Jade Amelia Thirlwall Novels & Stories

Amelia raised her brow in confusion and said, "Okay... weird, but I am not the company work, I can cook and serve, how it will be beneficial for me?" "Actually, look at this." Adira said, giving me her tab. Amelia looked at her tab, there was an ad regarding hiring a female maid who is mated or single mother for the youngest Will. The person will be given a nearest place to live and food to eat. And there were few more things mentioned in it. One thing that Amelia didn't understand why they were hiring a mated female or a single mother? Ok maybe she will ask them later. Considering her current situation, it is a perfect job for her. They will give a place to stay near the youngest son mansio

"Just like that?" My voice was nothing but a whisper, my heart pounding in my chest. All tears on my chin stopped and instead, a burning fire suddenly rose from within me, heating up my veins. Damon adjusted the towel around his waist. "Yes, just that, Annie. We are done. I reject you as my mate. And since you've been accepted into the Silver Sword Academy, let me make this very clear... You are rejected from the Silver Sword Pack, too. From now henceforth, you should not move around Agolia not to talk of living anywhere under my watch."

I set the glass down carefully and looked across the table at the man I had married and thought about the woman whose room was at the end of the sealed corridor and the journal she had left behind and the name stitched into every pillow. Run, she had written. I was not running. I was walking in through the front door. But then my eyes dropped to my phone screen again, and the second message from Jade, sent thirty seconds after the first, pulled the floor out from under me completely. Also, Amelia. Vanessa's assistant just sent the reply email. I saw the sign off. It's signed by Ethan Ward.

But before her hand could land, it was held in a firm grip. "So all this was your plan, right? To expose me in front of all the guests and turn me into a disgrace, right?" Lily asked. "I already told you that this child is not yours, why did you have to do this to me?" Lily said as she cried. Melissa and Marcela, who ascended the stairs, were shocked stiff. A maid woke them up and told them that Lily was having stomach cramps and was in so much pain that she was crying. They had immediately rushed downstairs without even changing their pajamas, they did not expect to come across something like that!

she sounded bossy and they young man left. “ You didn't have to Layla. I'm okay..” again, Layla interrupted rudely, “ I know, I know. I just want you to know how it feels like to be so wealthy you can afford whatever you want. I want you to have a taste of luxury, Amelia.” She answered proudly as she flipped her hair about or caress the 33- carat Krupp diamond rings on her finger.

The kind of glow that came when someone outside the team, outside the safe walls of football, whispered promises in your ear. The next day after training, Amelia showed up in a brand-new watch. It sparkled under the fluorescent lights of the locker room, too shiny, too expensive for a player still on rookie wages. “Nice,” one of the girls whistled. “Big spender, huh?” Amelia laughed it off. “Gift. Someone who believes in me.” Maya froze. Her gut clenched. She didn’t need to ask who. Damien Thorne. The man was everywhere and nowhere at once. He never approached openly, never made direct offers. He slipped into lives like smoke, using charm and money until people couldn’t tell where he ended a

“You bought the company out from under us.” “No,” Amelia corrected. “I invested in it. And now I’m here to run it.” A heavy pause settled over the room. Katherina snapped her folder shut. “This is a hostile takeover.” Amelia smiled. “That’s such a nasty word. I prefer… strategic reclamation.” Damien’s voice was tight. “And who exactly are you?” She stood, placing her hands lightly on the back of her chair. “As I said, I’m Amelia Stone. Founder and CEO of Amelia Holdings. My background is in luxury real estate, logistics, and tech investments. Some of you may know me from previous mergers Barrera Industries, Halwell Systems, Verani Tech.”

I direct my question to Amber. She remains quiet, avoiding my eyes. "Don't act like an innocent. You are a thief and the proof is around your neck" I touch the pendant with my fingers. Why the hell is she thinking that I stole it. Darius gave this to me, or that is what I think. "Shut up Melanie. Thea is not a thief and there must be an explanation to it. You don't have to make a mountain of a molehill" Amber glares at Melanie.

“Has she made connections? Friends? Lovers?” “Her client list is more notable than her companions,” Amelia continued, a walking archive, methodical and unshakable. “She frequently accepts commissions from a renowned healer named Adler, and she just completed a significant piece for Duke Noctis Theonor, Riverwood’s military commander.” The name landed with weight. “A healer and a warrior,” I mused. “Is there any record of her being a mage? Any indication of how she channels her power?” Amelia’s professional mask slipped, just for a moment, replaced by a flicker of something grave, something ancient. She chose her next words with precision. “She isn't a mage, Thalia. She is, however, one of th

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.