Amarrada Novela Novels & Stories

“Why? To torment me again?” A pause. Not long. But sharp. “You still don’t understand,” he said softly. “I don’t need to torment you.” Her breath hitched. “You being here is torment enough.” And just like that… his footsteps disappeared. Amara stayed on the floor long after, her nails digging into her palms, her eyes burning with tears she refused to shed. She didn’t know what tomorrow would bring. But one thing was certain: She wasn’t just trapped in the Mafia King’s home.

But her eyes sharpened the moment she saw me. “You must be Amara,” she said smoothly. “Yes.” “I was hoping we could talk.” Every instinct told me to close the door. Instead, I stepped aside. She took in the penthouse with a knowing glance before turning back to me. “I won’t take much of your time.” We sat across from each other, tension threading the air. “You and Adrian are… unexpected,” she said lightly. “So I’ve been told.” She smiled. “He’s not the type to marry without reason.”

I swallowed hard as we stared, and moved closer to her without worries. Amara occupied the East Wing of this Mansion. It has a dark and white wall, but the floor has crystal tiles. Father already told me not to cross this part. Amara is dangerous. She's a born mafia princess who can kill with no mercy. Rolando told me that Amara is the best assassin, like my father. "I-I need your help, Amara. Help me." I stepped inside her territory, crossing the boundary. The crystal floor glitters more inside. "And what will I get in return?" She shut the door behind me, and the place lights up.

“Thanks to my wonderful cook and housekeeper, everything runs fine around here. Otherwise, we would have all starved. So what would you like?” “Coffee will be great,” I smiled. “Be right back,” Amara gave me a bright smile and then walked out. I sat there, staring around and again marveling at how comfortable and homey Leo and Amara’s new home was. The Ammassari Mansion was a fortress just like the Baldocchi mansion is. But this…this was a home. “So, what brings you here?” Amara asked, returning with my cup of coffee. “Everything alright? How is it going along with Maximus?”

They were content to sit on the couch and talk about the ridiculousness of the show that was currently running. ***************************************************************************************************************** The next morning, Amara woke after a heated dream about a certain man in a motorcycle helmet. The dream had left her feeling unsatisfied. The idea of a helping hand was not foreign to her. She was still a virgin but not a monk. Amara helped herself so that she was not completely wound up the next time that she saw Damascus, which she had a feeling was going to be sooner rather than later.

“I need you to take care of Mr. de la Fuente. He can’t know what’s happening. It’d kill him. Please, I need your help. I’ll take care of this, okay? Please.” Adamaris just nodded. “I trust you.” And kissed her forehead before entering the car and started it off. Adamaris looked behind. She realized he had left a street away from the palace of the de la Fuente family. Walking aside the highway in her hospital white gown, her feet almost bleeding, Maria Fernanda thought she was going crazy if no one found her soon. All she could see ahead was the endless highway. Tears running down her cheeks, remembering her past and all the things that happened for her to be there.

I know it has something to do with the fact that Joemar Russo is still missing, but I’m not about to ask about it right now. They’ll tell me. I move my hand protectively over my belly. I have plenty to worry about right now. Behind me, there’s a loud noise as the door to the house slams. Amara storms out into the yard. In her arms is the ice that she went to go get, but from her face is nothing but cold. It promises murder. She snaps at me. “Your brother is a pain in my ass.” I look curiously at her. “How so?” I don’t ask which one, and I’m not quite sure that I’m updated on what Gina knows about Sandro’s latest assignment.

Amaris Maxon stays quiet as I relay my story, his face remaining expressionless, which is as irritating as all heck, because I can’t even begin to tell what he’s thinking—for all I know, he thinks I belong in a looney bin—and with how I grew up, maybe I do—but that’s not the point at the moment. The point is that I’m pouring my heart out to this relative stranger and I’m getting absolutely nothing in return. “So, after opening a gorge in the earth and then finding myself surrounded by a pack of wolves, I took off. It was all too much.”

tinanguan niya ako kaya agad akong tumakbo papunta sa kwarto at kinalma ang sarili. I will get out of this place soon. I promise that. ✏ ✏ ✏ Narito kami ngayon sa harapan ng mansiyon ng mga Salbacion. I'm wearing a simple dress and a pair of doll shoes. Venice chose this for me. Iginaya kami ng maid nila papunta sa loob. Their house was not like the other Mayor's houses that looks antique. Masyadong moderno ang bahay na ito. "This is why you need to follow my orders Amaryliss. Baka after 10 years dito na tayo nakatira" I silently rolled my eyes.

The only best boss for an Adam. “Boss, are we going straight home?” Adam asked Amar. Amar who heard Adam's question, he nodded his head. Adam opened the door for Amar. Amar immediately got into the car and Adam jogged to the driver's seat. The car drive out of Kalf's house. Amar stares out the window. He remembered the first time he set foot in this city to watch over his wife who left without saying goodbye. If you think about it, Amar really feels that his life is really very blessed by God. Because his travels at that time brought Amar to meet good people.