Dirty Rich Amelia Wilde Novels & Stories

"Really? She didn't mention anything to me about going on vacation." Ethan shrugged. "I guess she didn't want to bother you with it," he said. "She'll be back soon, I'm sure." His mother nodded, seemingly satisfied with his answer. "Well, I hope she's having a good time," she said. "But you know, Ethan, you really should be nicer to her. Amelia I think is also a rich person's daughter, we can get a lot of money from her.." Ethan felt a surge of anger at the mention of Amelia. How could his mother not see what she was really like? She was manipulative and cruel, Ethan himself also found out that all the gifts from Amelia to his mother were Ethan's money that Amelia had stolen from the company

Amelia shook her head and a little sob leaked out from her lips again. “Where’s my wife, Amelia?” I asked her, feeling my heart clenching and my tongue drying out. “I was coming home for the weekend,” Amelia whispered. “I didn’t tell my parents, I wanted to surprise them. I was just going to work on a paper all weekend anyways, so it didn’t matter if they had plans. When I went inside I heard them laughing upstairs, so I snuck up to try and scare them, but I heard more voices and they were in the bedroom, and the door was open and from- from down the hall I saw-” She gulped again, her eyes brimming with tears, and she gagged at what she was picturing. “My Dad and another man were having sex

Lucy covered her mouth to cry, never completing her words. Amelia charged forward and held her neck, "You shit-for-brains! You think I can't look through your game? First you used my son and his money and now that he's in a bad state and can't provide for you, you're jumping back into his father's arms as if you love him...." "Amelia, let go. Amelia leave my wife alone." "... But I know it's all about money. You only want money, no matter which man gives it to you. You—"

If she wasn't throwing abusive words at her, she would violently bruise her, claiming it was a mistake and that Amelia was careless. Amelia has turned into a total maid. Even suffering in her home was now preferable compared to being in Sylvia's hands. Amelia has endured bruises and violent treatment from both Sylvia and her friends. She has been painting nails and feeding wild berries to Sylvia. At this point, no one would even know who the real wife of the Almighty Lord Adrian was. Amelia was now even more petite than she usually was. She would work like a maid and end up not getting any meals. As soon as Sylvia finished her meal, she would trash the rest or pretend to ruin it.

Richard’s hand twitched, his gaze locked on the phone as if it were some cursed object. "She… she really said that?" he whispered, disbelief lacing his words. "Yes," Amelia said softly. "She did." “Christ. How can Cynthia possibly think of this? And execute it?” Richard asked no one in particular by himself. “Because she is after your money dad. It is so obvious and I’m shocked that the man whom I looked up to to be one of the most smartest, clever and cunning man doesn’t know when he is being fooled by a woman” Amelia responded, folding her arms against her chest.

“You know what? I’m coming.” Richard’s face lit up at her agreement. “Great! I know a nice place nearby that we can go to.” Amelia took out her phone and dialed her maid’s number. “Hello?” the maid answered after a few rings. “Hi, it’s Amelia,” Amelia said, balancing the phone between her ear and shoulder. “I need you to come and pick up the shopping bags. I’m done shopping, and I’m heading out to a restaurant with Richard.” “Of course, ma’am,” the maid replied promptly. “I’ll be there shortly.”

Amelia asked, she had indeed told Mel to dig into things about her husband but she meant things that could be found online, like the companies he owned and others but this information was just too much. “I’m broke but I still have my sources” Mel said dismissively “Well” Amelia said not wanting to over think on her husband and his stuff- it wasn’t worth her worries, and maybe she didn’t believe anything Mel said except from the ‘man- whore’ stuff, “The rich always have their ways Mel” Amelia responded and Mel took a few seconds before responding “Yes- the rich always do” she didn’t sound convincing though. “I believe that Xavier is about to start giving out the allowances. So how much exactl

It felt like a cruel twist of fate that Amelia effortlessly obtained everything Sarah had ever desired. While lost in her thoughts, a memory from a conversation with Amelia resurfaced in her mind. It was a warm summer day, and they were sitting at a cozy café, sipping their coffees and sharing their innermost thoughts. Amelia had confided in Sarah about her marriage, revealing a side of her life that was hidden beneath the facade of luxury and wealth. Sarah remembered the earnestness in Amelia's voice as she spoke about Ethan's constant display of extravagant gifts and lavish lifestyle.

From her vantage point, Amelia watched as the once-confident woman crumbled under the weight of her own deceit. Amelia could not help but feel a pang of pity for Sophia. She had known her for years and had known her to be a selfless person but it would seem that her love for money and the fact that she wanted Jackson by all means necessary had blinded her to the everything but that. In that moment, Amelia realized that Sophia had likely channeled her lack of love into other things—money, power, and the thirst for control.

Kelly stated with a look of surprise. Amelia glared at Lillian who destroyed her plan, "Sorry but I really don't know who you are" But since she is amnesia, she will as well continue acting that part. "That's true, After Amelia eloped and got married to an old man. She had an accident and lost her memory since then" Lillian immediately stepped forward, "Mom and Dad, are heartbroken and waiting for the day she will accept us again. The eloped Amelia and the old man Logan glanced at each other.