"I told you, I'm fine," whispered Amy, and things were much better now than before, when Victor burst into the studio midway, and he sent the doctor to draw blood from her arm. "Doctor?" Victor turned his attention to the middle-aged woman with a reassuring tone. "What happened? H—how is she?""Ulcers," the doctor replied without lifting his eyes, pulling out the needle, and pressing the skin with a cotton ball to stop the bleeding. "Other than that, I won't know until I get these results." He held up three vials of blood and stuffed them into the pocket of his lab coat before making eye contact with Victor."But do you suspect something's wrong?" Victor asked, not looking in Amy's direction so she had time to stare at him before she accepted that and got drunk while he was upset his gaze made him promise to remember every detail. She hadn't had a good look at him in weeks, and it had been long since they'd touched. Her heart was beating strangely, and she let out a soft moan.Victo
Here she is now—the only option other than going inside the house is to insist that he fly her back to Cordova, which leaves her with a bag full of cement. "Okay," she agreed rebelliously. "I'm going in." But it's like going back in time. The last time they left, they both thought they'd be back soon, and the house had that feeling - as if they'd left soon and everything was just as it was.Her heart churned in her chest as she stepped into the depths of the living room, memories flooding her, her pulse racing wildly. "You're obviously happy here," he said softly, walking behind her. "And I like to see you happy." She closed her eyes because she heard what he didn't say. He didn't like seeing her hurt. He didn't like knowing he was going to hurt her. He fears becoming like his father, fears that their marriage will spiral into the same horrific merry-go-round of squabbles.She turned to face him, needing to reassure him. "I'm happy in Córdova, too," she lied. "You're avoiding me
Tears glistened in her eyes. "I love you," he added simply, when all the grander expressions seemed unnecessary at the time. "I'll keep you here until you understand this." She smiled. "I think I get it," she blinked, "but I'm happy to pretend I don't, just for tonight." "A couple of nights," he bartered, and then, before she could object, He raised a hand. Put your finger on her lips to calm her down. "At least."She nodded, feeling a pain in her heart. "It sounds like heaven to me." ***Much later, as their feet dipped into the warm waters of the soft sand and the sky was dusky pink and orange, Amy's phone started ringing. She took out her mobile phone from her back pocket, frowned when she saw the unfamiliar number, and swiped the screen to answer it. "Hello?" "Is this Mrs. Amelia Montero?" She smiled at Victor, filled with emotion, because she really was Mrs. Amelia Montero, in every fiber of her body. In the bones, in all the cells of her heart."Indeed it is." "It's Dr.
Book 3 BlurbA Misunderstood Marriage Miranda couldn't possibly have prepared herself for tycoon Jacob Delrama. He proposed to Mira—well, he insisted: "Y—you'll have a wedding ceremony, and in return, you'll receive a big amount of cash and a divorce as soon as I arrange it."Mira agrees to a secret wedding at the behest of her late brother, but she is distressed that Jacob has completely misunderstood her. The longer she spent with him, the more she knew that she couldn't be his temporary wife. Only one thing - her secret must be told!***After the peak, with her heart beating like a drum, Mira climbed into the church and slid to a pew near the back to listen to the memorial service from a safe distance. Dimitri Castor is well known in the city of Córdova. The dimly lit interior was packed with those who wanted to pay their last respects. A black and gold embroidered scarf covered her drooping head, and Mira trembled, lost in the dark abyss of sorrow.She had been alone for as long
At age 10, Jacob Delrama lost his parents in a hiking accident. Dimitri and Clara took Jacob into their home and raised him as their own sibling. It never occurred to Dim that Mira would be displeased with his constant mention of the countless virtues and talents that replaced her brother,It is unwarranted injustice to despise yourself just for such childish impulses. Mira fell silent. She trembled at the sound of her own footsteps. She was supposed to be sober the day Dimitri died, but she was so shocked she literally stopped functioning. Just five weeks ago, he was hospitalized with a mild heart attack. She was first at his bedside,When she realizes that Clara and Jacob are already en route from the airport, she reluctantly separates from Dim. "Stay—ring the bell with all of them!" Dimitri growled recklessly, already irritated by the nurse's attempt to prevent her from entering his private chamber. "You know you don't mean that. You can't do that to your wife," Mira murmured tig
Her trembling mouth clenched into a bloodless line. Dim kept their secret to protect his wife. Years of betrayal went to the grave with him. She has an obligation to keep her faith in her brother. What good is the truth if it only brings more pain and distress? She didn't need anything Dim left her. She has her own life to live, and she doesn't want to possess anything that should belong more to her brother's widow.She felt that was wrong, morally wrong. Rings are different. It's her only tangible connection to a tradition and background she hasn't had in her entire life. "As you can see—I'm leaving." Mira raised her bright head high, examining the frighteningly tall black figure with bitter revulsion, "You have nothing to worry about. I'm not going to hang out and embarrass anyone—""If it was that simple, we wouldn't have this unpleasant meeting," Jacob said sternly. "I will drive you out of this house forcibly!" Mira laughed contemptuously, and her temper became more and more in
"It's recent," Jacob said slowly. "But you should have told me," Clara scolded in an uneasy but gentle tone. "How can you believe that I feel angry for your happiness? If only you knew how crazy I was thinking when I came to this door—A taxi was noisily pulling into the driveway." My Taxi," Mira whispered in relief. "You're leaving? But I just met you," protested Clara, surprised and disappointed."I'm afraid Miranda has a flight to catch, and she's already late," Jacob interjected ingeniously, grabbing Mira's suitcase with one hand before Mira reached for it again, and quickly carried it away. Out of the house, probably to allow her to leave faster. "Miranda—that's a very—very beautiful name," Clara mused after a moment of strange hesitation, her eyes quickly clouded, before raising her head again and continuing with palpable warmth. "Forgive me for coming uninvited, but I look forward to spending time with you soon." "I'm sorry but I have to leave I'm in such a hurry," Mira mu
Sheldon walked wearily into the kitchen. He was over six feet tall, with shoulders like the handle of an ax and a huge chest, but the hard physical labor drained even his impressive resources. His long, thick black hair tangled limply and wetly over his rough features. "Is there any chance you ever bought a beer or soft drinks when you went shopping?"Mira barely looked up from the grimy cooker she was scrubbing and gave him a look of disbelief. "You're just kidding!" "You can't be mad at me." Sheldon treated her with a look of pained male incomprehension. "You should have called. If I get a warning that you're coming back, I'll bring Sheila to clean up—A gleam of contempt flashed in Mira's eyes. "Your sister has her own full-time job and a life. You should be ashamed of yourself, Sheld. When we moved here, you promised you would do your best. What should you do the moment I turn around?" she asked with bitter resentment. "You've turned the cottage into a filthy mess and my garden