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Amanda: 7 years ago, he broke me, making me believe in love at first, and then feel the urge to destroy everything his hand touched.He's the past, but fate clearly wants to make fun of me, because today I'm standing in front of him again. ⠀ Adam: I look at the woman I lost 7 years ago because of my own fear and whom I love to this day, and the only thing I see in her eyes is hatred. Did I really break her so badly that that girl from the embankment disappeared forever? Is it possible to find an excuse for a terrible act 7 years old? And is there still love in the heart that was broken into pieces because of fear?
Chapter 1
Mar 31, 2025
AMANDA
- Welcome back, little one - I look in the mirror and see a completely different person, these seven years have changed so much.
- I don’t want to think about it, - I say out loud to drive away the intrusive thoughts, - I need to prepare for today’s event, after all, this is not just a return to the US, I am here today for the deal that will elevate me several levels up.
For such an event, I choose a silky red dress on thin straps, which highlights every curve of my figure (just so you understand, over the years it has become more feminine, and attracts a lot of glances), I gather my black hair into a high ponytail and let it flow over my shoulders, complemented by long earrings and a ring with onyx that I’ve worn for 7 years.
In ten minutes my driver arrives and escorts me to the car, and I won’t say that I particularly like this, but when your business starts to gain momentum, you never know what to expect from competitors.
The drive to the restaurant where today’s meeting will take place takes about thirty minutes, but I am not thinking about that at all.
I haven’t been to this city in seven years because I wanted to escape, to rid myself forever of the past, the memories, of the one who destroyed me and left. The memory of that day again comes to mind, when we met by the sea almost at dawn.
Seven years ago....
I ran away from home because my parents were preaching again that their daughter does not meet expectations, and they did not raise me this way at all. Instead of continuing to listen to this, I took my hoodie and ran to the sea. I think they didn’t even notice that I was gone because they continued to argue about who was to blame for their 18-year-old daughter not planning to continue the family tradition of lawyers, but wanted to pursue creativity.
In such moments, I sincerely regret that I am the only child, and they simply have no one else to impose their "experiments" on.
From early childhood, it was always about "must." Must study well, because you won’t get into university. Must do dance, tennis, to always be in shape. Must not eat sweets, because it’s harmful. Must be submissive and patient, because no one will marry you.
But I just wanted to be a child. Get bad grades, eat ice cream, and argue with classmates when they honestly started to annoy me (and sadly, that was far too often, especially when it came to studying).
But the most I could do was occasionally run away to the beach, which was not far from our house, and dream that someday my life would change.
The sea always calmed me; looking at its horizon, you believe in a future without limits, you believe that you can break free and breathe deeply.
Despite the cold morning, I sat very close to the water, hiding my legs under the hoodie because I had run out in my pajama shorts in my emotions and was now really cold, but not so much that I would go back home.
And just when I was about to leave, I heard a voice behind me, and a swarm of goosebumps ran down my body.
- Hard night? - he sounded too close, making me jump up suddenly and turn towards the sound.
A man stood before me, much, much taller than I am. So, to take a good look at him, I had to raise my head, which I quickly regretted. His black eyes looked at me as if I owed him my life. For some reason, that gaze made me want to become an ant and hide under the nearest stone.
- I can offer you a remedy for hard nights, - his lips curved into a strange smile as he began to extend his hand towards me, causing me to step back sharply a few paces.
- But I’m not a maniac, here take this, - he raised his hand higher, and only then did I see that the man was offering me an open bottle of whiskey.
- Oh you fool, you got scared of whiskey, - flew through my mind as I observed the uninvited guest who had terrified me into numbness.
- Kitten, are you mute? - his dark eyes squinted as if he knew that wasn’t true, but for a split second, uncertainty rolled through his gaze.
- No, but I don’t talk to people I don’t like, - what the hell did I just say. Well, that’s it, now he’ll drown me in this sea because, you see, I decided to talk about my likes and dislikes here.
- Oh, so our Kitten has some teeth, - his smile turned into a grin after which he took a sip of whiskey and walked past me towards the sea.
But instead of running away while this brute hadn’t changed his mind about leaving me alone, I turned back and started examining his silhouette, which in the morning light looked like a statue of a Greek god.
- People can’t look like that, - I mumbled to myself and walked away because in an hour our family will be waking up (if only you knew how much I hate that), which means my disappearance will trigger two more days of brainwashing about inappropriate behavior and family disappointment.
My thoughts were interrupted by the voice of the driver:
- Ms. Amanda, are you okay? We're already at the place.
Nodding in response and returning to reality, I realized that everything would not be as simple as I hoped. Unfortunately, seven years cannot erase memories, but I must keep myself together.
Quickly ascending to the hall I needed, I was immediately greeted by one of the potential partners for whom I agreed to come to the US.
- Amanda, you look simply incredible, - with a fussy kiss on the hand, this old coot was devouring my décolletage with his eyes, and to hell with him.
- Thank you, Mr. Kirk. Is everyone here? - no matter how much this jerk annoyed me, I had to behave politely, as he is needed for the fruitful work that I am counting on.
- We are still waiting for one partner, and it will depend on him whether this cooperation is beneficial for us, - Kirk smirks, making it clear that it’s too early to rejoice. - But I’m sure everything will be fine.
The eager turkey winks at me and leads me to a table where three of the four guests for this meeting have already gathered, and it’s worth noting that all of them are accompanied by ladies, while I, for some reason, have come alone.
- Well, to hell with them... - my thoughts are interrupted by Kirk’s voice, which sounds too active, and even a bit scared.
- Now everyone is present. - Fear reads in his eyes towards someone who just entered the hall, and just as I turn to look towards the door, my heart stops for a moment.
- If this is a joke, it’s a very, very bad one, - I whisper under my breath, staring at the one who seven years ago first rescued me from a golden cage, and then destroyed me. Taught me to fly and believe in myself, and then trampled my heart, causing me to suffer every second.
It took me seven years to forget and let go, but now, looking into the eyes where I once saw hope, I just want to wake up and make sure this is just a dream.
I stare at him, unable to even move while he walks toward us. He hasn’t changed, except his gaze has become wearier, and his features more cold, I would say even steely.
- Ms. Amanda, meet Adam Kelly, our main partner, - Kirk's worm-like voice sounds very distant as I look at the man I once couldn’t imagine my life without.
- And this is Ms. Stewart. - Only after these words do I shift my gaze to the woman who is clinging to Adam’s arm and scorching me with a look full of hatred.
- Nice to meet you, - I force my lips to curve into a smile, and at that moment my eyes meet his, and I know - I am headed for ruin...

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