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 MoreAMELIAThe nurse brought in the phone about an hour after I had woken up."Your husband brought it over," she said, handing it to me. I nodded my thanks. When Alexander had stopped by the day before, I had asked him to get me my phone—Emma's phone. I could barely wait for the nurse to do her routine check-up and leave. Now I was going to be stuck in her body, and after what Timothy had told me, I really wanted to find out more about Emma. When the nurse left, I was stumped for a bit. How could I open Emma's phone when I didn't know her password? But I needn't have worried. The phone had face recognition. I sat tapping the screen for a while, thinking. In the search bar of the phone's browser, I quickly typed: *Emma Pierce attempts suicide.* A whole lot of results came up. I clicked on each link, reading the stories of Emma Pierce with growing sadness and horror. First, Emma had started to slit her wrists and had been stopped by Alex. The family had tried to deny this, but in th
ALEXANDER "Damned bottle!" I muttered to myself as the whiskey bottle slipped to the edge of the table. I managed to grab it before it could hit the floor. I glued it to my lips and gulped down half of it. The alcohol warmed my insides. I told myself getting wasted was a shitty way of avoiding a problem I would have to deal with anyway and told myself to get it together. That advice lasted for all of thirty seconds. And then I was on my feet again, stumbling to the minibar off the living room to get another drink. "Screw this," I cursed. In a few days, maybe a week, Emma would be back to this house and back into my life. Again. I staggered back to my chair. Who in their right mind would want to live with Emma Mitchell, the snooty spoilt brat of a very wealthy man? Certainly not me. I had to admit though that I was sort of glad she had woken up from the coma. Sort of. At least now I wouldn't continue to be hounded by the media. In three whole years, they hadn't le
AMELIA"Mr. Mitchell," the startled nurse squeaked, checking her watch, probably to be sure of the time.Timothy Mitchell had lost a little weight since I had last seen him, but his face broke into a smile as he hurried over.He came to a stop in front of me, placing two large hands on my shoulders."My girl. My girl," he said and promptly pulled me into a hug.I immediately stiffened. He did not seem to notice. He smelled of some musky, expensive perfume. Being hugged this close by a man I had only met once was bad enough. When he planted a kiss on the top of my head, it was just too much.I pulled back. It took a few seconds before he noticed I was pulling away and a few seconds more before he released me."You're hugging me too tightly," I said, rubbing my ribs, which were perfectly fine, and wincing."Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm sorry," he said. "I was just so excited to see you and—"He broke off when the nurse came close."Are you alright, Ms. Emma?" she asked, then she saw t
AMELIAIt was nighttime. I could tell, even without opening my eyes, by the hushed silence and the chirping of insects somewhere far away. "Please let this all have been a dream," I prayed silently to whoever was up there listening. All I wanted was for all that had happened in the last few days to be a trance I had been having while in a coma. But when I opened my eyes, I was still in the same hospital room with the beeping machines, the adjustable bed, and the white walls. The thought that I was back to my old self had me reaching with shaky hands for the metal tray at my bedside. Quickly, I poured away the contents, flipped it over, and studied my reflection. My heart sank. It was still the same vivid red hair, pretty freckled face, and smooth skin staring back at me. I was still trapped in the body of Emma Mitchell. Someone began to wheeze, and I realized an instant later that it was me. The panic had started to take over. It was difficult to draw in a breath.
Third-person Pov "Oh Lord, not another complication!" Amelia thought to herself, hoping that the man in front of her would just disappear and turn out to be her imagination, but no matter how much she blinked and stared, the man remained there, as solid and real as ever. With a groan, she buried her face in her hands. This situation was enough to drive anyone crazy, and Amelia felt that she was slowly getting there. "Are you in pain, Emma? Should I call the doctor?" asked Alexander, mistaking her groan for one of pain. "I'm fine," she snapped. She took another good look at Alexander. He looked young, like he wasn't even thirty yet, which made sense because the body she was in was the body of a girl that didn't even look older than twenty-one. Now, how was she supposed to deal not only with the fact that she was wearing a stranger's body like a cloth but that this girl was also married?The thing that made her want to tear her hair out in frustration was the fact that no one
Third-person Pov Amelia rolled her eyes constantly as the doctor spoke, hating how he was making her feel like she was crazy. No matter how many times she repeated that her name was not Emma and that this wasn't her body, both the doctor and Liane kept staring at her like she had lost her mind. They didn't believe anything she was saying, and the doctor had basically concluded that she was confused as a result of being in a coma for so long. He then told Liane to give her some time to come back to her senses. "How long is it going to take until she remembers that she's Emma and not this Amelia she keeps claiming she is?" Liane asked. "I can't say for sure, Miss. It could take a few days, months, or even years until she recovers and goes back to her old self. Seeing how she was able to wake up despite being brain dead for such a long time, I believe we'd need to run a few more tests on her and keep her under close observation to determine her current condition," the doctor resp
Amelia's Pov My eyes opened slowly, and the first thing that I felt was the damp ground underneath me. I was initially confused, wondering why I was in such a muddy place, until it hit me all of a sudden, and I remembered the nightmare that had now become my reality. Even after recalling everything, my mind still struggled to process the fact that Samuel and Sophie were lovers. And not only had they shamelessly deceived me, Samuel had also gone as far as hitting me with the intention of killing me. The pain at the back of my head was excruciating, and it was so bad to the point where I could barely think or breathe. I tried to lift myself off the ground, but it felt as though my head weighed a ton, and because of how heavy it felt, I couldn't move an inch. I was, unfortunately, stuck on the dirty ground, and no part of my body was responding to my attempts to move at all. I tried to take a look around to see if I would recognize where I was, but with how blurred my vision w
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
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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