
Introduction
A forgotten key card in her purse. A newspaper headline about the “Mediterranean Strangler.”
Each victim was a woman traveling alone. Each romance lasted exactly five days.
Now Amelia’s facing a nightmare disguised as paradise trapped between attraction and suspicion, reason and fear.
As the sun sets on their fifth day together, she must decide whether to run, fight, or play the most dangerous role of her life: pretending to love the man who plans to kill her.
Chapter 1
Amelia Noah POV
The bathroom mirror doesn't lie, even when I wish it would.
Black mascara streams down my cheeks in twin rivers, mapping the geography of my humiliation. I grip the marble countertop until my knuckles turn white, staring at this stranger with the puffy eyes and trembling lips. This can't be me. This pathetic woman can't be Amelia Noah, senior marketing executive who closed the Hartfield campaign last month, who commands boardrooms filled with men twice her age.
But Marcus's phone buzzes against the sink where I dropped it, and another text from "Trainer Babe" lights up the screen. Can't wait to see you tomorrow. Tonight was incredible.
My stomach lurches. Tonight. While I worked late preparing the Morrison presentation, Marcus was with her. Again.
I force myself to scroll through the messages I've already read twice, each one a fresh cut. Three months of exchanges. Three months of planning secret meetings while I made dinner reservations and picked out lingerie and convinced myself we were building something real.
You're so much more exciting than her.
She has no idea what she's missing.
When are you going to end things with the workaholic?
The workaholic. Eight months together, and that's how he describes me to his mistress. Not Amelia. Not his girlfriend. The workaholic.
"Jesus, Amelia, put the phone down."
Marcus fills the bathroom doorway, his gym bag still slung over his shoulder. Even now, caught red-handed, he looks annoyed rather than guilty. His dark hair is still damp from whatever post-workout shower he shared with Trainer Babe, and he's wearing the cologne I bought him for his birthday.
"Three months?" My voice cracks. "Three months, Marcus?"
He sighs like I'm being unreasonable. "Look, it just happened, okay? These things happen."
"These things happen?" I turn to face him fully, and something wild and desperate rises in my chest. "I introduced you to my sister. I was planning to bring you home for Christmas."
"Come on." He shifts the bag to his other shoulder. "Christmas is eight months away. We both knew this wasn't going anywhere serious."
The words hit like physical blows. "I didn't know that."
"Well, maybe that's the problem." His tone turns sharp, familiar. The same voice he uses when I ask him to put his phone away during dinner, when I suggest we spend a quiet evening together instead of going to another bar with his friends. "You get too attached, too fast. You always have. It's suffocating."
Too attached. Too fast. Suffocating.
I've heard variations of this speech before. From David, my college boyfriend who said I was "emotionally exhausting" after I asked him to meet my parents. From Ryan, who called me "clingy" when I wanted to spend more than one night a week together. From James, who said I had "unrealistic expectations" about communication.
"Maybe I just have normal expectations," I whisper.
Marcus rolls his eyes. "See? This is what I'm talking about. You turn everything into some big emotional drama. Some people just want to have fun, Amelia. Some people don't need to analyze every text and plan every moment and—"
"Get out."
The words surprise us both. They come from somewhere deep in my chest, steady and clear.
"What?"
"Get out of my apartment." I step aside so he can reach the sink, grab his phone, and watch his face change as he realizes I've been reading his messages. "Get your things and get out."
"Amy, come on—"
"Don't call me Amy." Only my family calls me Amy. I never should have let him use it. "And don't 'come on' me. You've been cheating for three months. Three months, Marcus. While I was falling in love with you."
He flinches at the word 'love,' and I realize I've never said it out loud before. Not to him. I was waiting for the right moment, the right setting. I was always waiting.
"Look, I'll end things with Jess—"
"Jess." Her name tastes bitter. "You couldn't even keep it anonymous."
Marcus runs a hand through his hair, a gesture I used to find endearing. "This doesn't have to be complicated. We can work this out."
But I'm already shaking my head. The fog of shock is lifting, replaced by something harder and cleaner. Math. Marcus plus Jess equals eight months of lies. Marcus plus me equals what? Date nights where he checks his phone. Weekend mornings where he leaves early for "workouts." A relationship that was dying while I fertilized it with hope and flexibility and the desperate need to make someone love me.
"There's nothing to work out." I walk past him into the bedroom, pulling his drawer open and dumping clothes into his gym bag. "You made your choice. Multiple times."
"Don't be like this, Amy—Amelia. You're better than this."
I freeze with his Northwestern t-shirt halfway to the bag. "Better than what? Better than having standards? Better than expecting fidelity? Better than wanting a boyfriend who doesn't describe me as 'the workaholic' to his other girlfriend?"
His mouth opens and closes like a fish. Finally, he says, "You're too needy. You always have been. That's why this keeps happening to you."
The words land exactly where he aimed them, in the soft place I've been protecting since I was twelve and my father explained that Mommy needed "space" to "find herself." The place that wonders if I'm fundamentally too much, too demanding, too hungry for love.
But tonight, something different happens. Tonight, I look at Marcus—really look at him. At his expensive haircut and his designer protein powder and his casual cruelty wrapped in false concern. And I realize he's not delivering some painful truth. He's just another mediocre man who thinks my desire for genuine connection is a character flaw.
"You're right," I say, zipping the bag. "This does keep happening to me. Because I keep choosing men who think wanting love is needy."
I hand him the bag and walk to the front door, holding it open. Cool October air rushes into the apartment, carrying the sound of traffic and distant laughter from the street below.
Marcus pauses in the doorway. For a moment, I think he might apologize, might show some recognition of what he's destroying. Instead, he shakes his head.
"Good luck with that attitude, Amelia. You're going to need it."
The door closes behind him with a soft click.
I slide the deadbolt home and lean against the wood, suddenly exhausted. The apartment feels cavernous around me, all the spaces Marcus used to fill now echoing with absence. His coffee mug in the sink. His Netflix profile on my TV. The weekend plans we made that will never happen.
I walk to the living room and sink onto the couch, surrounded by the detritus of our relationship. Takeout menus from restaurants where we shared appetizers. A wine bottle from the weekend we drove upstate to see the leaves change. The travel magazine Marcus brought over last week, open to an article about Greek islands.
"Maybe we should take a vacation," he'd said, pointing to a photo of white buildings climbing clifftops above blue water. "Somewhere romantic."
Romantic. While he was texting another woman.
I pick up the magazine, studying the image more carefully. Santorini, the caption reads. The photo shows a resort perched on volcanic cliffs, infinity pools reflecting endless sky. It looks like another world, a place where thirty-two-year-old marketing executives don't get their hearts broken by men who smell like other women's shampoo.
A place where I could remember who I am when I'm not trying to earn someone's love.
My laptop is already open on the coffee table, cursor blinking in the search bar. Before I can talk myself out of it, I type: flights NYC to Athens.
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