I've told myself several times that I should be able to fight back, shouldn't let myself sit back while people feel entitled to my life and control me as much as they like. I've done this many times, and scolded myself. Cursing myself, but nothing has changed.I'm still that kind of woman, even when I feel free, I still don't realize that there are many people behind me controlling me like their puppets. Like a scared caged cat doing self-protection, I couldn't do anything but hug myself in a corner, and then let someone stroke my chin and comfort me.I don't want to do that anymore. I want to stand alone, and fight whatever they all have planned for me.I want to be brave and also be firm with myself so that they don't control me around like I can't do anything on my own.And because of that I always have a very big envy of my twins. And I want to be her. She never let our father or anyone else control her. Standing beside me is like the bold side of me that never existed with her co
The journey to where Rhysand took me was a mass of hazy images, fragments of dreams in a wave of pain so terrible that ran through my body.There is sound.Voices I recognized, that were tinged with worry.And then there are gentle strokes that touch my skin and over me until I fall back asleep and then Rhysand's warmth and voice is a whisper heavy against my skin, and then nothing.When I opened my eyes again, confusion swept over me. I recognize the open ceiling and the scent of dark spices and pine lingering in the blankets tucked around me, but I can't remember how I ended up in Rhysand's room in the castle. My gaze shifted to the soft sunlight that was creeping in through the large window that was obscured by heavy silver curtains. The last thing I remember is Rhysand hugging me, and then everything is blurred in a broken image."Amanda?"A sudden heartbeat hit my ribs, I turned towards a female voice.Gabriella.She stood up from the couch with a grand accent in this room. Her e
This morning New York has been pelted with snow again, and, to hell, if I don't mind it. I sat back at the head of my hospital bed and watched the snow rain through the glass doors that led to the balcony. My gaze remained there for a few minutes and I thought of nothing but one thing behind the emptiness in my heart.Everything's been fine, though. I'm already fine. Some cuts and bruises have healed and the effects such as dizziness and fever have also disappeared. Daddy said I might be able to get out of the hospital tomorrow. I'm thankful about that and then about a few things.Apparently Daddy really has decided not to continue the engagement. Rafaella said that Daddy had even taught Nicholas de Sanctis' younger brother a lesson. Rafaella wasn't even sure if that guy would bother me again because this time Daddy gave me more protection and gave some warning to that motherfucker. I know that Daddy loves me very much, and it's not just based on those feelings, but regret and guilt.
I tightened my grip on my steering wheel when I finally reached RID.It's only been a day since I was released from the hospital but, damn it, I can't hold myself in my apartment anymore. Even though Ronald had told me that his big boss, a.k.a Rhysand del Millero was giving me a week off, I still couldn't calm down. Plus the thought of him not showing up at the hospital, anywhere, and not contacting me.All those bad feelings overtook me so horribly.My mind is wandering and I think I'm going crazy if I'm in my room in the next twenty four hours. That's why I ended up here this morning.To work.And the courage that was in me just now has gone nowhere now. The nervousness completely overtook me. Images of what I should do when I meet Rhysand fill my mind.Inhale slowly, hold it, and let it out slowly. I tried to calm myself over and over again.And on my exhale on the count of five, I grabbed my bag from the passenger seat and got out of the car. Smoothing my shirt under my coat and k
I've never been in love before, and that's why I've never felt the pain of it.I only accept one or two boys to be my boyfriend because I think that I want to get new things, like what Rafaella got. Experience with a lover. And it all didn't end well for me.Kevin, my first ex-boyfriend was an asshole incarnate from hell, and I didn't appreciate a single second I spent with him. I hated him then and I hate him now.And I got together with Jordan. I used to think that I loved him, that what I felt from him was pure love. In the past, I didn't know how to feel in love, what anyone would really feel when they really fell in love with someone. All I know when I'm with Jordan is comfort, safety and normality. He's like a friend, and everything just seems normal. What I feel for him is admiration and pride because of what he did for people in the midst of war and people in poor countries. It all touched my heart and I believe that he is the best for me.But I know that's not real love. Eith
Waking up with pain all over my body made me frown. I pulled up the thick blanket with the scent of musk enveloping me and then let out a rough breath. A jumbled image appeared in my brain and it made my head throb with pain.The effects of alcohol are still there. And my aching body definitely isn't one of the reasons either, right? I move my head on the comfortable pillow that is so comfortable, inhale the familiar scent that overwhelms me. The scent of someone I've missed and longed for so much. And I.. I don't know what happened to me.But I found myself in a garden, in the middle of such a beautiful garden. Decorated by butterflies and dragonflies. The pool was at the end, and I walked quickly to get there. I looked down, staring at my own face which showed my long hair and my innocent face and so pale. I'm wearing a white dress, and I look beautiful. I spent time admiring myself beyond the churning waters. But something... the weight of the heavy air that came with gripping inte
Rhysand was already out of bed—standing with his back to me, putting on his shirt. I rushed to sit up while grabbing the blanket to cover my naked body with my hands that were still shaking violently. The whole inside of me also did the same thing. The man turned around, looking at me expressionlessly."Stop fighting me, and I will apologize." he said, flatly.I frowned deeply. Anger rose until it stuck in the middle of my throat like a ping pong ball. This man is truly unrepentant.What an asshole.Reflex took over me, I picked up the decoration from the nightstand and without thinking anything else, I threw it with force.What a shoot.It hit his head.Rhysand winced, touching his forehead with his palm. Bloody one.Then, he glared at me, I just stared at him with a gaze that succumbed to my anger. I fought him, even though it wouldn't do anything, but it would let him know that I was really mad at him. On the other hand, I'm looking forward to it. The anger he would throw at me bec
He didn't take me where I had guessed. We are somewhere else, not Barcelona or Madrid, but San Sebastian.A place in the northern part of Spain that I have never visited and is one of the cities on my list that I want to visit for my vacation. It's been a long time since I made that note. The first city is Kastoria which is in Greece, where my father is from, Vanadzor in Armenia, and lastly, San Sebastian because I see this city is quite beautiful.My dream is to travel the world alone, and I didn't expect Rhysand to make it happen so quickly. A strange, anticipatory movement went through me.Is this just a coincidence or does he really know everything about me, even about the note that was recorded on my laptop since three years ago?That's impossible, right?He couldn't be that crazy could he?I folded my arms and shuddered in horror if what I thought was really happening. I don't know if it's just my guess or not, but something bad and strange has happened to him. Something strange