Ruthless Redemption Novel Amelia Novels & Stories

We drove out of the neighborhood and the sound of old friends chatting fainted out as I stared out of the car window. All I could think about was Mila and Aurellia. At least Mila is safe right now. She's with Uncle Charlie and Aunt Maya. But what about Aurellia- I wonder what she was thinking about in her last moments. I wonder what went through Rafe's mind when he found her body in the refrigerator. What Mila must've went through when she saw her aunt get murdered in cold blood. They both needed someone to come- to help them. But no one ever did.

I think I should go and check on Richard," Elena said to me while signaling for me to let her go. Without hesitating, I freed her. With that, she faked a smile at me before heading towards Ciara's chamber. "Thank you for the kiss," I said to her as she was about to open the door of Ciara's chamber. "Don't always expect it, and stop kissing me without my consent," she said to me before opening the door and walking in. After she entered the room, I stood there staring at nothing. What I still couldn't understand was how I suddenly turned from the cold and ruthless Alpha to the romantic Alpha, who kisses his mate with the slightest opportunity.

I was a rebel, but not when my life was on the line. The corner of my eye caught my best friend, Mia. She was my partner in crime, weeping for me. She was given to one of the gammas in the pack, her life was pretty much better than mine. I was dropped roughly on the cold hard tiled floor of the palace. The first thing my eyes came in contact with was the lifeless body of Alpha Damien. Fury ran through my body as I remembered every single time he defiled me and treated me more than a slave. I cursed out unconsciously.

Leaving Amelia standing alone in silence. For several seconds, Amelia didn’t move. Then slowly— Very slowly— She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Mascara smudged. Eyes red. Face pale. This was what loving Damian Vale had turned her into. A woman constantly begging to be chosen. Amelia suddenly felt exhausted. Not physically. Emotionally. Deeply emotionally exhausted. And for the first time in years… Something inside her snapped. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Quietly. Like the final thread finally breaking.

"Very well, your grace. If you must, then I shall accompany you." Amelia shook her head gently, her voice laced with a sense of solitude. "No, Abigail. I will go alone." The room bore witness to the silent exchange between maid and mistress, a bond of trust and understanding that transcended words. As Amelia began to prepare herself for the day, slipping into a delicate morning gown of soft lavender, she knew that the path she had chosen was not without its risks. The oak grove held secrets, and the duel that awaited Dane was a pivotal moment in their journey. Amelia's determination burned brightly, fueled by her desire to reshape the narrative, to unveil the truth, and to honour the memory

“It didn’t work out that way. The minute Amelia came back into the picture, I was shoved so quickly to the side, I got whiplash. I’m still feeling it.” “Yes,” Ruth said and glowered, her eyes taking on a darker hue. Her face remained mostly passive, but in her eyes, the truth of her anger burned hot like the heart of a wildfire. “I had sacrificed so much to give you that birthright, and in a moment, some stranger came in and ruined it all.” I gaped at her a little, surprised that she hadn’t fallen under Amelia’s spell as easily as everyone else had seemed to. “She’s well liked,” I said.

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“So now I’m a liar in your eyes?” “Amelia, I didn’t say that…” “Yes, you did,” she cut in, shaking her head. Her glare sliced through him like a blade, her voice dripping with venom. “You have always been a worthless Alpha. Even when the truth sits right in your face, you turn a blind eyes towards it. As always” Aiden’s chest heaved. “What do you want me to do, Amelia? I’m trying. I’m doing everything I can to find Eva’s killer and get justice…”

“Men like Julian love control. And when they lose it, they burn everything.” “Maybe you should ask yourself why he’s losing control,” I say softly. Her expression hardens. “You are repeating our mother,” she says. The insult hits deeper than I expect. “She chased intensity,” Olivia continues. “Drama. Chaos and when it collapsed, she cried and called it fate.” “I am not her.” “No,” Olivia agrees. “You’re worse.” My chest tightens. “You pretend you’re innocent.” “I never said I was innocent.” “Then stop acting surprised when consequences arrive.”