Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dirty Desires: The Reborn Heiress Strikes Back: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

AMELIAIt was not a very classy place, this bar. It was not a place I had expected a rich, spoiled girl like Emma to frequent. The furnishings were mostly cheap, but at least the place was clean. And not crowded. Right now I could not deal with crowds. "Go on," Alexander urged. I took a step past the door and kept going. A jukebox played quiet music in the background. I took my time, looking around, focusing on objects, especially stuff that looked like it had been around for a long time. I waited for the spark, for a flash of something. Anything. As the seconds ticked past, I realized this wasn't working. I turned to tell Alexander this when the air was split with a shriek of "Emma!"It took a moment to remember my name was supposed to be Emma. I looked towards the source of the sound. A young woman, pretty in a pale, washed-out way and not much older than Emma, was sliding down a bar stool, almost tripping over her ridiculously high heels. Her mouth was open in surprise. Sh

AMELIAIt was quiet in the car. Too quiet. Alexander's face was as inscrutable as always, but he still had to be seething because of his confrontation with Bill. I was a little overwhelmed after what I had heard. Maybe even more than a little. And yes, I was scared too. What if Alex was the killer Bill thought he was? I didn't really think so, but what if? If he had caused the accident and felt it could never be traced to him, what stopped him from trying again? I snuck a glance at Alex. He was concentrating on the road ahead. I forced myself to relax a little. A lot of people knew I was out with him, so I was safe. I hoped. "We're here. Get out."I snapped right out of a light doze and looked around. We were back at the hospital. I stifled a yawn. It had been a long day. I was very tired. "Go on," Alex urged without looking at me. "Aren't you going to take me inside?"Alex turned his head in my direction but didn't quite look at me. "Take you in? Why? You can walk, can't you?

AMELIAWhen I caught myself counting the number of bristles on my hairbrush, I decided I had had enough. Staying here was hell. I was slowly but surely getting bored to death. I hardly ever saw Alexander, and he never spoke to me. Apparently he had been serious about the rule of silence between us. All I had to talk to were the servants, and they seemed scared of me. No surprise there when you factored in the way Emma had treated them. I started to pace the room—my room. It was large, airy, and spacious, but lately it had started feeling like a prison or cage. My phone briefly lit up as a notification popped up on the screen. I grabbed it and called Timothy. He answered as soon as it began to ring. "Hi love, It's so good to hear from you," he gushed. I twirled a lock of my hair over and over on my finger as I patiently waited for him to go through his routine of asking me about a hundred times how I was doing. After he had run through his questions, I could finally get a word in

Third-person POV Emily stared at the screen of her phone again in surprise. There was an incoming call from her father. He never called her, choosing instead to pretend like she didn't exist most of the time. As she picked up the phone, in her head, she quickly went over everything she could have possibly done wrong at the company. She got nothing. Or was someone else calling using his phone? The voice on the other end that said 'hello' was definitely Timothy Mitchell's. "Hello," Emily said tentatively. Timothy didn't waste any more time on pleasantries. He went straight to the point. "There is something very important I want to discuss with you in person. You're in town?""Yes?"Timothy exhaled. "Good. I would like us to meet as soon as possible. This evening will be ideal. You can come over to my place.""Is, um—this some kind of emergency?" Emily asked. "No. But it is urgent. Can I expect you tonight?""I think I would like you to give me a heads up first... Dad," Emily said

AMELIA"I have to get back to work."It was the second time in five minutes I was saying these words to Timothy Mitchell. I said it as much to myself as to him. I couldn't keep on hiding out at the house any longer. To get revenge on Samuel and Sophie, I had to be in the public eye again and attend galas, business dinners, and summits, which Samuel would also be attending. Then and only then could I find a way to carefully weave my web around him until he got caught in a trap he couldn't wiggle his way out of. "I know, honey," Timothy said. "But you're definitely getting your old job back whether you resume this week, next week, or even next month."I transferred the phone to my other ear so I could slip on my shoes. It was almost ten minutes to the hour I had set to leave the house. Timothy sensed my growing impatience. He continued quickly, "What I'm trying to say is that the company isn't running away. It's waited three years for you. It can wait a little more. You take some mor