Novel & Cerita Amelia Hart Author

Amelia advised sternly. Well, that wasn’t how things worked between Hayden and me. I doubt that she would understand it even if I tried to explain it to her, though. Amelia seemed to have Harvey completely wrapped around her little finger. “Sorry that I’m late,” --To be continued…

Dead. The story had dominated international headlines for days. Clara slowly opened the file. The client name immediately appeared. Amelia Hart. Widow. ---------------------------------- At exactly ten o'clock, Amelia arrived. She looked nothing like the woman Clara remembered from magazine covers. No designer confidence. No celebrity glamour. No carefully rehearsed public image. Only exhaustion. The kind that lived behind the eyes. The kind grief created. Amelia sat quietly across from Clara. Her fingers tightened around a paper coffee cup.

Nina looked at her dumbfounded, "Am I as good as you say?" "Of course! Besides, Dr. Hart is not the kind of man who cares about material things and superficiality. I can tell that he truly likes you, so you have to be more confident, okay?" "Yeah, I got it. Anna, let's work hard first! Of all my good qualities I'm just short of being rich." …… Amelia stood in front of Michael in his office, and she was looking at him with a serious face. Amelia drank wine today and she felt dizzy.

I froze in shock then lifted my eyes to Rebecca in anger before folding the paper again " It's easy Amelia, leave Gale for me and I will give you your job back " She whispered and I looked up at her, I couldn't be surprised at all cause let's be serious. In this country power and money do the ruling. But I can't lower my self to beg like that especially now that I know am far richer than her, with a smile I replied words that I know won't allow her to sleep at night "You're far outdated Rebecca, am not that Amelia Rose that can beg any more but the one that's going to destroy every inch of you " And with that I turned to the other side and lay down.

Helga also had no idea about the plan but compared to Amelia, she was already it due to her being a long time servant of Damian. “I know, for now, let us avoid angering the young madam even further,” Alfred said to which Helga agreed. She ended the call after a few more minutes before she sat down on the chair in the kitchen. ‘I better prepare the young madam’s snacks’ Helga thought before standing up again. Amelia stayed in her bedroom with a sour look on her face. ‘Remembering it just makes me even madder’ she thought. She stood up and left her room to go to the library to read some novels, hoping that it’ll brighten her mood.

Suddenly, the sharp ringing of his phone tore through the warm moment. Amelia's sobs rang out. "Mr. Hart, someone is stalking me! The internet is calling me an escort, a bootlicker, and a homewrecker! Is your wife that determined to ruin my life? Please, Mr. Hart, just tell her I won't come near you again. Ask her to leave me alone!" I looked up but continued playing with Charlie. Amelia being harassed was exactly what I expected, but it wasn't nearly as bad as she claimed.

"We trusted you with this Amelia,but you have failed us." Mom shouted in the same voice that was making my ear drums to bleed. "Look at these people. These are the town's men and women. Look at the lives that you destroyed because of your pride and ego." Amelia added. "If you had just shut up about the necklace,this won't have happened. The entire community won't have been dead by now. For this Amelia,you will suffer."

After being rescued by a man named Ben Wilson, Amelia followed him to Germany and eventually worked her way up to the position of vice president in his company. When Wilson Group's operations were hindered overseas, and they wanted to shift their focus back to New York, Amelia volunteered to return to New York as a pioneer, which led to the creation of "One Closet." Leo quickly skimmed through the information and then clicked on the page about her personal life. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened it, he was stunned. The header of the page read, "Amelia Smith, female, unmarried, currently has two children: a boy and a girl. The boy's name is Liam Smith, and the girl's name is Ella Smith."

As I approached the living room, I suddenly halted, glancing at the sofa. Amelia was curled up on the sofa, a book resting on her stomach. My lips curled up in a smile slowly. I went closer to her, gazing at her. She had fallen her hair and her earlier dress was now changed into a night gown. I carefully picked up the book on her stomach, looking at the cover page. Rina Kent. It was the author of the book she was reading. I dropped the book aside, hanging my jacket over my shoulder. Gently, I scooped Amelia up into my arms, adjusting her well. She needed to be comfortable.

“She died two years ago. Car accident, out on the coastal road. Very sudden. Very convenient, if you ask certain people in this family, though no one else seems interested in asking.” “Convenient how?” “Amelia was inconvenient to a great many people before she died.” He gripped his cane tighter, knuckles whitening. “She couldn’t carry a child to term. Three times she tried, three times she lost the baby, and this family treated her like she was defective instead of grieving. I watched my daughter-in-law humiliate that girl in front of reporters. I watched my grandson stop looking at his own wife like she mattered.” “That’s terrible.”