I froze when the door slammed open and Charles stumbled in, my aunt Amanda trailing behind him.
It’d only been two days since William and I faked that engagement, and here they were, crashing into the Romano mansion like a storm.
Before I could speak, Charles grabbed me by the arms, his grip so tight it bruised. “Amelia, you’re coming home—now.”
I tried to yank free. “Charles, let go! This isn’t your place anymore!”
My aunt’s husband William’s cold laugh cut through the chaos.
He stepped forward, arms crossed, and sneered at Charles.
“She’s not going anywhere. She’s my fiancée, and you’re on Romano territory. Look around, you’re outnumbered. Outgunned.” He nodded to the guards, who instantly raised their rifles.
Charles’s face turned red. He didn’t take his eyes off me, growling, “Amelia, tell him this is a joke. You can’t seriously be with this man, he’s just using you!”
“I’m not joking,” I said, my voice shakier than I wanted. “I chose this. I chose him over you.”
William stepped between us, his hand drifting to the gun at his waist. “Last warning, Edgar. Get out. Or my guards won’t hesitate to shoot.”
I glanced at Amanda, who’d shrunk back against the wall, her eyes wide with fear as William glared at her.
I stood between two men who wanted to control me.
Now, I have to make my choice
