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Chapter Twenty One: Nico's Rage.

**Amelia's POV**The darkness wasn't still. It pulsed.Every breath I inhale seemed to lean in closer as though it desired to encircle my lungs and squeeze it tightly.My body ache. My wrists throbbed. I could sense the dried blood like a crust around the bindings as something metallic cut into my skin.I squinted hard.Pain raced behind my eyelids like needles.Everything seemed off. Damp. Cold. Every shiver that permeated me rattled my bones. I was lying on a stone floor cold enough to burn. The air had a scent of rust, dampness, and something else.Fear.My own.I attempted to shift, but my arms could barely rose.I was chained.My wrists were chained to a massive metal ring fixed to the wall. Though my legs were free, they were stiff and tremulous from how long I had been lying on the ground twisted.I felt a sudden wave of dizziness sweep over me. I bit it down.Sitting gradually, I felt lightheaded. The darkness adapted my eyes. One feeble bulb dangled over like it was pondering

Chapter Twenty Two: Safe in his arms.

**Amelia’s POV**Every breath came out shaky and shallow. The cold concrete under me was freezing. The metal cuffs on my wrists saw my skin raw from friction. I could feel pain from every part of my body for resting in one position. I was unsure of how long I had been here. Hours, maybe days, but time passed differently in a location like this. Once again the bulb above me flickered.I flinched.The silence I felt here wasn’t peace. It was a trap, anything coiled just prepared to snap.Then I heard it.Footsteps.Calm, deliberate, heavy with intention.The door creaked open and the man from the garden entered. The one with the rough scar over his cheek like it had been carved into him to show ownership. Or a warning.Silently closing the door, as though he did not wish to awaken the dead.“Well, princess,” he murmured, his voice languid and cruel, “you caused quite the stir.” That too has proven my point to be accurate. You are quite different from the others.”I kept silence.“You kn

Chapter Twenty Three: The silence after fire.

**Amelia’s POV**Looking through the window. Like a bullet going back into its barrel, the automobile shot across the Valente estate's gates.Curled in the rear seat, Nico's coat was firmly around me. His cologne and gun gunpowder. An odd sense of comfort. A frightening reminder.He had been quite since we left that area.And neither had I.He just sat next to me, eyes fixed on the road in front like he was still hunting spirits and his shoulders tense. White knuckles clung to his thigh.Blood of someone else's spilled on his clothing.He seemed not to pay attention to.I swallowed. My throat was like sandpaper. “Thank you for saving me…"He didn't reply.I shifted my attention toward him. "Nico..."He interrupted me. "Don't."His voice was muted and split around the edges.I flinched, not from terror. from the pain he carried in his voice.The silence resumed. Noisy. Ruthless.Lights shone like nothing had changed as the mansion rose before us.But I had.Something inside me had brok

Chapter Twenty Four: Styled in Power.

**Amelia's POV**Though Nico has vanished before dawn, his pillow still had his body's warmth. And as usual. He is always vanishing before I could name whatever was between us.His cologne persisted on the sheets. God, how pitiful was it that I buried my head in them for a moment too long?I sat.What went on last night. Those things. Him saving me, the terror in his voice when he held me, the manner he carried me like glass and fury intertwined. Were not nothing.They could not be.And yet, I was still here.Confused.Between possessing and protecting, between being his weapon and being his flaw, floating somewhere.Then I heard a knock at the door. It was sharp. Clinical.Opening the door.Three women stormed in like thunder. Clad in tailored in black. Hair pulled back so tightly it gave their cheekbones cut worthy sharp appearance."Good morning Miss Romano," the lead one said, already glancing at me. Mr. Valente has arranged your styling. Tonight you will be at a gathering. Gather

Chapter Twenty Five: The Eyes That Follows Power.

**Amelia's POV**The SUV was quiet during the drive.Tension coiled in every inch of the distance between Nico and me, like smoke held hostage. To resist fidgeting, I sat stiffly next him in the back seat, my fingers tracing imaginary lines on my gown.The emerald silk collected around my legs. Like it had been painted onto me, perhaps it was merely my nerves, but the neckline left my skin exposed enough to experience the chill of the air conditioning.Nico leaned back in the chair across from me. Calm. Coordinated. Dangerous.But not quite.His silence always speaks much more than his word.I turned to look at him. Unblinking, his eyes were glued to the road forward, a concentration that seemed… sharp. Calculating."You haven't spoken a word since we left. Is everything okay?" I mumbled."I'm fine. Just that I'm not in the mood for small talk." he stated flatly.I swallowed. "Not even with me?"He moved his head somewhat, just enough for our gazes to meet.“With you, I have to be car

Chapter Twenty Six: The dance before the fall.

**Amelia's POV**The ballroom gleamed like a deception, golden chandeliers dangling like crystal daggers, silk and poison-dressed humans with too sharp smiles and too flawless words.But what startled me was not the lights or the murmurs.It was the guy in front of me.Nico.He stood motionless, his dark suit crisp, his head somewhat turned, gazing at me with that silent storm behind his eyes. Couples danced in fluid, practiced motions around us, circles like predatory clothed in grace.His voice drew me from the swirl."Dance with me."I squinted. “Here? Now?”He did not repeat himself.He stretch his hand, palm open.For a second, I stopped. From the odd rush in my chest, not from terror. Like getting inside of something permanent.My hand fell onto his.My heart raced as soon as our skin made contact.He did not smile. But His fingers clamped tightly around mine. He drew me towards the center of the floor. The crows gave way. From instinct rather than politeness. Nobody obstructed

Chapter Twenty Seven: Drunk.

**Nico's POV**I felt it.I could tell something is wrong before anybody said anything, before the guard reached me with concern creasing his eyebrow. I sensed it in my chest. Like a string had been ripped too far from its knot.Matteo said softly, “Boss. She is not at the bar anymore.But a woman told me she is in the restroom. Then she stumbled away,.”My jaw tightened.I did not respond.I just moved. Beyond the ballroom, past the whispers and glasses of champagne. Quickening my pace. People started turning out of the way before they could understand who I was.She should not have been left alone.I should not have left her alone. I should have brought her along with me.The hallway next to the guest restroom was dimly lit. Doors adorned with gold. And velvet seats that remain unoccupied.Then I heard it.A soft thud. Someone or something had slipped against the wall.I swung the door open.And there she was.Amelia.Curled up next to the marble sink, she had kicked off her heels a

Chapter Twenty Eight: First Kiss

A gentle warmth licked across the bed as sunlight poured in through the half-drawn curtains. The sheets had a faint scent of something darker, cedar, and fresh linen. Storm and smoke.And him.Nico.My eyes sprung open.There was no one on his side of the bed.The memory struck like a slap. My body stopped still under the blanket.The dance.The alcohol.The bathroom.The vomit.Oh. Lord.What have I do?I grabbed a pillow and covered my face, groaning. At this point, perhaps suffocation seemed to be the better choice.A gentle knock came at the door just as I was thinking about never showing my face again.With a gentle smile, Maria peeked her head in. "You're awake, cara mia." Good Morning."I mumbled through the pillow, “Good morning maria. Where’s Nico?”She answered, "He left early this morning for a meeting.He said he'd be gone most of the day,"I let out a sigh of relief. "Good. I mean… okay. Thanks, Maria.Maria laughed knowingly, but she said nothing.After she left, I dragg

Chapter Twenty Nine: Let her remember.

**Amelia's POV**"It has my name on it." I said, barely above a whisper, He did not respond right away. He simply read the words as if trying to set them ablaze. "You don't have to open it." "But I want to. It has my name on it." I advanced gingerly. His fingers persisted too long. His jaw tightened as he hand over it. With my fingers along the envelope's border, I sat on the edge of the bed. The paper had an ancient feel. Frail. Cool like stone. Nico stood across from me with an unreadable crossed arms. I ripped the seal and pulled the single sheet of paper free. Swallowing, I The handwriting was unknown, yet every word sank deeper than the one before it. --- You think the Romano surname makes you someone. All it gave you was a shield. Something diverting. Your father built a wall surrounding the truth so high that you can't even see over it. I know your mother. I am aware of her conduct.I know what she did. Nico also knew about it. Ask about the garden from

Chapter Thirty: The space between us.

**Nico's POV**I stood there, in silent.Though the door snapped behind her, the echo remained. For a long time, my fist closed and chest tight, I sat staring at the wall. Weak and enraged, Amelia exited as though I were the enemy. Perhaps I was. But still, it did not change the justification behind my concealment of the truth.She saw me as a cruel human.She had no idea that cruelty was the sole armor I had remaining.I stood with a hand across my hair. She doesn't understand yet. What Valerio is capable of. What the truth about her past could do to her.Damn it, running my hand through my hair."I did not want to lose her.""Not to the actual truth. Not to him." I murmured.Hours after I watched the security footage, I simply wanted to check if she arrived back to her room safely.And yes she did.But, the guilt did not disappear. Nor does it reduce.Too many fires to extinguish. Too many dangers crawling near. But by the morning I was gone. I made sure she would not be by herself.

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