Amelia Vuelve A Mi Novels & Stories

Amelia took the money from his wallet and said happily, "It's not bad to be raised by a man. I enjoy it very much." "You need to pay me back!!!" Michael growled. Amelia waved the money in her hand. "After I come home, I will return the principal and interest to you. I have to say at last, congratulations. You have split up." Amelia walked out of Michael's office. She put the money in her pocket and mumbled with a smile, "If I don't come home, I don't need to return the money to you." "Here are drinks, food and money. Also, Michael is here. Why should I come home?"

Amelia's POV. Someone's hand fisted in my hair and my head snapped to the back. Pain shot through my scalp and I gasped. “Please….. let me go” I pleaded, my voice filled with desperation. Tears blurred my vision, falling from the corner of my eyes. Why me? They dragged me back to where I was before I ran, my body scraping against the floor. “Where do you think you are going, pretty?” They asked. “Please…..” My voice cracked. “Just let me go”

“Not from the looks of things. Have you seen how cozy they are? They practically live together at the Noir Flame. If I were you, I wouldn’t take the Luna’s word for it. Be proactive.” Amelia pauses, then her tone hardens. “Well, you have a point. I will visit to remind her just who I am. And if she happens to get hurt… then it was her mistake.” She laughs wickedly. “Atta girl,” I tell her, satisfied. “That’s the spirit. Got to run.” “Okay then, bye Geena. See you at the club.” I hang up with a satisfied smile. Let’s see how long you can hide there, Aaliyah. My driver parks in front, and the butler hurries to open my door.

Her heart skipped a beat as she lay down, closing her eyes to sleep. She didn’t know whether she did the right thing by coming back, but she just couldn’t leave him behind. In fact, she couldn’t even go through the security check-in and returned where her heart belonged. She didn’t know what the future held for her, but at least she could help him out as he had wanted her to. After all, it was just a matter of one month. Lost in her dreams of the sinful man in the next room, Amelia stirred, feeling a light touch on her cheek. “Five minutes, Mom,” she whispered, unable to open her eyes. Matteo was just about to kiss her in her dreams, and she couldn’t afford to abandon it.

'I wonder if I were like this too" she thought as she took a sip from the tea. Amelia looks down as she sighed. All of a sudden she suddenly wanted to see Damian. She bit the cookie with sadness in her eyes. The door of the main door suddenly opens and Damian walks in. He had come back to retrieve his phone and also to see Amelia. Damian had wanted to see his fiancee from the moment he stepped foot in his company lobby. He finally had the reason to go home when he forgot his phone. Haris had tried to stop him, saying that he will be the one to get the phone but Damian already left the company. Damian happily walks to his mansion with a small smile on his lips.

"You saved Cassius, the Elven King. You brought his people home and forged an alliance that has been broken for centuries. They join this fight because of you. You are not the girl you were." A wry, humorless smile touched my lips. "It only took dying to get me there." For the first time, I saw Amelia's composure truly break. Her eyes widened, and a short, surprised laugh escaped her lips. "Well," she said, shaking her head with a fond smile. "I suppose that is one way to look at it." "Amelia," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "Thank you." "Always," she returned softly. "There is one more complication. Kaelen is back."

) "Spoilsport." Amelia grinned, her chest filling with warmth and love. "You love me, anyway." Alex sobered slightly. "That I do, Amelia. More than I've ever loved anyone." Amelia filed that magical moment into her memories for those dark and heavy days when she questioned her decision to come back to life. /

“Amelia I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I didn't know you were still alive. I admit that I fell in love with Leo, but I never wanted you dead. Believe me, I had no idea he did that if I had known I would have stopped him.” Amelia sneered and curled her lips. “Stop him? How would you stop him? Your way of stopping him was to take advantage of your dead friend's position, seduce her husband, turn a blind eye to all the rumors online, and even add fuel to the fire. Is that how you would stop him?” “Stop pretending to be righteous, I don't care and I won't be fooled again.” Amelia declared. “I came here today to officially inform you that I Amelia, am back.”

Amelia kept the words locked up tight. Andres was her heart, though she couldn’t quite figure out why. He meant more to her than Thiago ever had. His love felt real, solid, and she’d gone and wrecked it by messing around with Alessandro. Her phone stayed silent; she couldn’t face him. Bella handed her a cup. “Amelia, Venice tomorrow for the festival. We’ve got two nannies lined up. Time for you to loosen up and figure out what you really want.”

I want proof. The response came immediately, even at this late hour: Rebecca: Already on it. I’ll have a preliminary report by morning. Amelia set down her phone and stared at the ceiling. If Gabriella wanted a war, she’d get one. But Amelia Stone-Favino didn’t lose wars. She closed her eyes, Alejandro’s face swimming behind her eyelids. Despite everything—despite the anger and the betrayal and the hurt. “I still love you,” she whispered to the darkness. “And I hate myself for it.”