Dirty Rich Amelia Wilde Novels & Stories

" Bainca muttered. I was hoping she would deny it and just give me a silly excuse that I would fall for. "All this while?" It wasn't even a mistake, Bianca. "Get the hell out of my sight." my voice trembled, despite the loud music, it was loud enough to get her startled. Bianca stands up and moves away slowly without uttering a word or even pleading. few minutes later ... "Amelia I am so sorry; please, I will make it up to you and also tell you how this shit started. "Rhett used me!" I stare at the text message that Bianca just sent.

He commanded. Amelia, trying to adjust her dress which had been stained from a coffee spill, immediately knelt down, bowing her head, sobbing quickly, her hand still maintaining its place on her cheek. She keeps wondering why mother and son would be alike in their cruel ways, she concludes in her heart that the Blackwood's are one of the malevolent billionaires on earth. "Why are you this dirty?" Dylan asked with a disdainful look.

It was all meant to be kept a secret. So Jared devised a new plan to pimp Amelia by using her nudes as a leech on her. Only for Amelia to meet with the supposed client and it turns out to be Alice’s father. When she had grumbled about it, Jared had informed her that he was less concerned and all that mattered was her getting enough money for him to survive from Henry.

She couldn’t afford to panic. “Do you want mine?” Cilia asked when she saw Amelia looking at the dress. That was how great of a friend Cilia was, and Amelia would die before anyone touched Cilia ever again. She would soon find that massive red wolf and she would send him to his death. Amelia nodded no. She looked inside the massive closet and grabbed a deep red blood dress. It looked like fire and she felt like fire today. She picked it out and Cilia curiously looked at Amelia.

I wanted to tell her that she was so brave for handling herself so well, but I didn’t know how I'd be able to tell her that. “That’s why being wealthy sometimes is a blessing and a curse. We’ll never know who’s real and who’s just there because of the power and money we can offer them,” Amelia said, before she looked at me, a small smile on her face, making me feel worse. I don’t know what she went through in this goddamn school, but I know it was terrible, to the point this happened to her.

She lapsed into silence with her eyes showing defiance. “I…” Amelia held her breath as she listened, and her eyes widened in horror when she found out what nobody wanted to tell her. “I had that ugly woman taken,” Cecille whispered. Ugly woman? Which ugly woman? “How dare she try to get in between me and André? She’s just an ugly nobody bitch from a small country!” “Mon ange…” Amelia was shocked as an idea came to her. Ugly woman? An ugly girl from a small country that was connected to André? Wasn’t that his fiancée?

From the rise and fall of her breasts, I knew she was still breathing, but otherwise, she was far more still than I could remember seeing her. First things first, she needed water. A lot of it. The table, chairs, and floor were absolutely drenched in her pussy juices, and as I got up off my knees and rose to my feet, I realized that so was I, from head to foot. I couldn't help but imagine our mother stepping into the room at that moment. Seeing Elayne naked and splayed out on the table, almost as if she were dead. Me, standing there with my dick poking out, desperately craving some attention of its own. And the area around the table, all but painted in her cum.

Amelia couldn’t breathe properly anymore. Sophie looked horrified scrolling through headlines. “‘Divorced CEO Wife Pregnant Amid Cheating Scandal.’” Another refresh. “‘Did Amelia Hart Trap Damian Vale With a Baby?’” Another. “‘Mystery Pregnancy Shocks Vale Family.’” Each headline felt like another knife. Amelia suddenly rushed toward the bathroom. Then barely made it before vomiting violently. Damian moved instinctively. But Adrian reached her first again. Supporting her hair gently. Rubbing her back carefully.

Amy Daniels met me at the door, a little more conservatively dressed than the previous day. Just a little. She had a black crochet cover-up on, that was more holes than material, and I could see she had a white bikini on underneath it. It might have been sexier than the bikini alone. "Hi Mrs. Daniels. Mom said you called." "I did. Come in, please," she turned and walked into the kitchen. "Can I get you a drink, Alex?"

“You think you know more than I fucking do? You don’t know shit about women, Tripp. You’re a fucking kid.” “I’m twenty-four! I am not a fucking kid! And I know more than you obviously, because you didn’t raise your hand!” Richie’s eyes glare. “Show of hands if you made Amelia come without taking off her fucking clothes.” He raises his hand high and she screams into her hand. “Oh my God, stop!” she yells. She flashes her gaze at Richie and then at me. “Both of you, what the hell is wrong with you?” she yells.