AMELIA

The 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 previous day, my eyes began to water and I had to fight back tears.

I will not cry over it again.

Soon, I’ll leave, I just need to grasp everything properly, understand what my role in my mother’s company truly is, understand why I was poisoned.

Then I’ll move out of this mansion, get a small place by the country side, assign someone capable or work from home.

Anything will be better than living with a man who hates me.

With a frustrated sigh, I got off the bed and made my way to the bathroom, washing up and fixing my hair. Staring at my reflection longer than necessary, the sight never did appeal to me.

Even now, I looked worse. My eyes were bloodshot and my skin was pale, my cheeks sunk