Dirty Rich Amelia Wilde Novelas e Histórias

Hard and daring. Amelia.

She smiled up at him, and he looked down at her with that soft, loving gaze I thought was only meant for me. My stomach twisted painfully, and tears blurred my vision instantly. I gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white. This wasn't happening. Not my Victor. Not the man who said he loved me, and certainly not the man I had sacrificed everything for. Everyone knew who Amelia was, the millionaire Richard Hart's spoiled daughter and Chief Director at West Group Company. She was rich, beautiful, and from a completely different world. A world of luxury and power. The reason why she was working for West Group and not her own daddy's company was still a mystery. Rumours

But he didn't try to stop us which meant he didn't. I'd thank Gigi a thousand times after tonight. She'd worked absolute magic. Because there was no way Matthew could look at the woman walking beside Grey Brentwood and see his wife. The Amelia he knew would've never had the courage to dress like this.

The city lights glittered like fireflies below Adrian Blackwood’s penthouse as Lola stepped in to finalize their rehearsal per Adrian’s request, the soft hum of the elevators fading behind her. She carried a bottle of red wine, knowing full well it was probably the most reckless decision she’d made since agreeing to this fake engagement. Adrian was already there, casually leaning against the kitchen counter, sleeves rolled up, his tie loosened just enough to suggest he didn’t care, but somehow, everything about him screamed control.

Her heartbeat quickened. “This face… it feels familiar.” She leaned closer to the mirror, studying every detail. The eyes. The nose. The lips. “I’ve seen this face before,” she whispered. Her mind raced, memories colliding— And then it hit her. “No…” Her eyes widened in horror. “This is the villain from that novel.” Her heart pounded violently. “The Dirty Mafia…” Her breath caught. “And this girl…” Her voice trembled. “Rose Whitmore.” Her knees nearly gave out.

The way she does when she has decided the moment has finally arrived for something she has been holding for a while. “Amelia.” Her voice drops into that careful, almost gentle register, the one that is always worse than when she is just cold. “I am going to say something honest because I think you need it more than you need comfort right now.” A pause that she controls completely. “You are a lovely woman. Truly. You dress beautifully, you keep a spotless home, you cook better than most women I know.” Her eyes drift to the table and then back to me. “But lovely is not what keeps a man. Not a man like Damien. Five years of marriage and no child. Not once, not even close.” She tilts her head. “

⸻ The house shows up at the end of the street and for a second I think I got the address wrong, but no, it’s not a mistake, it just doesn’t look like a house, it’s a damn mansion, huge, lit up, music blasting from everywhere, cars lined up as far as you can see and people going in and out like it’s a club. And of course, it makes sense. Mateo Carter isn’t just ridiculously attractive… he’s ridiculously rich too. “Wow…” Sofi mutters as she gets out of the car, “this is another level.” I don’t answer. I just close the door and follow her. Inside, everything is noise, laughter, bodies moving to the music, people clearly already more than just “buzzed.” Sofi doesn’t waste time, she pulls me towa

was it really just to hit the Hayes family hard? Rich people weren't stupid. When Amelia came out like that, everything that hadn't made sense before suddenly did. And they also realized one thing, what she had to do was almost done, so it didn't really matter whether they knew who she was or not. Or maybe she just wasn't afraid to let them see, because they would never get the chance to tell anyone! The rich guys who thought of this all turned pale. Amelia stood there lazily, lifted her chin a bit, and said in a calm voice, "Whatever you're doing, you all can hurry up, or there might not be enough time."

Matilda said a little above a whisper as she was seated on her bed she couldn't sit at a place anymore because she was too nervous and scared about how it would go because she didn't want to feel she has come a long way after the death of her sister this is the golden opportunity she doesn't want to miss. Amelia was still waiting for her super bad boy to do exactly what he promised he was going to do and she already paid him half, but she hasn't heard anything from him since then nor has she heard about Shirley being kidnapped. This made her wonder if he only took her money without performing his duty.

“You truly believe he loves you?! Girl… he feels sorry for you. You really think someone like…you, would be taken seriously by him? A billionaire and CEO of the biggest bank in this country?!” Every single word Amelia spat out pierced Melinda’s soul as tears kept flowing down her cheeks, her gaze locked on Amelia. Amelia wasn't finished, she drew closer to Melinda, and with her voice leaking with contempt, she spat, “Ask him for the picture of his late wife, Jessica. Sis…you don't come close! He has a type and you're at the very bottom! Once he’s done with you, he’ll spit you out like the trash you are!”