Amira West Leaked Novels & Stories

‘Shall I tell Sheikh Abdullah you wish to remain in your tent tonight? Conflicted, Amira turned back to Leila. ‘I don’t—’ She stopped, and took a breath. She was being a coward, hiding in her tent. She needed to face her fears. Face Abdullah. If she learned just what his side of the story was, she’d be able to make a more informed decision about her future. She’d know all the facts. Know her enemy, even if he didn’t feel like her enemy anymore. ‘You may tell Abdullah I’ll eat with him,’ Amira said. ‘Thank you, Leila.’ She glanced down at the dress, an ache of longing rising in her. It was such a lovely gown. ‘And you may leave the dress.’

She walked to her daughter. "Oh, baby," Aria whispered. She pulled Emma into her arms. Emma collapsed against her, sobbing into her silk blouse. "I hate it," Emma wept. "I hate being a West. I hate that everyone knows our secrets. I hate that they can just... G****e us and find the worst day of your life." Aria held her tight. She looked at Noah over Emma’s head. They had thought the past was buried. They had thought the books and the documentaries and the interviews had closed the chapter.

Because he was right - and I didn’t know how to stop doing both. By morning, the decision would no longer be mine. A leak would hit the news - one that tied Amara Blake’s name directly to Laurent Holdings. And by the time I reached her room again, it would already be empty. Only the faint scent of coffee and lavender lingered in the air - and a note, folded neatly on the bed: You were right about one thing. Truth hurts.

LIAM As soon as I left Felix, my irritation still pulsing beneath the surface, I gave him a clear directive: "Dig into this 'Queen of the West.' I want to know everything by morning." This day kept getting better and better, with more mysterious women throwing themselves in my path. This Queen of the West woman, whoever she was, sounded more like a joke and a waste of time, and I had a feeling the stunt she pulled back in the game room wouldn't be her last.

“Jesus Christ, Amira!” Her father’s roar filled the Westwood study, slamming against the wood-paneled walls. He stood by the window, his phone clutched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. That night, the world had already decided who Amira Westwood was. WESTWOOD HEIRESS STORMS OUT OF BRUNCH BILLIONAIRE’S DAUGHTER MELTDOWN AMID INVESTIGATION TROUBLE IN PARADISE? AMIRA WESTWOOD & DARREN COLE DRAMA EXPLODES

he asked, followed by a devilish smile until it turned into a burst of dramatic laughter. O N T H E O T H E R H A N D S, After changing clothes in the hotel's locker room, Ameira quickly walked away from the hotel. She needs to find a new job again and replace the name Shane Rivara as it used to. She was about to exit the hotel when she saw scattered police and reporters. She intruded on the people who were talking because of the incident. Someone suddenly hit her shoulder, causing her to stop. She looked at who it was but she couldn't see it in the crowd.

Each wave felt like a quiet promise. I am still here. That evening, her phone buzzed again—this time with a notification. BREAKING: Evidence Emerges in Contract Marriage Leak — Insider Named Her breath caught. Back in the city, Amara stared at her screen in disbelief as her name trended for all the wrong reasons. “No,” she whispered. “This isn’t happening.” Investigators had traced the leak. Emails. Transfers. Motives. The truth was surfacing. And for the first time since leaving, Aaliyah felt something she hadn’t expected.

“Is management around?” “Ah, do you wish to see her?” The cashier asked and Amara nodded. “One moment, please seat here while I go get her.” “Thank you.” Taking her seat, Amara waited for the manager to come back a little while later. “Hello,” The lady looked to be the same age as Amara, spotting a black hair and doe green eyes. “You requested to see me? Is there an issue?" Amara stood up. “Yes. A video from one of your VIP rooms was leaked, could you perhaps assist me with finding out how that happened?”

“But I found something. A hidden account. It’s tied to the livestream. To you. To me.” He heard Jade inhale sharply. “Send it. Now.” He did. They stayed on the line as Jade scrolled, her breathing getting faster with every second. “This… this is sick,” she whispered. “Why would someone do this?” “That’s the thing,” Amir said. “I don’t think it’s just someone. I think Lila knew about this account.” “What?” “The first post was two weeks ago. Before she went missing. And the wording—it sounds like her. Like something she’d say.”