Dirty Rich Amelia Wilde Novelas e Histórias

Amelia gasped dramatically. “Lara.” “What?” I rolled my eyes while almost laughing. “Did you find yourself a rich man?” I choked slightly. “There is no rich man.” “Lara.” She pointed at me accusingly. “You disappeared for weeks and came back dressed like the CEO’s secret wife.” I chocked on my saliva this time. That should not have affected me emotionally as much as it did. I looked away immediately. Amelia froze. Then slowly— “WAIT.” “No.” “There IS a rich man.”

Amelia mused. It never was, to be fair. It had been announced by Matteo himself, but with Emmeline pulling the strings in the background, the status of their engagement was overshadowed by Emmeline’s insistence of theirs. Now that Amelia’s identity was revealed to be the Hawthorne heiress, she was a perfect fit for Matteo― or as Lady Vanity dubbed, a ’perfect Cinderella story’. Then her phone rang. It was Horace Hawthorne, her newly found grandfather. Amelia picked up the call.

“You’ve been too busy to notice.” “I noticed.” Silence again. Finally, after a long breath, Amelia said. “I have a boyfriend.” Alyssa blinked. “Since when?” “A few months. I didn’t tell you because… I knew what you’d say.” “What would I say?” Amelia glanced up, her eyes already glassy. “That I’m being stupid. That I deserve better.” Alyssa’s brows furrowed. “Why would I say that?” “Because he’s a gambler.” Amelia’s voice cracked on the last word. “He’s… from a wealthy family. Was. They lost everything. fraud, bankruptcy, whatever, and now he’s just… surviving. Or trying to.”

"Amelia. I met someone." Amelia raised an eyebrow. "Someone?" "A man. At the club. We danced. We talked. We..." She trailed off, blushing. "You didn't." "We did." Amelia set down her coffee. "Valentina! You slept with a stranger?" "I know! I know! It's crazy." Valentina buried her face in her hands. "But he's not a stranger. Not really. His name is Richard. Richard Sterling. He's in finance. He's adopted. He's kind. And funny. And so handsome, Amelia, you wouldn't believe—"

I watched the chaos on the muted television screen—news vans outside the D’Aramitz townhouse, reporters shouting questions at stony-faced lawyers. I saw a clip of Elira. She was leaving what looked like a charity event from the night before, ambushed by cameras. Her perfect, icy composure was shattered. Her eyes were wide, panicked, her mouth a thin, furious line as a bodyguard shoved a microphone away. The caption read: Heiress Elira D’Aramitz, named in the conspiracy allegations, refuses comment. There was no satisfaction in seeing her unravel. Only a cold, sickening understanding. This was the true face of Ronan’s world. Not just glamorous parties and whispered deals, but this—total, utte

Don't be cheeky, there are billionaires everywhere. " " But you aren't one, are you? " He countered with a silly grin. " Ouch, that's a huge blow. " Amelia face-palmed herself. She placed her hands on her hips, " Just so you know, my dad is not poor either. " Ryan surrendered, " Fine fine, rich dad's daughter. Now go change into another breathtaking dress. " She shook her head stubbornly, " Say please. " Ryan sighed, " Please, babe. " She blushed, thinking he sounded like he was pleading with his girlfriend to eat. Don't be delusional, woman, she chided herself. Amelia turned to leave but stopped in her track like she forgot something. " Is something wrong? " Ryan asked. Amelia smiled misch

"And Beatrice?" "She's dirtier than you think. There's a connection with some less-than-reputable people. She gets caught and it will ruin what little reputation she has left." Amelia's face was twisted in a sneer. "Great." Marson glanced at her. "What now?" Amelia closed the folder. "Wait. Then strike." ---------- *******

His sea-green eyes complimented his nice dark hair that was looking so soft right from where I lay looking at it, his jawline perfect and his face smooth and spotless, his dressing was so perfect it and soothing his personality, even though he was right in his home, he's on a well-tailored Italian suit that screamed luxury. I was brought back from my thoughts when the other guy who was in the room snapped a finger across my face. "Earth to you mamacita," he said, fingers snapping, "what's your name?" I turned my gaze to the man asking for my name and replied in a low tone, "Amelia." "Amelia, hmmmm" he hummed, then turned to Alex "It's your first time wanting a payment paid with a human, so t

But its beauty was tainted, perverted, as Amelia was led down the aisle in a procession of condemned souls. Richard waited before the ostentatious archway, resplendent in his tailored tuxedo. But his eyes were those of an apex predator assessing its latest kill as Amelia approached. On either side of the aisle, Jasmine and Bianca Richard's first cousin and sister looked on with undisguised scorn and contempt. "Well, well, if it isn't the little wretch," Jasmine murmured loud enough for Amelia to hear. "Richard's new plaything has arrived." Bianca asked mockingly. "Poor dear looks terrified. What's the matter, don't you feel honored to be the latest showpiece of my brother's collection?"

I winked. She burst into laughter. "Wow, I cannot wait to finally get to d*ck down Brian or any other rich Lycan that has money like yours, man. You know, me and Amelia did a whole lot of shopping for you, like we splashed millions of dollars. I did buy for myself too, and your man just thanked me for shopping. He didn't complain like someone I know." She gave me a side-eye. "Well, I am not rich like him. Who is Amelia?"