The Billionaire’s Pretty Wife

Amelia“Wake up, sleepyhead!” Stella said, tapping me lightly on the shoulder.“Just five more minutes,” I murmured, eyes still closed.“It’s already 10 a.m., naughty girl!” her voice rang out. “Didn’t you say you wanted to finish the decorations before Alex arrives?”My eyes flew open and I jumped out of bed. I glanced at the oversized clock on the wall and damn, it really was past 10.“Shit! Stella, why didn’t you wake me up earlier? You’re the worst sister,” I said teasingly as I rushed into the bathroom and started brushing my teeth.“I tried, I swear!” she laughed, following me in.Once we were dressed, she helped style my naturally curly hair, and then it was time to head out for shopping. Today was my fiancé’s birthday, and we were planning a surprise party for him. At the store, Stella picked out way better things than I did. Probably because she was a total fashionista.It didn’t take long before we arrived at his place and got to work.“Alex is going to be so surprised!” Ste

AmeliaEver since I was eighteen, I had always dreamt of my wedding day, of marrying the love of my life and being the happiest woman alive.Lies. There were just foolish dreams, and nothing more.As I walked down the aisle toward Sebastian Hawkins, the man I was about to marry, I drew in a deep breath. He stood tall in a black tuxedo, strikingly handsome with his chiseled jawline, sharp cheekbones, and well-groomed dark hair that framed his face like something out of a fashion magazine.What a pity about his eyes. He wore dark sunglasses, the kind that gave off a cold, powerful vibe, almost like he was untouchable. In one hand, he held a sleek golden cane that shimmered beneath the sunlight.If anyone had looked closely under my veil, they would have seen the fury written all over my face. I kept stealing bitter glances at my stepmother and Stella, who stood proudly nearby, smiling like they hadn’t thrown me into this nightmare.When I reached the altar, the ceremony moved quickly. W

Sebastian“So, how was she today?” I asked quietly. “How was my wife?”I could feel Smith shift in the front seat, turning slightly toward me.“Pretty, sir,” he replied. “As usual.”I nodded slowly and rested my elbow against the window. My fingers found their way to my lower lip, and I pinched it slightly, smiling to myself.She was probably the prettiest, alright. Rose had said it often enough, and never once changed her mind. Every single day, she reminded me that her “new mommy” was the prettiest in the whole wide world.I knew she would be. Her voice sounded soft and calm, like sunlight through sheer curtains. Sweet, patient, a little sharp when she was angry, and somehow still lovely even then.Strange, how someone like me could fall in love, just from a voice.“We’re almost at the airport, sir,” Smith said from the front.I let out a sigh, remembering another reason why I was doing this. At the moment, my company was at risk. The board of directors had already informed me they

AmeliaI gently placed Rose on the bed, adjusting her little arms and pulling the blanket up over her chest. She looked so peaceful lying there, her lips slightly parted as she breathed in and out, completely knocked out after all her excitement.That girl could talk for hours if I let her. She’d been going on and on about her father—how he’d be coming home, how he’d finally be able to see her and see me, and how she wanted to wear her sparkly dress so he’d know she looked “pretty” too.Honestly, it still felt strange—this whole being-a-mother thing. I hadn’t planned it, hadn’t dreamed about it, hadn’t really even wanted it. But Rose made it hard not to care. She was ridiculously cute, and somehow, despite everything, I found myself getting softer around her. I didn’t expect that.As I sat beside her, brushing a few curls from her forehead, I remembered the message I hadn’t checked earlier. I reached over to the nightstand, grabbed my phone, and unlocked it. There it was—Alex.The sig

AmeliaHe was staring at me.Or something like that. His head was tilted in my direction, his face still, his expression unreadable. I couldn’t tell what he was seeing—if anything at all, but I could feel his focus, thick and almost physical, like heat trailing over my skin.“Is everything okay?” I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper.He didn’t answer. Just leaned in.Slowly. Intentionally.And before I could think, before I could even blink, his hands were on my face, warm and steady. His thumbs brushed my cheeks with this gentleness that completely contrasted the next thing that happened.He kissed me.No, he took my mouth.There was nothing slow or tentative about it. His lips crashed into mine with a hunger that shook me. It was wild, desperate, almost possessive. He kissed like he hadn’t been touched in years—like he’d been starving for this exact moment.I gasped into his mouth, completely caught off guard. My entire body went stiff for a split second, frozen from the