Dirty Rich Amelia Wilde Novelas e Histórias

Tears threatened to stream from her eyes. It suddenly felt colder in the car. "Dirty?" Liam's grim gaze was pinned on her. How dare she say that he was dirty! Amelia's voice trembled, but she managed to say, "Yes, you're dirty! You keep so many women, all different shapes and sizes and careers. Now, one of them is pregnant, too. Doesn’t that make you a dirty slut?" Of all those women, many had numerous scandals and bad attitudes. Liam even took on Ava. Yet, he was the one who saw Amelia as dirty!

"I have no designs on your father's heart or his money, Isabel. I'm here at his behest because my situation warranted it. If I could still be in my apartment I would be." "You say that, but I don't think you mean it," Isabel said. Amelia shrugged. "You can believe what you want, but I've never wanted to be rich. I've only ever wanted to pay my bills and have some leftovers." "I can't believe that." "That's your problem them. I know who I am and I don't have to explain myself to you." Isabel frowned. "You don't understand what money does to people." "Then I'm glad I never had a lot of it," Amelia said.

I don't understand when she talk I feel like my heart beat racing and wind catch its speed like it calling me to wake up my friend name is amelia she is perfect girl. she Carring,full of energy, her cooking is unmatchable , she is loving ,cute and bueatifull. she is the girl you can't resist and want to get married amelia:- hi I want to ask something me:- what is that you look so serious tell me did something bothering you amelia:- my father is rich you know that right. and he searching man for me me:- that nice so what happen

Reese is up at 630 a.m. She wants to have plenty of time to eat and dress before Ali arrives to pick her up. She can’t believe how lucky she is to have landed a job at the Butterfly building working for Luca Myles. Luca Myles is not only good looking, but he is smart and well mannered, she thought. “And Hot!” she said out loud.

I hit the ground hard, my leg scraping against the rough surface. My so-called fiances shoved me aside to scoop up Amelia, tripping over themselves to play her knights in shining armor. "It's not on you, Amelia," they said. "She's just a principessa from a declining mafia family, yet she always looks down on you and criticizes you!" "Don't think your money gives you the right to toy with us, Shirley. Amelia is a thousand times better than you. Your family's attempt to go legitimate depends entirely on Amelia's future connections!"

She had braced herself to battle it out to the bitter end. Damian aught the direction of her gaze and clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. Was she planning to cozy up to one of those big shots now? Ha! She was delusional. She had clearly provoked those two major players. “Damn it! How the hell did Amelia win? Aren't the people in those private rooms supposed to be filthy rich? That's all they've got? They bailed before it even hit four hundred million? What a freaking joke!" Eve fumed under her breath.

she had whispered. “Take it,” Ricardo replied. “But understand this—there will be no love. No emotional attachment. You do your part, I do mine.” That night, Amelia went home and cried. By morning, she had already made her decision. Amelia finally drifted into sleep just as dawn broke. When she woke up, sunlight filtered softly through the curtains. For a moment, she forgot where she was—until reality came crashing back. She was Ricardo Kingsley’s wife. She got dressed carefully, choosing a simple dress, not wanting to draw attention. As she walked downstairs, she could hear the faint clinking of dishes.

Amelia couldn't care less, she had done the needful so at least they could manage to pretend as couples at the ball. Her mind made a brief flashback,the first chapter of the diary, Anabelle's secret diary,the almost faded word.The emotions behind it and the venom that lies within its letters. “I could be without my love but my love will always find me even when I am trapped in a beautiful prison of wealth.I still detest the born rich saucy bastard, you have to find me EC.” Curiosity engulfed her, what the heck does it mean? Amelia threw one last pitiful gaze at Drake,too blind to see his own tail.She contemplated handing over the diary to him but decided against it immediately.

“Do you think I would lower myself to do what you do? No. People like you… women who work in strip clubs, who live in the dirt, you can do these things. That’s your place. Not mine. Do you even know who I am? I’m a Rothem heiress. A dignified one. Jobs like that… they’re meant for people like you, Amelia, not for me.” This time, that annoying, mocking chuckle on the other end was gone. The line went quiet. I could almost feel her cold silence seeping through, and I knew my words had somehow gotten to her. Maybe too deep. But why should I care? It was the truth. Amelia was made for these things. After all, she had nothing to lose… her reputation was already trash. But me? I had everything to

Just as she was about to make a detour, Yolanda approached her and cried, "Amelia! It's you!" Amelia's eyes widened. She didn't know what to feel. 'Was Yolanda crazy?' she thought inwardly. Yolanda normally frowned whenever she saw Amelia. But she was acting the complete opposite now-she was actually being friendly to Amelia. Maybe she had already realized her mistakes. "I heard from Jasper that your husband is very rich. He offered the Mo family ten million to marry you!" Yolanda continued, "Lucky you didn't end up with Jasper, right? Or you wouldn't have ended up with such a rich husband!"