, “That is a bit too far, isn’t it, Mrs. Wellington?” he said, getting red in the face from what I was sure was embarrassment. “Um…yes, my sister might have poor health bu