Amelia Hart Novels & Stories

Starr continued, “No, Topher had never said a single thing about you to me Miss. Not once has he spoken about you, or said your name even. I didn’t get to know about you or how you are related to Topher till Amber told me you came around. I am not exactly a TV person, so I definitely didn’t know you from there. Emma scoffed before she released her arms that were crossed around her chest, adjusting herself so she was looking Starr in her eyes. But seeing as Starr didn’t budge and was up from the trial, she chuckled and looked away. “You lie so well Starr-” Starr didn’t let her finish her sentence before she cut her off, “It is Miss Hart to you.” Emma scoffed again. “You lie so well Miss Hart,

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.

Hard and daring. Amelia.

Amelia had learned from the best. “What did you do?” he asked quietly. Amelia’s eyes gleamed. “I didn’t go to the police.” “Good.” “I sent someone else.” Maxwell’s jaw tightened. “Who?” She leaned closer, whispering. “Anita.” Maxwell blinked. “The same Anita who exposed him?” “Yes.” Maxwell almost laughed. “She hates him.” “Exactly.” Amelia stepped back as the guard signaled time was up. “You have six hours,” she said softly. “So does he.”

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.

Calculated. I clicked the video. "Amelia Hart isn't the victim she pretends to be." Marcus leans back in his chair. "She fed me information during the Crane investigation. Worked with Lydia to manipulate Daniel Sterling. She's a con artist." The interviewer leans forward. "You're saying she was working with Lydia Crane?" "Absolutely. They orchestrated everything together. The divorce, the reconciliation, all of it." Marcus smiles. "She's just better at playing innocent." The video ends. I can't breathe.

“Amelia? It’s late. What’s going on?” Amelia took a deep breath, her voice slurring slightly from the whiskey. “Carl... I need your help.” There was a pause on the other end of the line, and she could hear him sigh. “Amelia, are you drunk?” “Does it matter?” she snapped, her anger rising again. “I have a plan. A way to get rid of her, Elena.” Carl’s tone became more cautious. “What are you talking about?” Amelia leaned back in her chair, a twisted smile forming on her lips. “Damien is too blinded by love to see what’s right in front of him. But I’m not. Elena is hiding something and I can feel it. And I’m going to find out what it is.”

I had completely forgotten. "I'm sorr-" He cut me off by walking faster to the dining table. That was when I noticed another presence in the room. A female one with a sceptical and bored look about her as she watched us approach the table - Scratch that ,she watched ME approach the table- She was already seated and helping herself to a plate of macarons. "Amelia?" Alexander intoned threateningly and I lost a heartbeat in astonishment.This was Amelia Carrington. The world's number 1 top fashion model .The stuff of every teenager's dream.