Dirty Desires: The Reborn Heiress Strikes Back

Amelia's Pov I could barely contain my excitement. After two weeks of unprecedented business in Italy, I finally get to return home to my family and to my life, but most importantly, I finally get to return home to my $5000 orthopedic mattress, which the employee expense policy unfortunately wouldn’t cover. Initially, I was set to return in two days, and my husband and daughter weren't expecting me until then, but after finishing up with business here, even the delicious gelatos weren’t enough to keep me away from my home for another day, so I decided to take the first flight back to the US, just to surprise them. The last time my husband, Samuel Brooks, and I spoke was before I left. We’d gotten into a heated argument because I had an itch about him being unfaithful, and I decided to scratch it by going through his devices. Fortunately, I’d found no evidence of another woman in his life, but unfortunately, he’d caught me, and we’d fought over it and hadn’t spoken since. I left

Third-person Pov Amelia rolled her eyes constantly as the doctor spoke, hating how he was making her feel like she was crazy. No matter how many times she repeated that her name was not Emma and that this wasn't her body, both the doctor and Liane kept staring at her like she had lost her mind. They didn't believe anything she was saying, and the doctor had basically concluded that she was confused as a result of being in a coma for so long. He then told Liane to give her some time to come back to her senses. "How long is it going to take until she remembers that she's Emma and not this Amelia she keeps claiming she is?" Liane asked. "I can't say for sure, Miss. It could take a few days, months, or even years until she recovers and goes back to her old self. Seeing how she was able to wake up despite being brain dead for such a long time, I believe we'd need to run a few more tests on her and keep her under close observation to determine her current condition," the doctor resp

AMELIAIt was nighttime. I could tell, even without opening my eyes, by the hushed silence and the chirping of insects somewhere far away. "Please let this all have been a dream," I prayed silently to whoever was up there listening. All I wanted was for all that had happened in the last few days to be a trance I had been having while in a coma. But when I opened my eyes, I was still in the same hospital room with the beeping machines, the adjustable bed, and the white walls. The thought that I was back to my old self had me reaching with shaky hands for the metal tray at my bedside. Quickly, I poured away the contents, flipped it over, and studied my reflection. My heart sank. It was still the same vivid red hair, pretty freckled face, and smooth skin staring back at me. I was still trapped in the body of Emma Mitchell. Someone began to wheeze, and I realized an instant later that it was me. The panic had started to take over. It was difficult to draw in a breath.

ALEXANDER "Damned bottle!" I muttered to myself as the whiskey bottle slipped to the edge of the table. I managed to grab it before it could hit the floor. I glued it to my lips and gulped down half of it. The alcohol warmed my insides. I told myself getting wasted was a shitty way of avoiding a problem I would have to deal with anyway and told myself to get it together. That advice lasted for all of thirty seconds. And then I was on my feet again, stumbling to the minibar off the living room to get another drink. "Screw this," I cursed. In a few days, maybe a week, Emma would be back to this house and back into my life. Again. I staggered back to my chair. Who in their right mind would want to live with Emma Mitchell, the snooty spoilt brat of a very wealthy man? Certainly not me. I had to admit though that I was sort of glad she had woken up from the coma. Sort of. At least now I wouldn't continue to be hounded by the media. In three whole years, they hadn't le

Third-person Pov "I thought you said she was getting better," Alex said. He dragged his eyes away from the pale, sleeping figure on the hospital bed and turned his attention to the doctor who was packing away his equipment. "What is wrong with her? Why did she just... collapse like that?" The doctor sighed. "She is recovering very well," the doctor assured him. "I think this er—episode was caused by stress. Seeing the outside world and lots of people after such a long time must have triggered all her stress hormones. I really wasn't in support of her going out so soon, but..." The doctor trailed off and shrugged. Alex could complete the doctor's statement if he wished. Timothy Mitchell had most likely ordered that his daughter be allowed out of the hospital all so she could get her memory back as soon as possible. Like his daughter, Timothy always got what he wanted. "So what happens now?" Alex asked. "Well, she will be monitored really closely from now. Obviously, she ca