Amanda Reilly Blogger Where Is She Now Novels & Stories

, just then Daniel came back with an extra chair "Would you like to order something Amanda?" He asked "No but thank you, am just from having my dinner" she answered sweetly "So tell me, what are you doing here in Miami?, last time i checked, you where based in New york as the CEO of C.R.O.P." "Well am just here for some..." Kaira could see right through him and what he was going to say so she cut him short "We are here for honeymoon, you should have checked that on the Internet as well" she replied quickly making Daniel kick her foot under the table

"I've noticed your constant being on the phone lately! The Kylan I used to know is all about books; I want to know who this lucky girl is who makes you stop doing what you love." Amanda grinned. "She must be pretty!" Kylan smiled. "I've got to head to the office... Reed and his friends have a photoshoot today!" Amanda said, pushing her plate away. Kylan said nothing, he continued eating. "You guys are still not in good terms?" Amanda shook her head. Funny enough, both Kylan and Reed's families are close and business partners. Amanda is actually Reed and his friends' manager. The parents are the only ones who get along really well.

She winced but didn’t take it back. Sara’s tone cooled. “It’s not like that, Amanda. You know it isn’t.” “Isn’t it? You got the big house, the perfect husband, the daughter who looks just like you. Must be nice.” Silence stretched between them. Amanda closed her eyes. Why was she doing this? She had called to reconnect, not attack. But the words kept spilling out. “I didn’t call to fight,” she said finally, rubbing her forehead. “I just… I saw some pictures of you and Elly online. You both looked really happy.”

Amanda’s POV My eyes never seemed to get enough of the feed. My phone was buzzing with new pictures and write ups. Different bloggers carrying the news and rephrasing it in some twisted and enticing way. “Hello, Vanessa?” I called into the phone, shock drowning my voice. “Well hello girl, have you seen it?” “Yeah. It would be hard not to see it.” Some string of curses followed suit as I swiped up, not having enough of it. By the end of today this would be the most searched thing on the web.

Then again, she would rather not have her slapped face displayed on a blog for a lot of people to judge. Then, it came—flash news that popped out on the website. Andrea was even shocked when she almost clicked on it. What she thought was an online ad seemed to be something interesting. [Diamond ring confirmed! Meet the new Mrs. Pearce!] “Oh, my… they released it just now?” For some reason, Andrea wanted to click on it. However, she was scared of what the blogger would say about her… and the comments of the people. They had been relentless against her these days; it might not be a good time to see how she stood in the eyes of the people. She pressed the small close button of the pop-up.

Elle wrinkled up her nose. I groaned and covered my face with my hands. Another thing to have to think about! “Yeah, and I think one of those sex partners are sitting up in the packhouse sipping tea with Reza and Reya,” I sighed, resting my head on Elle’s shoulder. “Who?” she demanded to know, her interest peaked. “A red haired bitch called Amber. I remember seeing her in tabloids with him when we were still at Cambridge. She’s some clothing designer or something,” I elaborated, knowing a simple name would never be enough to satisfy Eliana’s thirst for information.

[Amanda] Abandoning my stilettos and my purse somewhere in the room, I stumbled towards the bed. God, I wanted to get piss drunk and just forget everything. I somehow managed to get up and reach the washroom, my makeup had already been ruined by the tears that refused to stop. I was thankful that I didn’t encounter any paparazzi on the way and that my pity party was only witnessed by Mr. Flenn.

"Right. What else?" "Several blogs that were started for a month or two but fell by the wayside. The usual twitter, f******k, myspace, all that stuff." Mark nodded for her to continue as he sat there in the dark. "Basically, if anyone who went to school with her looks her up, they'll have her down as someone who moved to an undisclosed town in Illinois, took up writing and didn't really socialise much." "And if they recognsie her as a dancer?"

Amanda gushes by my side, waving her hands in front of Ellie in a playful manner. She was a good friend of mine when I lived here, and we managed to keep in touch while I was in Miami, although not as frequently as I'd like. Amanda is sweet, nice, and thoughtful. She is also the main reason why I accepted to come today, since we're helping her plan her wedding with Tony's soldier, Kian. I didn't want her to feel like I didn't care about her or her wedding. I smile at her. "Thank you." "Have you ever thought of getting her into modeling? I can totally see her being famous in the future," Amanda asks, still playing around with Ellie. "She has so much potential."

A month has passed... Maelie had settled into the Erland Mansion in New York, and of course, Amanda was living there too because she could never let her live far away from her. However, Erland had asked Tommy to return to managing his company in Reno, and that means Amanda has to have a long-distance relationship with him. There were no more problems; Erland had officially divorced Tiffany, although he still often sent gifts to Alaina, who now lived with Miranda and Billy, while Tiffany stayed in Las Vegas with her brother.