Amelia Zadro Novels & Stories

Some said she vanished following her treachery. Others pledged she never departed; rather, she was buried alive inside his kingdom. But the truth? Celina was present here. And she was searching for me. --------- **Amelia’s POV** She step in. Not rushing. Not timid. She traveled as though she owned the walls. Celina. She was not tall, but her presence dominated the room. Red lipstick, black boots, long legs. Though her makeup was strong, it couldn’t conceal the craziness dancing in her eyes.

She knew he would actually do what he just told. They mingled with the elite, eyes scanning the crowd for any signs of 'Cleo'.​ As they sipped champagne, a woman caught Amelia's eye. She was poised, her gaze sharp, and she seemed to be observing the room with keen interest.​ "​Adrian, over there," Amelia whispered.​ Adrian followed her gaze, his eyes narrowing. "​Let's find out who she is."​ They approached the woman, engaging her in conversation. She introduced herself as Elena, a philanthropist with ties to several influential organizations.​

“Distracted? Stephanie, you make it sound like I’m…what, throwing my life away? Amelia and I, we have our own pace.” “Your own pace? She’s practically begging for a commitment! I swear, Zachary, sometimes it’s like you’re living in another world,” I replied, my voice dripping with frustration. “Amelia is precisely the kind of woman you need if you want to rise in this world. She’s ambitious, smart, and she would do anything for you—don’t tell me you don’t see that.”

Amelia stood in place, her gaze sweeping over the room before landing on Diana and Leah. She raised an eyebrow slightly, then walked over and sat down in front of Diana. Her two assistants immediately followed, offering her water. Leaning back in her chair, Amelia's gaze floated lightly over Diana, and she suddenly spoke. "Aren't you that 'Z'? Joining the entertainment industry too?" Amelia's voice was soft, but her tone carried a hint of disdain. Diana was puzzled. "Do you know me?" "Is it strange that I know you?" Amelia replied indifferently.

A new one. ******** Wearing an elegant green dress combined with white flowers, and a purse in her hands, Amelia arrived with a smile on her face. No matter what it would take, Amelia was going to get closer to her son before he knew the truth about who she really was. On the bench, she saw Zein alone. It was going to be a good day. “Mr. Valladolid?” Zein raised his head, and as soon as he saw her in that pretty dress, he felt like getting back to those days where Erika was alive and by his side.

“Zara... I found something strange.” Zara raised a brow. “Define strange.” Aria’s expression sobered. “I found a photograph. It was hidden in Elena's room. Damian’s sister.” “The one who’s... gone?” Aria nodded slowly. “And behind her in the photo was Amelia.” Zara’s mouth dropped. “Wait. Your cousin Amelia?”

It's Amelia, her eyes wide with fear from the scene before her. I barely spared her a glance, I had perceived her scent but thought Ophelia would keep her away. I place the plier on one of his nails, pulling it out, Griffin's scream fills the room. "You fucking asshole," Griffin curses under his breath. Amelia rushes forward, trying to separate us but Enzo grabs her by the arm. "Let go of me," she yells at Enzo trying to break free from his grasp but Enzo doesn't bulge. She turns to face me, "Stop this, Atlas!" she pleads, tears streaming down her face. "He knows something about my mother, you can't kill him."

Zoya Amelia is already inside the barn when I walk inside, milking that black and white cow called Wanda while sitting on a chair. She is wearing an oversized Adidas hoodie over a pair of jeans—it's probably Ryan's, judging from how she is swimming in it. Strangely enough, she looks cute in his clothes, but the scars on her cheeks got sudden guilt piercing my heart. Awkward. I'm about to turn around from where I came from, but Amelia stands up, and I grimace as the silence unfolds. Her eyes flicker with surprise once she notices me, and I awkwardly wave at her, hoping she won't send Ryan to kill my ass.

Not one of them knew how much she had sacrificed for Damian. The sleepless nights. The abandoned scholarship abroad. The endless loneliness inside their mansion. Amelia swallowed quietly and stepped closer to the VIP section. Then she froze. Her breath caught painfully in her throat. Standing beside Damian was a woman dressed in red satin, her hand lightly resting on his arm as she laughed softly at something he said. Vanessa Cole. The daughter of one of Vale Corporation’s investors. But Amelia barely noticed Vanessa’s face. Because around her neck— Was the diamond necklace Damian had personally placed around Amelia’s neck on their third wedding anniversary.

Helena’s expression suggested she knew there was a problem and simply did not have the patience to deal with it. “Good,” she said, and the lesson dragged on until I was more than ready to leave. “You know, you wouldn’t have wanted me as your enemy.” “Why would you even think that you were valuable enough to be my enemy?” I asked, raising an eyebrow making her frown. As the other girls gathered their things, Helena called my name. The room fell silent. “The Alpha has called for you tonight,” she said, and my stomach dropped. “And he wants you ready,” she added.