Amelia Hart Novels & Stories

At the same time, inside the Carter Group headquarters, Daniel returned to Ethan’s office carrying a tablet. “I’ve already started the investigation,” he said. Ethan looked up from his desk. “That was fast.” “Miss Hart kept a relatively low profile over the past five years,” Daniel explained. “But I managed to find some initial information.” He placed the tablet on Ethan’s desk. Ethan began reading. Amelia Hart had moved to the city four years and eight months ago. She worked several small jobs before joining her current company two years earlier. There was no record of a husband. No partner.

Rory’s finger hovered over the wiki link, wondering if he was ready to go down the rabbit hole of his brother’s girlfriend. But curiosity killed the cat, and satisfaction brought it back, so he clicked on it. Amelia was a model, a very stunning model. She had a curvy figure, and she was just as tall as Harvey, not taller, but she reached his shoulders from the pictures he saw of them—though she was on heels. Without them, she was still tall. She had high cheekbones, which were just right with her angular face and sharp jawlines. She had long, always dyed hair in blonde and any other color. Defined brows, full lips, and perfectly contoured makeup.

Six years ago, Isla Winters was nobody, a shy, invisible wife unloved by the billionaire who married her out of obligation. Jaxon Romano destroyed her with his cruelty, threw her away while she carried his twins, and never looked back. Now, Dr. Isla Vale is everyone, a tech CEO and a genius. When she walks into Jaxon's failing company as his last hope for salvation, he doesn't recognize the broken girl he once called wife. But Isla recognizes him. And she's not here to save him. She's here to destroy him. What Jaxon doesn't know: the brilliant woman dismantling his empire is the ghost of his biggest mistake. What Isla doesn't know: revenge and love are two sides of the same burning c

She decides it's a good idea, she finishes the water and grabs more then goes into her room to undress to join her Dad in the sauna. She grabs a towel and wraps it around her nubile body. Amelia is a college freshman at the nearby university, fortunately, she had excellent grades through high school and received a full scholarship. She is 19 and very fit having been a swimmer for the school and every chance she had growing up. She has straight Black hair to her shoulders, a smooth caramel skin tone with deep brown eyes thanks to her Latina mother.

”# A grim smile tugged at the corner of Amelia’s lips. “She thinks she’s won,” she whispered. Amelia stepped out of the shower Minutes later, she stood in front of the mirror, dressed in a sharp black suit that cut like a blade. Her hair was tied back neatly in a tight knot, every strand in place. She decided to apply red lipstick for perfect finishing of her outfit. She was done being silent. Katherina had gone too far. Flashing her pregnancy like a prize. Twisting Damien around her finger. Trapping Amelia in front of everyone like the past still belonged to her.

He could no longer tolerate it. "Amelia had the highest level of medical skill in all of LA. I truly don’t understand why some people keep insisting she’s just a vocational school student. Perhaps your student has been away from LA for too long—so long that she’s gotten dizzy from all the flattery in New York and forgotten who’s who." Mia had originally wanted to stay hidden, sensing that the situation wasn’t going in her favor. But now that Mr. Hart had called her out directly, her face turned red, then white.

“You used to be more charming.” Daniel leaned forward, his jaw tightening. “Speak.” Amelia sighed dramatically. “Fine, fine. I’ll get to the point.” She perched on the edge of a chair, crossing her legs elegantly. “I didn’t expect you to be attacked so suddenly,” she mused, playing with one of the rings on her fingers. “I mean, The Carter Empire is the mightiest of them all, isn’t it? You definitely made a speech years back about being untouchable?”

“Hey, isn't this our bride, how come you're here all alone by yourself? Her mocking voice echoed through the garden. She looked at Amelia and laughed so hard, “I thought you were so desperate to marry Alex, to be among the Hall’s family, but now it seems like you are having a bad time with Alex. After three years of marriage, the chickens should be flocked, but you can't even lay an egg. No wonder Alex didn't agree to come back with you. Oh poor thing! If I were you I'd have packed my things and disappeared!” Alex's Aunt, Grandpa Brian Hall’s youngest daughter, Ava Hall. She was abducted as a child, and grew up in the countryside for many years. Even after she returned home, her surliness re