Amelia Hart Novels & Stories

“Please tell me that you are not referring to Sienna as your daughter.” “Do you see Sienna being a sharp wolf? As far as I'm concerned, she's nothing but an Omega. A smart and strong one I will admit, but that is all.” I said, staring down at the picture of the woman that I once loved before putting it away. “But yes, you do have a sister just as much as she does.” I turned toward her, the wicked smile stretching across my face. “She doesn’t know. Neither does Damon. But the girl exists. They have tried finding her for years before they passed away. Kael and Evelyn believed her to be dead a long time ago. They never bothered looking. And now… she will return.”

“Pull every angle from that night. Every timestamp. Every access record. Now.” Technicians scrambled, screens flaring to life, footage lining the walls. He stood among them, a commander in his own war, eyes locked on the flickering images as if they alone could save him. And then he saw it. The frame froze. The silhouette turned just enough. The height, the posture, the fall of hair—it was unmistakable. Credentials confirmed at the bottom of the screen. Amelia Hart. Frederick’s heart stopped, then slammed back into motion, each beat harder than the last. His throat tightened, fury and disbelief colliding in a storm that left him shaking.

One night. One kiss. One viral humiliation. Livia Harper built Theo Whitford’s dying company into a billion-dollar empire while carrying his child in secret. On their second anniversary, in front of two hundred cameras, Theo introduced his college sweetheart as “the woman I’ve always loved” and kissed her like Livia never existed. Twenty-four hours later Livia is Mrs. Alexander Kane (the most ruthless billionaire in America and Theo’s oldest enemy). The contract is simple: one year of fake marriage, seventy-five million dollars, and the total annihilation of Theo Whitford’s life. Rules: No feelings. The baby stays a secret. When the year ends, she disappears forever. But contracts weren’t

Han promised before hanging up. “The good news?” Han said, turning back to Damon and Tobias. “Amelia is trained for combat. She took down four guards. Who knows what else she did. This was the best thing you did for her, Damon told him. Meanwhile in Peru… Amelia stepped onto the balcony; the guard trailed her like a shadow. She spun around, disarmed him in one swift motion, and knocked him out cold with the butt of his own gun. Liam emerged from the room, grinning like he’d just won a prize. She aimed the gun at him, then lowered it with a scoff. “Tell your goons to back off. Where the hell am I going to go? It’s not like I can sprout wings.”

Xavier said in agreement. “We have to find out if saving Kira would be of more loss than remaining his enemy” Blake advised. “You are right we...” Xavier’s words were cut off and all discussions paused as Amelia walked in. She was in a very dashing blue strapless dress which trailed behind her, a deep slit to the side and very high sparkling black heels. Her neck was adorned with a heavy and pretty sea coloured choker, her hair fell down her shoulders in curly full waves and her lips were painted red.

Amelia stood in front of her bedroom mirror, carefully adjusting the collar of her blouse. She took a deep breath, feeling nervousness and excitement bubbling within her. Tonight was the evening she would be heading to Ethan Sterling's mansion, based on his invitation. Sarah, her ever-supportive friend, had helped Amelia choose an outfit that struck a balance between elegance and comfort. She wore a knee-length navy blue dress that accentuated her figure without being too formal. She paired it with a simple silver necklace and earrings, completing the ensemble with a pair of comfortable yet stylish heels.

"I understand. And I didn't try to run away." "You better," Heather said and walked off. "Phew! She can be a little intense at times. And a little scary too," Amelia said, watching her retreating back. "Yeah. Amelia, thanks for saving me." I turned to her with grateful eyes. She shrugged. "No big deal, bestie." Amelia seemed like a cheerful woman, always happy. She had short brunette hair with hypnotizing blue eyes, so captivating and gorgeous. She was a lot taller than Heather and I. I think she was the tallest woman I'd met here.

Amy said with her hands clasped together, her eyes were shining while looking at Amelia. Amelia had her long curly brown hair braided and tied in a half knot with small flowers attached to the braid. The dress that she chose showed her prominent collarbones and subtly revealed her evident curves. She wore dainty accessories that complimented the dress and on her left finger was the ring that Damian gave her. Because she already had a natural beauty, she only wore light makeup. Truly, Amelia looked like a fairy who descended on the human realm. "Madam Lia! You're really beautiful! Just like a princess!" Maisy commented loudly.

I asked her, feeling concerned because I didn't want anything happening to her when she went to her mother's. Amelia nodded her head, "yes, I'll be fine. I guess it's time..." she cleared her throat, "I guess it's time that I finally try to mend our relationship. She's not a bad person, she just made a lot of bad decisions," Amelia tucked her yellow hair behind her ears. She was so young, looking at her now I realise that she’s a child- literally. Amelia is only 16 years old and it breaks my heart to know that she had witnessed what had happened last night.

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.