Amelia Hart Author Novels & Stories

I stared at her with DISGUST written all over my face. "What, what's up with that look?" "You never told me you were into old and grumpy men" I walked forward. "Wait a second!... I never said I was into old and grumpy men, Amelia!" she caught up with me. "What…aren't CEOs always old and grumpy men?" "Handsome…I said handsome!... I can't believe this is coming from someone who called her fling Hot, Sexy, Manly, Handsome, Tall, huge di-"

I went back to my seat and Amelia did the same. "So how's life??" I asked. "Thriving." Amelia replied. "What about you?? How's the engaged life??" Amelia asked. I just shrugged at her as my reply. Looking at Amelia, besides owning a bar and Technology company, she's also a computer analyst, how come she never found me?? I'm sure Hecate came to her five years ago, asking for her help. I muster courage and asked. "Amelia you are known to be the best computer analyst, Hacker in town, and im sure Hecate came to you asking for your help to find me, how come you never found me???"

she said and Alex crouched down to her level. “So you are Chloe’s daughter, I heard you were my biggest fan,” he said and she nodded before taking out a book from her bag. It looked old and the title wasn’t clear. “I am indeed your fan, see…I even have the very first book you released,” she said and Alex’s smile increased. “That’s great, it's readers like you who make me continue my journey with excitement,” he said and Brianna took out the new books he just handed. “Why did you have to change your signature? The first one was good,” she said and Alex had a confused look.

Amelia explained as Harriet marveled at how beautiful Liam's mother and grandmother were. The two women were very graceful and gentle, there was also joy in their eyes. Harriet looked at an empty spot in the hallway that seemed to be reserved for another painting. There were no paintings there, and that was what made the place feel empty. Amelia told her about the Old Duchess. Then she continued with the story about Liam's parents. Hearing that, Harriet wondered how old Amelia was, considering she sounded like she knew them personally. So, Harriet asked her. "I'm a little older than Dan," answered Amelia.

"So this wasn't a circumstance. This wasn't Amelia choosing not to mention her family's wealth during the marriage." "No." Denise said, closing the file and looking at both of her colleagues. "This was orchestrated. Deliberately, carefully, and for a very long time, by someone with the resources and the patience to make absolutely certain the world never connected Amelia Hart to Hart Global until the family decided it was time." Tobias whistled low. "Mary the mother of Jesus!." "That's putting it mildly." Pruitt said. Denise gathered the relevant documents into a summary file, preparing it for the report that would need to reach Damian Blackwood by morning. She paused before finalizing it, s

The way she happily handed over her savings whenever I complained about being “broke.” All the he free favours and free body. It was always nice to use a naive and helpess girl, it saved me from the stress of actually providing anything at all. All I had to do is play my cards right. She had been so useful and so eager to please. And now Amelia Hart, with her family fortune and connections, had appeared at that charity gala last week like a gift from the universe. We clicked instantly. Why settle for scraps when I could have the whole feast funding my scientific projects?

Together? Her lips twitched, then slowly, deliberately curved into a smile—but there was nothing warm about it. It was sharp, calculating, and laced with jealousy. “So… that’s how it is,” she whispered. She straightened up, eyes gleaming with dangerous amusement. Amelia Hart thought she could play house with Ricardo. Thought she could step into a life that didn’t belong to her. How adorable. Stella picked up the phone, and typed in some few words and sent it to Amelia before deleting the messages together with the one Amelia sent earlier Carefully, she placed it back exactly where it had been, ensuring no trace of her interference.

Damian looked up immediately. “No,” he said coldly. But the older woman only sighed sadly. “You didn’t see her tonight before she left.” Her eyes filled with pity. “I’ve never seen someone look so heartbroken.” Damian’s jaw tightened violently. He hated hearing that. Hated imagining it. Because now every memory from the gala looked different. Amelia wasn’t defending herself desperately because she feared divorce. She was protecting their child. And he destroyed her anyway. Damian closed the notebook slowly.

Reason… Unknown. Victoria’s expression became unreadable. So the report confirmed it. Nothing she hadn’t already suspected. She slowly closed the folder. There wasn’t much here she didn’t already know. Or at least… Didn’t already suspect. Except one thing. Amelia Hart wasn’t the ordinary woman Victoria had once believed her to be. Not even close. She looked toward the large window overlooking the garden. A thoughtful smile crossed her lips. “I wonder.” She murmured quietly. “I wonder how you caught the eye of Daniel Carter so easily.”

she hissed, this time amelia stood up from the chair she was sitting down on and fired back at her "i have never meddled in your personal matters with jack, neither have i ever insulted him in your presence or behind your back even when jack has been my friend and haf tried to rape me" jack quickly turned to me and i gave him an assuring look and he relaxed immediately as we turned our attention back to amelia who continued after a brief pause "i will not take this from you, you have stayed with me and im grateful i think you can go now" she said slowly but angry "girl im only standing up for you, your mate is changing negatively and itll affect you if you shut up" she shouted frustrated