Amelia Hart Novels & Stories

She was tall, with soft, dyed blonde waves cascading past her shoulders, wide grey eyes, and a shy, dimpled smile. She wore a pale lavender sundress and white sneakers, clutching a small tablet to her chest. "Hi," she said softly. "I'm Amelia. The baby of the family." She gave Harper a small wave. "It's really nice to meet you, Harper. I've... heard a lot about you." Harper managed a nod, still reeling. Amelia's smile was genuine and a little nervous. She looked like she might apologize for existing if someone asked her to.

Amelia didn’t sleep after the messages or after the photographs. She definitely couldn’t Not after learning the name. Olivia Hartwell. The name echoed through her mind over and over again.The woman from the scratched-out photograph or the woman whose grave Alexander visited in secret. The woman Sophia claimed he couldn’t save.By three in the morning, Amelia was still staring at the ceiling thinking and questioning trying to connect pieces that refused to fit to fit together. Eventually exhaustion won but it was only for a few hours.

The Contracted Bride The sound of the pen scratching across the paper felt louder than it should’ve been, like a storm ripping through silence. Amelia’s hand trembled as she signed her name on the dotted line at the bottom of the blue document. Amelia Grace Hart. That signature marked the beginning of something she never imagined—not in her wildest nightmares. Not even when she had lain awake at night, wondering how much worse things could get. She was no longer just a desperate sister or a broken daughter. She had just signed her soul away to the coldest man she’d ever met.

"I told you, didn't I? I told you to trust me. I know my brother better than anyone else. He may appear to be strong-hearted, but deep inside him, he is a sweet and considerate person. Trust me" "I can not believe he bought all that you told him even though they were the truth" "Exactly! We didn't tell any lies" Amelia wore a white shirt and a black T-shirt. She is a very pretty young lady with a bright smile. Her furrowed brows are all curled up which always makes her look better.

Amelia’s overly sweet voice filled the room as she stepped inside, her grin wide and confident. “My personal assistant didn’t inform me you were coming.” My voice was steady, measured. “Because I’m your wife-to-be, and he doesn’t need to.” Amelia’s response was quick, laced with that irritating self-assurance that grated on my nerves. I sighed, forcing myself to remain composed. “And who is behind you?” A woman stepped forward, offering a polite but professional nod. “Good afternoon, Mr. Preston. I’m Lydia Hart, the wedding planner.” Amelia, knowing I wouldn't bother coming to the venue she had reserved to meet the wedding planner, decided to take matters into her own hands. If I refused to

The day she finds her mate. The pack had always made Amelia feel like an outsider. Her half-sister, Caroline, was the golden child, the favored daughter of Alpha Miller and Luna Hannah. Amelia, the product of a short, regretted relationship before her father had met Luna Hannah, had never belonged. Her father seldom spoke to her, and Luna Hannah treated her with thinly veiled disdain. The rest of the pack followed suit, making sure Amelia knew she was only tolerated and never loved. The idea of finding a mate had been Amelia's hope, her one wish. Perhaps he could see her and understand her-even love her. Maybe this was the one to break chains binding her in loneliness since childhood.

However, it was as though a dam was broken, and even her displeased expression wasn’t enough to stem their comments. "He’s really in love!" "I can’t believe my eyes..." "Miss Amelia is so lucky..." After all, they could also tell where the tide was flowing. Not only was Amelia a Hawthorne heiress just like Emmeline, but she had proven that she had the capabilities to be a proper socialite, and she already held Matteo Montgomery’s icy heart in the palm of her hands.

Amelia didn’t respond to her immediately. Instead, she walked calmly toward Adrian. “I’m sorry for the sudden intrusion,” she said politely. Adrian looked between her, Charles, and the officers. “Amelia… what exactly is going on?” George nodded in agreement. “Yes, madam, we would like an explanation.” Amelia sighed softly. “Actually, that is exactly why I’m here.” She turned and briefly looked at Shantel, whose face was already burning with anger. “This woman,” Amelia continued calmly, “is Shantel Moore.”