All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Rejected Wife : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Amelia stared at the message. Now find your sister. Her fingers went cold around the phone. “What does this mean?” Nobody answered. She looked at Damian. “Who sent this?” “I don’t know.” “Don’t lie to me.” “I’m not.” Amelia turned toward Richard. “Then you tell me.” Richard’s eyes remained fixed on the phone. “Put it away.” Amelia frowned. “What?” “Put the phone away.” “Why?” “Because whoever sent that message knows exactly where you are.” A chill ran down her spine. She looked around Room 17. The dark corners suddenly seemed to have eyes. “Are we being watched?” Damian immediately moved toward the window. He pulled the curtain aside. Nothing. Only darkness. “Damian?” He checked the hallway. “Stay here.” Amelia almost laughed. “Seriously?” He turned. “Amelia—” “No. You don’t get to tell me to stay anywhere anymore.” She held up her phone. “Someone just told me I have a sister I’ve never known about. A sister everyone apparently knew existed except

Amelia stared at Richard. Her mother’s hand was still wrapped tightly around hers. “Richard?” Richard didn’t answer. Amelia’s voice shook. “You took me?” His expression remained strangely calm. “Your mother is confused.” “Don’t.” Amelia stepped forward. “Don’t you dare lie to me again.” Richard’s eyes narrowed. Her mother moved between them. “He took you from the hospital.” Amelia froze. “What?” “After you were born.” Amelia’s breath caught. “I was born in a hospital?” Her mother nodded. “I was weak. I had lost too much blood. I couldn’t protect you.” Richard scoffed. “You couldn’t even protect yourself.” Her mother flinched. Amelia turned toward him. “Why did you take me?” Richard stared at her. “For your own protection.” Amelia almost laughed. “Protection?” “Yes.” “From who?” Richard’s eyes shifted toward Damian. “From him.” Damian’s expression hardened. “Don’t put this on me.” Richard smiled. “You were dangerous.” “I was twenty-two.” “You wer

Amelia couldn’t move. The location on her phone stared back at her. Blackwood Warehouse. For several seconds, she forgot how to breathe. Something about the name felt wrong. Not unfamiliar exactly. It was more like a word she had buried somewhere deep inside herself and desperately wanted to keep buried. Richard noticed her expression immediately. “Amelia?” She didn’t respond. “Amelia, what is it?” Her fingers tightened around the phone. “I know this place.” Richard’s brows pulled together. “You know the warehouse?” She nodded slowly. “Damian took me there once.” Richard’s expression changed. “When?” “I don’t know.” “You don’t know?” “I said I don’t know, Richard.” Her voice came out sharper than she intended. She closed her eyes, trying to search through the fog inside her mind. Nothing. Then— A door. A long, dark hallway. Cold concrete beneath her bare feet. A woman crying. Damian’s voice. Run. Amelia’s eyes flew open. She stumbled backward. Richard c

Amelia couldn’t breathe. “Damian?” The name left her lips like a question she was afraid to have answered. For several seconds, there was nothing but silence on the other end of the call. Then came a quiet, almost amused laugh. “You sound surprised.” Amelia’s fingers tightened around her phone. “Where are you?” “Does it matter?” “Yes, Damian. It matters.” Richard stood beside her, watching her face carefully. He couldn’t hear everything clearly, but he could tell from Amelia’s expression that whoever was on the phone had shaken her. Damian sighed. “You shouldn’t be there, Amelia.” Her brows pulled together. “Where?” “You know where.” She looked around the warehouse. Her eyes landed on the dark hallway they had just come through. “What do you know about this place?” “I know enough.” “Then tell me.” “Not over the phone.” Amelia’s frustration rose. “You’ve been disappearing for weeks. You knew Victoria was alive. You knew about my memories. You knew someone was wa

Richard stared at Amelia. “Who exactly is Damian?” Amelia couldn’t answer. Her eyes remained fixed on the photograph. Damian. Victoria. Together. Alive. The picture looked recent. Too recent. Damian’s arm was wrapped around Victoria’s waist, and she was smiling at the camera like nothing had ever happened between them. But Amelia knew that smile. She had seen it before. Years ago. Before everything fell apart. “Amelia.” Richard’s voice pulled her back. She swallowed. “Victoria was Damian’s fiancée.” “Was?” “Yes.” Richard frowned. “You said she was supposed to be dead.” “She was.” “That doesn’t make sense.” “I know.” “Then start making it make sense.” Amelia looked at him. “I met Victoria before I met Damian.” Richard’s expression changed. Amelia continued quietly. “She was beautiful. Confident. The kind of woman everyone noticed the moment she walked into a room.” “And Damian?” “He was completely obsessed with her.” Richard looked at the photograph aga