The Unkept Promise Novel Amelia And Silas Novels & Stories

Those words made Amelia stop unbuttoning his shirt and smile. They were the same words Lucas had spoken on their first night together—words he later betrayed. Words Amelia had clung to, only to learn they were nothing but lies. Now she knew the truth. She would never fall for those empty promises again. “That’s a promise,” Amelia said, her hand gripping the buckle of Lucas’s belt.

She was no longer the Amelia who would sit in the corner and wear a smile on her face even if he was ignoring her. There was no sign of the plain wife he once had a few years before and he could not help but question where did she vanish and why did she change suddenly? A promise. A challenge. A warning. Amelia batted an eyelash not. She would not give him the satisfaction. Rather, she twirled about, walking away in silence. But as she reached the door frame, she overheard him whispering. "Welcome back, Amelia." She did not look back. But she knew…The real fight had only just begun!!

I cried and tried to shoulder some of the blame, but Oliver had just lifted his chin and insisted it had been his fault. As we grew older, I became prettier, and he became more handsome. We were the "golden pair" everyone talked about. I used to think my life had been written with the perfect script. At that moment, a message from Oliver popped up on my screen. "When are you free?" I wiped my tears, but before I could even type a reply, another message came. "Pack up your stuff from my place. I'm inviting Abigail over in a few days." I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down.

It meant: proceed. Outside, the shoemaker’s wife slept the sleep of a woman who had won a small argument with a landlord. On her door the new hinge muttered in solidarity whenever the wind mispronounced the hour. The Listening Room kept its chairs like a promise rather than a trap. The Mutual ledger’s first page dried with three jam fingerprints, which is how a city notarizes joy. Silas stood at his window and counted the lights in houses that had refused to ask his permission to be alive. He discovered he loved them a little despite himself. He would have to be quieter still. He would have to build a habit out of disappointment and call it policy.

He would be forever tied with a child he never wanted, born from a mother who schemed to get with him. And worst of all, they had promised Emmeline legal immunity just to get to the truth. Yet, despite all of that, they couldn’t guarantee that it really was the truth. "No matter what the results say, I will be here by your side as long as you want me to," Amelia promised. "I won’t go anywhere. Not again."

Alice's heart melted. "Nora lounges around the house all day. Let her show you around." Chase flashed a charming smile. "Sounds great." I rolled my eyes. He had this ethereal, untouchable vibe, but beneath it all, he was a master manipulator. ... The next morning, I got ready casually, planning to head out with Chase after breakfast. Alice was bustling in the kitchen when a knock came. It had to be Chase again, showing up to scrounge a free meal.

The Final Promise I unfolded the paper, my hands shaking. The message was handwritten, elegant, and chillingly precise. > Amelia, > You fought well. You should have remained the icy CEO, but you broke the rules and showed heart. That was your final, fatal mistake. > I don't need the child. That was merely the distraction, the bait to draw out your little protector. I needed you to feel the panic, the fear of losing what you hold most dear. > I have the assets, the power, and the freedom. You have nothing but your frantic worry.

Her fork scraped against the plate too hard, too fast, like her frustration had no other way out. “Goodness, Amelia,” I said slowly. “I didn’t know you were gone. Jamie told me she asked you. I assumed you agreed.” “She didn’t ask me. She just took her,” Amelia muttered. “And I promised Rose something. Now I’ve come back, and she’s gone.” I let the words settle between us. “What did you promise her?” I asked, breaking the silence. She hesitated. I could hear the quiet shame in her voice when she finally said, “A cookie.”

Silence swallowed the bridge. Naomi lowered her gaze. Orion closed his eyes. The older Ama simply stood there, letting the words fall where they must. Ama looked toward the river. “You wrote this.” “Yes.” “You wanted me to abandon him.” The older Ama shook her head. “No.” She pointed toward the inscription. “You haven't reached the end.” The message continued. This is not a prison. Ama's heart pounded. It is a promise. Another line appeared. The last promise he ever asked us to keep.

Current wife is Danielle Fives who is Amelia’s ex-husband cries out” My eyes read the message that follows “In a secret conversation shared with Ashley Forbes she shared her own side of the story. How Amelia has removed her from the company she worked hard for and even stripped her of the company wealth and retained Daniel who is her ex not because he is the most efficient but because she is never satisfied. She took him years ago and went for his brother and now she wants him again. Hence why she retained him and kicked her out. She also discloses to us that Amelia faked her death just for one reason alone, to make sure she comes back and gets her revenge on her and her husband who is too b