Dirty Rich Amelia Wilde Novels & Stories

She pushed the heavy door shut behind her, plunging the office back into the dim ambient glow of city lights. “You left the party just as it was getting interesting, Mr. Wylder,” Amelia purred, crossing the room with the practiced grace of a predator who believed she had cornered something wounded. She stopped directly in front of my desk, trailing one perfectly manicured finger along the glass edge. Her gaze swept over my disheveled state—the undone tie, the open shirt, the whiskey bottle still hanging from my hand. She didn’t see a man bleeding out from the inside. She saw a brooding, wealthy challenge. She saw the crown prince of Empire Group.

Amelia stood frozen for several seconds. Her worst nightmare had finally come true. Ethan knew. She slowly walked toward the window and looked down at the street. A black luxury car was parked outside the building. Ethan stood beside it. Even from that distance, she could see the anger in his posture. Amelia’s heart raced. Five years of secrets had just been destroyed. And now there was no escape.

“You call a million dollars a month enough? Do you even have any ambition? You’re seriously content living off that like some spoiled trust fund baby?” Silence slammed into the room. Noah stared at her like she’d just punched him in the gut. Then, slowly, his expression fell. All light drained from his eyes. “I see,” he said hoarsely. “So this is how you really think.” He let out a soft, humorless laugh. “I was right. You came back here because your ex got rich. And now I’m just… useless to you.” Amelia, realizing she’d been exposed, didn’t even bother pretending anymore. “So what if I did? People climb for better things—what’s wrong with that?”

Alex sees that his goal has been achieved and quickly takes the phone away from Amelia, who tries to grab it back from him, but he pockets it first. "Just be a good girl and get dressed and have dinner with me......" Before Alex could finish his words, Amelia choked up and snatched the words, "I promise you!" "Change into a brightly colored outfit, you look very uninspired." Alex shot a glance at Amelia and walked out. Amelia gritted her teeth and picked a beige skirt to change into, and a red trench coat to wear over it. She did not wear any jewelry; the whole person still exudes a sense of noble elegance..

Rex said, his voice thick due to the consumption of a few more glasses. “This is Amelia we're talking about. She is no ordinary lady at all, not the same lady whom I knew her to be. She has completely changed, don't you get it?” I shot him a response immediately, just before he could put down the crystal glass in his hold…on the table. “Make this make sense to us now. Are you saying that this lady in question has the ability to bring you down?” He belched slightly. Dickie, who had been quiet all along, broke his silence. “Ignore him, man! He's totally wasted.”

Gift? Amelia felt nothing but irony. In her last life, she had painstakingly prepared a painting of the Endless Rivers and Mountains, a prized piece from her mother's private collection. Richard had dismissed it outright, even openly questioning its authenticity. Now, she would rather burn it than present it as a gift to Richard. Nicole had given Richard an extravagant gift. Anyone following her would inevitably be outshone. Lucia was clearly trying to make things difficult, as if she couldn't wait to throw Amelia out on the spot.

Ethan spoke up, and Amelia motioned to grab her bag, but the housekeeper beat her to it. " I'll take it, don't worry. " The woman spoke and Amelia nodded, even more so when she noticed her compassionate smile. Amelia was about to leave the room when she heard Alexander move in his chair and light another cigarette. " Whatever you are hiding, it can't be any worse than this pathetic life. " Amelia and Ethan listened to him speak. Amy took a deep breath, remembering all the shit that led her to that place, all the scars, and the man she abandoned in Charleston on her wedding day.

Richard said after staring at Emma for the last time, and left the store. Immediately, the door swung shut. Emma humped for joy, clutching the necklace tight. She couldn't believe the turn of things. “I'm rich! I'm freaking rich”. She thought of Amelia, and wished that she had already died. That way, she won't appear and ruin her plans of impersonating her. Sitting at the back seat of the luxurious Lamborghini, Richard shut his eyes for a few minutes. “Is that woman really the woman from the clubhouse five years ago? Why do I feel she's different? Is it because it's been long, or simply because I was drunk that night?”

He was packed for a long journey. Amelia drooled at his exquisite sight. Alden was a wonderful specimen. It always baffled her how she left gold for dross. Cisca was enjoying it, and she was very jealous. He didn't spare them a glance as he sauntered out of the door with the speed of light. " Shameless," Stiles muttered bringing her out of her daydreaming. "Pardon?" She asked. " A good wife doesn't eye rape another man." Stiles sneered. It was no news that Amelia regretted ever marrying him. But to see her drooling in his presence was the height of her misconduct.

“I’m sorry, Ellie; I had no choice but to use you. I’m so tired of playing dirty after all; I can’t leave my love behind! I want him so bad.” Amelia enters the café and comes near the dangerous shadow. “I think Ellie is dead; you played really well!” She smirks, looking at her. “I’m doing what I needed to do earlier to get what belongs to me.” “I appreciate your effort; your love is pure,” she says. “Thank you.”