Novels by Bea whitmore

Amelia sensed it the moment she walked into the office.Something had changed.It wasn’t obvious.No one said anything.No one acted out of place.But the air—Felt heavier.Like eyes were on her.Watching.Waiting.She sat at her desk, turning on her computer, trying to focus on the tasks in front of her.But the feeling didn’t leave.If anything—It grew stronger.Then—“Miss Charles.”Amelia looked up.Elise stood there, her usual composed expression slightly more serious.“Mrs. Reed would like to see you.”Amelia’s heart skipped.Natasha.Of course.“Now?” Amelia asked.Elise nodded.“Yes.”Amelia stood slowly.“Where?”“Private lounge.”That wasn’t normal.But nothing about Natasha was.Amelia smoothed her blazer and followed the direction Elise pointed.Each step felt deliberate.Measured.Like she was walking into something she couldn’t avoid.The private lounge was quiet.Too quiet.Natasha sat by the window, her posture elegant, her expression unreadable.She didn’t look up i

Amelia didn’t expect it to be this hard.Not the work.Not the pressure.Not even Natasha.It was him.Alexander.Being around him every day was slowly becoming something she couldn’t control.The office was quiet that evening.Most of the staff had already left, their footsteps fading into the distant hum of the city.But Amelia remained at her desk.Finishing work.Organizing files.Avoiding going home too early.Because going home meant thinking.And thinking led to questions she wasn’t ready to face.Inside the office, the light was still on.Alexander was still there.Of course he was.He was always the last to leave.“Amelia.”Her name broke through the silence again.She looked up immediately.“Yes, sir?”He stood at the doorway, his tie loosened slightly, his sleeves rolled just enough to reveal a more relaxed version of himself.Less distant.More… real.“I need those reports,” he said.“They’re ready.”She stood, picking them up, and walked into his office.This time—It fel

Amelia quickly learned one thing about working at Reed Enterprises.Nothing went unnoticed.Every movement.Every delay.Every mistake.It all mattered.And at the center of it—Was Alexander Reed.He didn’t raise his voice.He didn’t repeat instructions.He simply expected perfection.And somehow—Amelia delivered.By midday, her desk was already stacked with schedules, meeting notes, and calls that needed coordination.She moved through them with quiet efficiency, her focus sharp.Work had always been her strength.It grounded her.Kept her from thinking too much.From feeling too much.But today—That was harder.Because every time the office door opened—Her heart reacted before her mind could stop it.“Miss Charles.”Amelia looked up immediately.Alexander stood at his door.Watching her.“Inside.”Her chest tightened slightly.She stood and walked in, keeping her expression calm.“Yes, sir?”He didn’t answer right away.Instead, he handed her a file.“Review this. I want a summa

Amelia stood in front of the building again.This time, she wasn’t here as a visitor.She worked here.The thought still felt unreal.She adjusted her blazer, smoothing invisible creases, her heart beating faster than she wanted it to. Today wasn’t just her first day.It was the beginning of something dangerous.Because now—She would be seeing him every day.Alexander Reed.The father of her children.A man who didn’t even know her.Amelia took a slow breath and stepped inside.Everything felt different now.Yesterday, she had been an outsider.Today, people moved around her like she belonged.A badge hung around her neck.Her name printed clearly:Amelia Charles.She stared at it for a second longer than necessary.Then walked forward.“Miss Charles?”She turned.A woman in her early thirties approached her, holding a tablet.“I’m Elise, Mr. Reed’s executive assistant.”Amelia nodded politely.“Nice to meet you.”Elise gave her a quick once-over.Not rude.Just observant.“You’ll be

Amelia barely slept.The glow of her laptop had stayed on long after midnight, the Reed Enterprises application page still open as if it were waiting for her to change her mind.She didn’t.By morning, her decision was firm.This wasn’t just about finding a job.This was about getting closer to the truth.She glanced at her babies, still asleep, their tiny breaths soft and steady.“You’re the reason I’m doing this,” she whispered.Then she hit submit.The process moved faster than she expected.Too fast.By midday, her phone rang.Amelia hesitated before answering.“Hello?”“Miss Amelia Charles?” a professional voice asked.Her grip tightened slightly.“Yes.”“This is from Reed Enterprises. We received your application.”Her heart skipped.“I see.”“We’d like you to come in for an interview. Today, if possible.”Today?Amelia blinked, surprised.“That soon?”“Yes. The position is urgent.”Of course it was.Men like Alexander don't wait.“I’ll be there,” she said.She hung up slowly, h

Amelia returned to the hotel the next day.This time, she didn’t hesitate outside.She walked straight in.Her steps were steady, but her heart wasn’t.The babies were with a neighbor she had met the night before, a kind older woman who had offered to help without asking too many questions. It was the first small piece of luck Amelia had found since arriving in Paris.Today, she needed answers.Not guesses.Not assumptions.Answers.The same receptionist stood behind the desk.She recognized Amelia immediately.“You came back,” she said, a hint of curiosity in her tone.“I said I would,” Amelia replied.The woman studied her for a moment, then leaned slightly closer.“You’re serious about this, aren’t you?”Amelia didn’t flinch.“Yes.”A pause.Then the receptionist lowered her voice.“I can’t give you records,” she said carefully. “But I can tell you something… unofficial.”Amelia’s pulse quickened.“I’m listening.”The woman glanced around briefly before speaking again.“A few years