Amelia

The first thing I felt was warm, clean air. Not the damp, metallic smell of the prison. I opened my eyes slowly, expecting darkness, but instead I saw bright light, flowers, and people sitting in rows. I blinked hard. Where was I?

Wedding music played in the background, my heartbeat picked up as I looked around, trying to make sense of it. This wasn't the prison, I literally just died in prison. Is this heaven? I looked around, confused, because this place felt familiar. This garden, I knew it well, I have been here before.

This was Adele's wedding, how the hell was that possible? Was my mind playing tricks on me? Was I reliving my past before going to hell?

My eyes dropped to my hand, and I almost jerked out of my seat. Declan was holding it, this was real. He was sitting right beside me like nothing was wrong. Like he hadn't destroyed my life. Like I hadn't died because of everything connected to him.

I snatched my hand away immediately and bolted out of the seat. I had been reborn. Three years earlier, I put my hand over my mouth in shock. I had been given a second chance.

My hands were shaking too much. I touched my face, no swelling, no bruises. I checked my side, no wound. I was whole, and somehow back in the past.

I looked around and saw everyone staring at me like I was acting weird. I looked toward the front. Adele was standing there in her wedding dress, staring at me nervously while her makeup artist adjusted her veil.

Declan leaned toward me and whispered, "Amelia, what are you doing? Sit down, do you want to ruin your friend's wedding?"

Of course I was going to ruin my best friend's wedding. I couldn't let her marry a man who would end up killing her. But what could I say to make Adele believe me right now without sounding completely crazy?

The pastor looked at me. "Is there a reason why you do not consent to their marriage, miss?"

My eyes went wide, so that was why everyone was murmuring and giving me those weird looks. God really has a sense of humor, because why would I come back at the exact moment she was about to say I do? I remembered in my previous life I was crying when she said it, but I know better now.

Declan frowned. "Amelia, what's the problem? Why are you trying to embarrass your friend?"

He tugged at my arm as I tried to walk toward the altar. "Amelia, sit down. What are you doing?"

I pulled my arm out of his grip. "I need to talk to Adele," I said, my voice shaking.

I walked forward, and Adele met me halfway.

"What's wrong, Amy? Why are you trying to ruin my happy moment? We planned this together." Adele clutched her bouquet to her chest, panic clear on her face.

"I swear to you, I am not crazy. I just, I got a second chance at life, and if I explain it, you will probably think I'm crazy. But please, do not go ahead with this wedding."

Adele looked at me like I had grown horns. "Girl, what are you even saying? You got a second chance? We literally just finished smoking weed before coming here. Are you sure you are not high?" she asked, looking around like someone should come save her from me.

"Listen to me. Do you trust me?" I asked. She nodded. "Then you know I would never do anything to ruin your life. If you go ahead and marry Killian, you will die on this same day three years from now. It sounds crazy, but it's real."

"I trust you, but you are not making sense, Amelia. I can't call off my wedding because of your speculation. I need actual proof," Adele said.

Jesus. How was I supposed to prove something like this with no evidence? I thought for some seconds, ahh Yes, Declan and Killian were best friends, and in my former life I had seen those freaky chats between them about the girls they slept with.

"Check Killian's phone. The chat between him and Declan, there has to be something there," I said.

Adele marched back to where Killian was standing and asked for his phone. He refused at first, insisting he wasn't handing it over, but he eventually gave it to her. She scrolled, and her eyes went wide. I rushed to her side, she handed me the phone, and sure enough, there were disgusting chats between him and Declan.

"You have been cheating on me! You even said you are only with me because of the money," she spat, shouting at him. They argued for a few moments, Killian trying to beg her, that it was a mistake.

She pulled off her ring and threw it at him. I grabbed her hand and tried to drag her out of the garden with me.

Declan stepped in front of me. "Babe, what did Killian do to deserve such cruel treatment?" he asked. I looked at him with pure disdain.

He looked humble right now, but I knew exactly who he was, the desperate fashion designer dating me only because he wanted me to fund his career, drain all my money, ruin me, and eventually have me murdered.

I stepped closer to him. "I don't care what you or Killian feel, but as for me and you? It's over."

"Wait, what? Because Adele broke up with Killian? What does that have to do with us?" he asked.

"Everything. I don't want anything to do with you again. Don't come to my house, my company, or anywhere near me. This is the end. Go find someone else to leech off, okay?"

Declan stared at me for a long moment, like he was trying to process that I was serious.

"You really mean that?" he asked, like he thought I was joking.

"I really mean it," I said, stepping back. "I am done. Don't follow me, don't call me, don't even look for me."

He shook his head slowly, like he didn't fully believe it, but I didn't give him a chance to argue. I grabbed Adele's hand, and we walked out of the garden together, leaving both Killian, Declan and the guests standing there.

Author's note: wedding destroyed. Deserved....

Amelia to Adele"that's my best friend, she's a real bad b*tch, got her own money". Sorry I forgot the remaining lyrics😂😂

Love me a best friend that is not dumb in love

Amelia

Once we left the venue, Adele and I stepped onto the street, scanning for a taxi. The sun hung low, casting long shadows across the bustling city. Cars passed, people chatted, the city moving on as if nothing had happened.

Adele's makeup was already ruined from tears, but I felt nothing but a strange, exhilarating gratitude. Finally, a second chance. And with it, the thought of revenge. Every pain I had endured, the loss of my daughter, losing my womb, having everything I owned stripped from me, and finally, being killed in prison was now fuel.

I was sure if Adele could see what I had seen, she wouldn't be mourning Killian. She wouldbe asking to hit the club with me, celebrating life instead of grieving.

"Whatever crazy long story you have got, I want to hear it now. Somehow, it doesn't sound so crazy anymore," Adele said, her voice soft but curious.

I shook my head at her. "If I told you, you wouldn't believe me. But if you had seen what I saw you wouldn't cry over Killian, girl. You'd be asking us to celebrate at the club immediately."

Her eyebrows arched in concern. "How bad was it? I won't judge you. Please, tell me. Maybe it will put my mind at ease a bit," she said, before I could respond.

"I will give you a lift," a voice called out. I turned to see Jake, who happened to be Adele's cousin and was also at the wedding, waving at us. "I am heading whatever way you are heading."

We accepted gratefully and jumped into his car. Adele slumped beside me, still clutching her bouquet. I snatched it from her and tossed it out the window. "Girl, you don't need that anymore," I said.

"Can we please not go home? I don't want to sulk there or face my mom, she is going to rub it in my face that she told me he was a gold digger," Adele sobbed. I pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"Then we should hit the club. That's the only place that could blow off this steam," I said.

Jake cleared his throat and glanced at us with a grin. "So, if you guys are in, I was supposed to skip the crazy biker party tonight because of your wedding. But thanks to, uh the wedding crashing, here I am, heading back to the event."

Jake gets it, he knows how we like to live. Adele and I have never been the type to just settle down. We have never looked forward to weddings, motherhood, until we met those demons, we were just wild girls in our late twenties, chasing nights full of parties, clubs, biker events, and fashion shows, until they happened.

Our weekends were spent in clubs, smoking weed, chasing nights that blurred into early mornings. But when the weekdays came, I became the CEO of Davis Realtors, my parents' company, a business I had helped build and turned into one of the top firms in the city.

We met Declan and Killian, it was just a fling at first. Declan insisted there was more, and as an explorer at heart, I tried to see where it could go until it led to that doomed marriage.

I raised an eyebrow. "Biker party?"

"Oh, I know you guys live for that kind of excitement," Jake said with a laugh, turning the car toward the outskirts of the city. "You know that hot Trillionaire, Maxwell Sinclair, is going to be there today. That's what makes it worth it."

"Now I definitely want to attend," Adele said, lifting her head from my shoulder.

Jake and I chuckled. "You are sure going to enjoy tonight's race, you will barely even remember you just dumped someone at the altar."

Adele and I shot him a pointed look, "I apologize, that was insensitive," he said, grinning, of course typical Jake, says things without thinking.

"You do realize you are going to look crazy if you show up at the event in a wedding dress, right? Let's stop at a boutique and get you something more appropriate," Jake said with a grin.

He suggested a boutique he knew catered to biker crowds and we headed there.

When we arrived, the boutique was packed with biker-friendly clothing, leather jackets, ripped denim, bold prints, and edgy accessories. "Try these," Jake said, tossing us a few jackets and tops.

We slipped into the changing rooms, trying on new looks and laughing at how different we felt. When we finally stepped out, dressed in bold, biker-ready outfits, we were almost unrecognizable from the broken girls who had just left a wedding.

We left the boutique and headed straight to the biker event, engines rumbled and music blasted from massive speakers. The scene was alive with energy, leather jackets, tattoos, roaring bikes racing and performing stunts, people shouting and laughing over the chaos. Smoke from exhausts mingled with the rich smell of barbecue from a nearby food stand, creating an intoxicating blend of adrenaline and celebration.

Adele and I grabbed two drinks from a stall, something fizzy and strong, then wandered closer to the main crowd. She laughed, spinning around, her hair catching the lights from the stage. "This is insane!" she yelled over the noise.

"I know," I said, feeling my own adrenaline spike. "From a solemn 'I do' wedding to this wild, chaotic event, I missed when we used to live like this. Gosh, we almost got trapped back there."

We found a spot near the edge of the stage, where bikers and spectators kept gathering. A group of riders revved their bikes in sync, daring each other to perform stunts. One guy launched into a wheelie, cheering as the crowd went wild. Adele clapped, and I couldn't help but laugh along. The chaos was infectious.

Suddenly, the crowd erupted into chanting. I turned and saw Maxwell Sinclair. Tall, impossibly handsome, dressed in pristine leather that somehow made him look so hot and untouchable. He was one of the richest men in New York, if not the richest, having inherited his parents' company at a young age and taken it to the top.

By his side was his stunning wife, smiling and waving at everyone as the crowd cheered their love. I sipped my drink, feeling a flicker of something dark and calculating stir inside me. If only they knew or if only Maxwell knew.

I turned to look at Adele, she was drunk, So far gone she couldn't even see what was happening right in front of her. I grabbed my phone and called Jake, telling him I needed him to drop Adele at home. He was furious at first, swearing under his breath, but eventually he agreed.

When they left, I turned my attention back to the stage and there she was. The woman Killian had been cheating on Adele with, smiling lovingly at her powerful husband while she destroyed someone else's life behind closed doors.

After addressing the crowd, Maxwell announced that his wife had another event to attend, and the two of them stepped down from the stage.

I smiled, because I knew she wasn't attending any event.

She was heading straight to meet Killian, she must have already heard the wedding was off.

I slipped my hand into my purse, fingers brushing the small bottle of aphrodisiac drops I had planned to use at the reception. I was going to slip it into Declan's drink so we could sneak into a bathroom and have wild, reckless sex like we used to.

The thought of that now made my stomach turn, but the thought of using it on Rhea Sinclair's perfect husband Maxwell Sinclair thrilled me more than anything.

It was payback time.

Author's note: Male lead is here🥳 and his wife😢, is he going to be nice to Amelia🤔, expect something spicy🤭🤭

Amelia

I watched Maxwell for a few more moments, studying the way he moved, the effortless confidence radiating from him made my chest tighten with doubt. Could I really pull this off?

He laughed at something a guest said, his smile easy and magnetic. I took a deep breath and headed toward the VIP area where he was. A guard stepped in front of me, blocking my path. I lifted my chin, letting my eyes meet his, silently daring him to underestimate me. The guard hesitated, then one of the VIP team came out, giving him a nod. "Let her through," he said.

I smoothed my jacket, letting a small, soft smile curve my lips, the person he was talking to left, the coast was clear. So I stepped forward.

"Hi," I said, my voice light and sexy. "I am Amelia."

His eyes flicked over me, assessingme, then lingering just long enough to make me aware of the effect I had. Finally, he nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Maxwell Sinclair," he said, extending a hand.

"You have outdone yourself with this event," I said, letting my voice carry admiration and just a touch of playful warmth. I casually flipped my hair over my shoulder, exposing the delicate curve of my neck. I caught the brief flicker in his eyes, the one that confirmed he noticed.

He leaned slightly closer, the scent of his expensive cologne wrapping around me, and said, "Glad you enjoyed it. It takes a lot to impress these days."

He smiled, fuck, why was he so effortlessly gorgeous? "Thanks. Not that I know everyone, but this is the first time seeing you here," he said, his gaze curious.

We drifted toward a quieter corner of the event, talking about everything and nothing. He spoke about his businesses, I told him about mine. I tilted my head just so, letting my gaze linger on his hand as he gestured, then slowly back to his face. Every flicker of expression, every subtle shift in posture, I catalogued it all. I waited for the perfect moment.

When the waiter arrived with our drinks, I leaned in slightly, brushing my fingers against his glass as I offered a toast. "To more of these events," I said with a playful wink. My other hand subtly tilted his drink just enough the aphrodisiac slipping in unnoticed.

Maxwell raised his glass, completely unaware of the small storm about to enter his system. I mirrored him, sipping just a fraction of my drink too.

Minutes passed. I removed my jacket, letting the tension build, and noticed his eyes lingering far too long on my chest. I let a small, teasing smile play across my lips. "Not used to wearing leather jackets," I said lightly, voice low, letting the words caress him. "I'm feeling hot already." I pushed my chest forward just enough to draw his attention, letting him look, letting him think he had the upper hand.

"I understand whatever game you are trying to play Miss Davis," He said, his tone amused. "you know, I am a married man and you saw my wife earlier." He said, the drug must be kicking in because he threw his head back and rubbed his hands on his crotch.

I smiled, "Fine, I will leave now," I said, turning as if to go.

He caught my wrist, his grip firm but not threatening, and pulled me toward a quieter corner. "If we weren't standing here all day and both offered drinks at the same time, I might've suspected you added something to mine," he said, smiling.

He said before pushing my back against the wall, " I am so fucking horny right now, and I want to fuck you so hard against this wall." He said, before he groped my boobs and squeezed them.

I bit my lips to avoid moaning out loud, "You said you are married." I said, staring into his eyes.

"Nah, the only woman I want to fuck right now is you." He said rubbing his penis so hard, I grabbed the spiked drink from him and down everything at once. Even though this was revenge, I intended to enjoy every second of it.

We are going wild for wild, Opportunities like this don't come twice.The thought alone lit something reckless in me, fucking the Trillionaire biker, knowing he'd be screaming my name before dawn, and his perfect supermodel wife would wake up to every video of our escapades. A slow, satisfying burn curled in my stomach.

"We are not going to fuck here, no matter how horny we are." I said, he looked at me and sighed his eyes filled with lust. The drugs were kicking in for me too, my whole body getting hot, my pussy clenching and unclenching, my nipples begging for attention.

"Where do you want us to go, your place?" He said in a hoarse voice.

I smiled and grabbed his penis, rubbing it against the leather pants he was wearing, "Your place, I want you to fuck me on your matrimonial bed, your wife isn't coming back until tomorrow morning. I will be gone first thing," I whispered, brushing a kiss against his ear.

He didn't argue, or maybe he was too horny to think, just shoved me forward and smacked my ass hard.

"There's a red Lamborghini outside. Go wait in it for me and remove your pants," he said as he pressed the keys into my hand.

A rush of excitement shot through my body. I walked out and headed straight for the car. Normally, I would take a moment to admire a machine like that, but I was too turned on to care. The second I slipped inside, I yanked my pants off and tossed them aside, breath already shaky with anticipation.

Author's note: You shouldn't be reading this🤭🤭, on his matrimonial bed🫣🫣, Ameliaaaa