Novel & Cerita Ruthless Redemption Novel Amelia

“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

The time for politeness was over. "You're wrong, Mrs. Anderson," I said, my voice dropping to a dangerous intensity that cut through the surrounding chatter. "Amelia values loyalty above all else. She values justice. She risked her life, her fortune, and her reputation to protect a child and expose a criminal conspiracy, even when everyone told her to just sign the papers and walk away." "And what about your life, Adrian?" Abigail challenged, pressing her advantage. "If Amelia is so loyal, why did she offer you a two-year contract? Why did she need to pay you? You're playing house with a woman whose heart is colder than the diamonds she wears."

Amelia’s signature perfume the dense trace of amber and vanilla. Amelia stood on the threshold, her identical face flushed a deep, unnatural crimson from the biting wind, her shoulders trembling beneath the fabric of Ava's stolen white cashmere cardigan. The fragile, heartbroken victim persona that she had spent weeks meticulously performing for Michael was completely dead. Her dark eyes were wide, bloodshot, and glittering with a raw, volatile envy that she could no longer contain behind her engineered smiles. Her fingers were clutched tightly around the strap of her leather handbag, her knuckles turning a stark, bloodless white as she glared into the dim interior of the concrete room.

“Your sincerity is worthless! “The so-called love you claim to have for me is nothing more than a calculated balance of benefits and risks. “You treated me well because you thought I was obedient and tolerant. “Now, things have blown up. You lost your reputation and your job. You have nowhere to turn. “And you think you can still chain me with a line like ‘I don’t mind even if you’re disabled’ to make me feel grateful? That I’ll share the burden of this mess that you and your mother created? “Amelia, do you think I’m a fool? After everything you and your mother have done to me, do you actually think I’d forgive you?” My gaze was razor sharp, like a blade that pierced her heart. Amelia was le

They didn't like to share and Stefan has been to every hole in my body. So he should definitely reject me because in the end he would be unable to stand me. I am used goods, he of all people should know that. I still stood there in his arms, paralysed by his words. I haven't even began to think of the next desperate thing to do to make him reject me. The truth is I must get that rejection before we head back to the palace. It's a must, It's a no brainer. Madmax might be a celebrity rogue alpha, but the fact is he is still a rogue no matter what.

"We shall have to revisit your lessons in a proper way." It wasn't long before Amelia stopped leaving the sanctuary of her lavish bedroom suite unless absolutely required. The torment, the alienation was simply too much to endure. Here, at least, she could be alone with her thoughts and battered psyche. She spends long hours, simply staring out the windows at the regimented topiary gardens below, wondering how her life had become this cellar of horrors. . . . . Amelia soon learned that the cruelties inflicted by Richard's relatives were merely an appetizer compared to the vindictive torment awaited from his parents, Rothchild and Eleanor.

She studied the room, the gigantic king sized bed, the beautiful draperies and the ancient, yet beautiful chandeliers and the dais at the far end of the vast room. Madison made up her mind as she laid down to rest, that she was going to run away from the pack. ******* When Caden had first sent for Alpha Rupert's niece whom he had heard was incredibly gorgeous but without a mate, he had not expected to see such Beauty. He had almost swore that she was the most attractive woman he had ever seen. When he kissed her, he wanted more. He had intended to spend the night with her but he did not think he could spend the night with her, without touching her.

“I killed a wraith while she was in the bar with that Latino guy, the guy who attacked her, Novic, and Ray Douglas. You’re welcome, but you can save it for another day.” “You’re the vigilante,” I mumbled. He met me in the eye. “You know I could have easily taken her from you when you rejected her. I know her type. Amelia is clearly drawn to bad boys like us. And don’t come clean, Alpha Ryden. You, too have blood on your hands.”

"Amelia was the goal. Those were just distractions. I think this is the work of the Crescent." "Damn!" I stated in anger. "We must get to the root of this. We must go to the Crescent uninvited tomorrow." I said and moved away in fury. Crane's POV. I feel so excited seeing Amelia in my room,, I'll take good care of her. I stood up from my bed and walked to where the rogue that kidnapped her kept her. Her hands and legs were tied with a thick rope and she was blind folded. Due to the sedative she was still unconscious. Finally she's mine. I stroke her hair gently, and touched her legs. She didn't give herself to me when she was with me but I'm with her now. Amelia started gaining consciousness

**** AUTHOR NOTE**** This chapter will contain an explicit torture description. Read at your own risk ************************ Amelia POV I wake up feeling not too great. I’ve been feeling extremely tired and nauseous. I haven’t been sleeping properly with everything that is happening. I need to take down the brits and it’s the only thing I want to focus on right now. I have my assistant taking care of everything while I deal with this. I don’t have Ethan by my side like I wanted to. But I will make it happen. And who knows I’ll even move to England and start a new life.