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I pushed down the dark thoughts that told me to march over to her and kiss her senseless to show everyone who she belonged to. I looked at her again, from head to toe and that’s when I saw it, her necklace had the mark of the American Mafia, that only the main family wore, and if that didn’t prove my suspicions right the man next to her did, he had the same golden hair as his father and the same eyes as his sister except where as his sister’s eyes were stunning, his eyes were cold and calculating. But I knew the minute I saw her that I had found my queen, now all I needed to do was wait and build a kingdom worthy of her.

Amelia shook the glass in her hand, rotating the champagne on it. She smirked and took both the bottle and glass to the restroom. She emptied them and washed them vigorously. She then dumped them in the trash can in her room. Amelia sighed and walked to her wardrobe. Instead of bringing out a dress, she brought two large plastic bags, which would be used in wrapping their bodies up. She walked to the bed and dropped the plastic bags, she left the room and went to call her maid. Her maid was her accomplice.

Despite the turmoil brewing within Allison upon seeing Camila, the girl who had snatched Ethan away from her at the Bar, she managed to conceal her anger, ensuring it didn't manifest on her face during their heartfelt hug. After their warm embrace, Allison couldn't contain her curiosity any longer and inquired about the identity of the girl Amelia had arrived with. With a gentle smile, Amelia replied, "Oh, that's Camila Wright, the daughter of Albert Wright, the renowned owner of WRT Entertainment." A mixture of emotions rippled across Allison's face. Anger surged within her, fueled by the knowledge that Camila hailed from a privileged background as well. She knew all too well that the Whitl

she added before moving away from Caleb and leaving. She went inside the empty restroom and relieved herself. She felt a little dizzy but still quite clearheaded. "Enjoying nightlife while spending your parents' money, a typical rich kid" a hard tone interrupted her thoughts while washing her hands. Looking up at the mirror, she saw the reflection of the man leaning against the door with such contempt and sarcasm on his face. "Nice to see you Mr. Vasili Wright" she casually greeted, choosing to ignore his snide remarks. "For a very young girl like you owning a black card and all luxuries laid on your feet is quite a luck or a birthright, don't you think Miss Amelia? Do your parents know what

This chapter focuses on Conor's brother Aiden and his Secret Lover Elena. After escaping her abusing fiance during the wedding plans Elena applies for a job with the Dirty J. band on their tour in hopes of escaping her past lover and the abuses. during her time with the band she falls in love with Aiden one of the band members and conors brother. Will she be able to escape the past and hide it or will Aiden find out? ELENA The Deep South—right now, it was all rolling green fields, cowboy boots, and barbecue. A million miles away from the bustling streets of Upper Arizon that I had lived in my whole life. The numerous state parks, the lakes, the mountains—they were all alien to me.

Richie’s mom says "Huh!" Did she just say move in? "I don’t think she’s here to stay Amelia." Emily opens a bottle of wine and pours it into a glass. "She’s wearing his shorts, I am pretty sure she’s just here because they hooked up last night." She takes a sip and looks at me "Isn’t that right Rachel." She throws me a small fake smile God! I hate this lady already

they shook hands across the table. "What would you like me to help you with darling?" "A man." "A man?" "Yes, a very rich man. Does that surprise you?" "Very few things surprise me anymore. But usually, my clients asked for riches, unimaginable riches. Do tell me about this man." Amelia started from the beginning with the history of her and Nicholas, forgetting to mention that Grace met him first. "...until that hag trapped him with a child. But I want him back." She took a sip from her water. "Do you think you can help me?"

Amelia made an ok sign with her hand and mouthed to Ethan, “Ok.” Without wasting any more time, she pranced to the table and grabbed a plate. ‘I’ll get the chicken, oh and the fish, oh nice… I want this… potato wedges. Yummy.’ She said in her mind. Her eyes landed on the cake and she salivated. She wanted cake too… After getting a mountain of food she decided to sit somewhere and eat first before she embarrassed Ethan. Whilst munching on her food, she saw Christopher Stevens walking in her direction. He was one of her best friend Rita Jones’ husband. Even though he was born from a poor family, he had worked so hard that he became the second richest man in the world.

"You've done a lot for me." "You deserve more, honey. Now, I just want my mate to wear beautiful clothes every day and walk out elegantly in front of everyone." He took out a black card and handed it to Amelia, said playfully. "Oh, by the way, just in case you want to save money, let me tell you in advance that your mate is rich, rich beyond your imagination." Alex stroked Amelia's hair gently. "So, just have fun, okay?" Amelia nodded with a smile and turned to ask. "What about you? What are you going to do next?"

Because, deep down, the Mafia is nothing but business seasoned with a little fire and blood. But for now, all I could do was wait for my "signal" to enter the field. And he appeared in a beautiful emerald silk dress and shoes of the purest leather. Amelia manages to surprise more and more in her looks, possibly gifts from the man she claims to have an affair with. And if she could make him fall hopelessly in love with her, this man could easily buy the whole of Paris for Amelia. So why does she still prefer hidden ways to get more money?