Amelia Davis has spent her entire life proving herself, and after all her hard work, she has a husband, a daughter, and a successful career to show for it. She believes she has it all, until one day she finds the two people she loved and trusted the most in bed with each other—her husband and daughter. Her entire world comes crashing, and in a bid to save themselves after getting caught, they murder Amelia. But just when Amelia thought it was all over, she's given a second chance at life in the body of a much younger woman, billionaire heiress Emma Mitchell. Now, Amelia is determined to get revenge on those who ruined her life, and she will stop at nothing to make their lives a living hell.
View MoreALEXI tapped my finger impatiently on my desk, waiting for my computer to finish the search for the documents I wanted. The loading icon circled on and on and showed no signs of stopping. It was slow, but today had been a damned slow day. In fact, everything had been a little shitty lately. Just as the folder I wanted popped up on the screen, the door to my office flew open."Didn't I tell you I didn't want to be dis—"I broke off as I raised my head. I saw not my secretary as I had expected but the one person that could make my day even worse. His considerable paunch led the way in after he shut the door behind him. "What are you doing here?" I asked him, making sure I made my irritation obvious.Whatever his reason for being here, it couldn't be good. Even if it somehow was, we would end up arguing over something, anything. This had happened too many times in the past, and there was no reason to think that wouldn't be the case now. "Hello, Alex," my father, Matthew, said coolly
AMELIA"I have to get back to work."It was the second time in five minutes I was saying these words to Timothy Mitchell. I said it as much to myself as to him. I couldn't keep on hiding out at the house any longer. To get revenge on Samuel and Sophie, I had to be in the public eye again and attend galas, business dinners, and summits, which Samuel would also be attending. Then and only then could I find a way to carefully weave my web around him until he got caught in a trap he couldn't wiggle his way out of. "I know, honey," Timothy said. "But you're definitely getting your old job back whether you resume this week, next week, or even next month."I transferred the phone to my other ear so I could slip on my shoes. It was almost ten minutes to the hour I had set to leave the house. Timothy sensed my growing impatience. He continued quickly, "What I'm trying to say is that the company isn't running away. It's waited three years for you. It can wait a little more. You take some mor
AMELIAI couldn't decide which was redder: Liane's hair or her face. It was as red as a stop sign, a guilty tell if I ever saw one.The silence in the room lengthened, and then Liane started to stutter, "E-Ema, how could you—why would you imply something like that?"I shifted a little in my chair so I could look her dead in the eye. "It's a simple question, Liane. Never mind what I am not implying. Have you, or have you not, been sleeping with Alexander?""No!" she said, but her refusal had come a second too late. She flinched away from my stare and suddenly couldn't meet my eyes anymore.I had my answer.Alexander's voice broke in. "Is this one of your bad, ill-timed jokes?"His eyes were fixed on his plate. His voice sounded totally calm and in control."Do I look like I'm joking?" I asked him. "You're sleeping with her. It's damned obvious.""I wouldn't ever do that to you, Emma," Liane wailed at the same time that Alexander said, "And if I was, how is that your business? It's not
Third-person POV Emily stared at the screen of her phone again in surprise. There was an incoming call from her father. He never called her, choosing instead to pretend like she didn't exist most of the time. As she picked up the phone, in her head, she quickly went over everything she could have possibly done wrong at the company. She got nothing. Or was someone else calling using his phone? The voice on the other end that said 'hello' was definitely Timothy Mitchell's. "Hello," Emily said tentatively. Timothy didn't waste any more time on pleasantries. He went straight to the point. "There is something very important I want to discuss with you in person. You're in town?""Yes?"Timothy exhaled. "Good. I would like us to meet as soon as possible. This evening will be ideal. You can come over to my place.""Is, um—this some kind of emergency?" Emily asked. "No. But it is urgent. Can I expect you tonight?""I think I would like you to give me a heads up first... Dad," Emily said
Third-person POV Alex heard voices coming from the living room area, Emma's was one of them, but he only noticed it in passing. When his foot was on the last stair, he saw her-Liane. There was that look on her face again, the look that said he was the only man in the world to her. The look was gone the next moment before Emma could notice.While he wasn't particularly uncomfortable as he and Emma had not really had any kind of relationship, he knew that it would be pretty awkward for her and anyone else to find out that he had been screwing her cousin. All this passed through Alex's mind in the space of a few seconds, and then he went all the way down the stairs. Deliberately looking the other way, he was heading for his study when Emma called his name. Loudly. There was no way he could pretend he hadn't heard her. Reluctantly he turned. "Yes?" Alexander was a snubbish jerk but she got the impression that he particularly wanted to snub Liane. She waved her hand in Liane's dire
AMELIAWhen I caught myself counting the number of bristles on my hairbrush, I decided I had had enough. Staying here was hell. I was slowly but surely getting bored to death. I hardly ever saw Alexander, and he never spoke to me. Apparently he had been serious about the rule of silence between us. All I had to talk to were the servants, and they seemed scared of me. No surprise there when you factored in the way Emma had treated them. I started to pace the room—my room. It was large, airy, and spacious, but lately it had started feeling like a prison or cage. My phone briefly lit up as a notification popped up on the screen. I grabbed it and called Timothy. He answered as soon as it began to ring. "Hi love, It's so good to hear from you," he gushed. I twirled a lock of my hair over and over on my finger as I patiently waited for him to go through his routine of asking me about a hundred times how I was doing. After he had run through his questions, I could finally get a word in
AMELIA "I think you should come home with me, pancake."I paused in the act of rechecking my bag to make sure I had not forgotten anything. "Pancake?" I said, raising a brow. Timothy Mitchell, looking a little embarrassed, tugged on his ear. "It's my pet name for you, honey," he said. "One of them."I continued rummaging around in my bag. It took him all of two seconds before he returned to his former argument. I thought he sounded like sales rep trying to pitch an idea to a client. "You may not remember it, but our family house, my house, is big. Huge. It has a—" He broke off, apparently deciding not to go down that road. "Emma, what I'm trying to say is being in the family house will definitely help you. There are a lot of things you liked there even as a child. I'm sure that seeing all of them will jumpstart your memory. I have everything it takes to take good care of you. You and I get along so well. It will be an opportunity for us to spend more time together. So what do
AMELIAIt was quiet in the car. Too quiet. Alexander's face was as inscrutable as always, but he still had to be seething because of his confrontation with Bill. I was a little overwhelmed after what I had heard. Maybe even more than a little. And yes, I was scared too. What if Alex was the killer Bill thought he was? I didn't really think so, but what if? If he had caused the accident and felt it could never be traced to him, what stopped him from trying again? I snuck a glance at Alex. He was concentrating on the road ahead. I forced myself to relax a little. A lot of people knew I was out with him, so I was safe. I hoped. "We're here. Get out."I snapped right out of a light doze and looked around. We were back at the hospital. I stifled a yawn. It had been a long day. I was very tired. "Go on," Alex urged without looking at me. "Aren't you going to take me inside?"Alex turned his head in my direction but didn't quite look at me. "Take you in? Why? You can walk, can't you?
AMELIAThe last of Bill's anger went away. His eyes grew very sad. I had gotten my answer. Over the counter, Rose took my hands and held them tightly in her small ones. "I did. Didn't I?" I said. "Yes, love," she said softly. "But that was long ago. You were a mess then. You started getting better at some point."I had read somewhere that some suicidal people, especially after being caught attempting suicide the first time, would fake happiness for a while while they got ready for the next attempt."Are you sure I had not been... pretending?" I asked. Bill's answer was firm. He shook his shaggy head. "No. I'm a good judge of people. I would stake my collection of booze-" He waved a massive arm in the general direction of the shelves behind the counter where an impressive array of drinks were arranged. "-on the fact that you were actually getting better.""That's final, Emma. That collection is his baby. Surprised he can even bear to sell them. If he swears by them, then you're good
Amelia's Pov I could barely contain my excitement. After two weeks of unprecedented business in Italy, I finally get to return home to my family and to my life, but most importantly, I finally get to return home to my $5000 orthopedic mattress, which the employee expense policy unfortunately wouldn’t cover. Initially, I was set to return in two days, and my husband and daughter weren't expecting me until then, but after finishing up with business here, even the delicious gelatos weren’t enough to keep me away from my home for another day, so I decided to take the first flight back to the US, just to surprise them. The last time my husband, Samuel Brooks, and I spoke was before I left. We’d gotten into a heated argument because I had an itch about him being unfaithful, and I decided to scratch it by going through his devices. Fortunately, I’d found no evidence of another woman in his life, but unfortunately, he’d caught me, and we’d fought over it and hadn’t spoken since. I left...
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