Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 675

When Liana showed up at the address Michael had texted, she found Clive doubled over a trash can on the curb, throwing up. Michael was standing behind him, patting his back—though he looked so awkward at it, his hand kept smacking Clive almost on the back of the head.

Michael pinched his nose and tried to sound reassuring, but his worry was obvious. “Bro, you okay?”

Clive just groaned in response. He struggled upright, barely steady, and leaned against the wall. Through half-closed eyes, he spotted someone familiar walking quickly toward them.

Michael followed his gaze and did a double-take when he saw the woman approaching.

“Ame—” He almost called out a name, but when she got closer, Michael realized he’d made a mistake. It wasn’t Amelia.

She just looked a lot like her.

Not Amelia now, but the Amelia from college, the one they used to know.

Liana gave Michael a slightly nervous glance and nodded. “Hi, we just spoke on the phone. I’m here to pick up Clive.”

Michael’s look turned a little more curious. “And you are…?”

“Lia—” she started, but before she could finish, Clive suddenly lurched forward, collapsing into her arms.

“Amelia…” he whispered, pressing his face into the hollow of her neck. His breath was so warm against her skin that Liana’s hands curled up on instinct.

Michael knew exactly what was going on. Clive wasn’t really seeing the girl in front of him, but honestly, at this point, did it even matter?

If you can’t have the real thing, you make do with a stand-in.

Michael let out a lazy smirk and stepped in to help Liana get Clive into her car.

“Ms. Jenkins, I’ll leave Clive to you,” Michael said, shutting the door. He turned and studied Liana more closely.

She looked similar, but up close, her features didn’t quite match Amelia’s. The figure was almost identical, though, especially in that outfit. Michael didn’t have a perfect memory, but he’d only met Amelia a few times, and this was the same outfit she’d changed into halfway through a party with Clive.

It wasn’t Amelia’s style. It belonged to Clive’s sister, Caroline.

Hand-me-downs from the little sister, passed off to Amelia by the Salmeron family as if it were some kind of prize.

Michael never understood why Amelia didn’t just refuse. She clearly hated it, but she still went back and changed—just to please Clive.

Maybe love only shows up when you’re really yourself, but people give up their true selves for love so easily.

Now those clothes, the ones Amelia would never touch again, had ended up on another young woman.

Liana had no idea what was going through Michael’s mind. She just nodded politely. “Don’t worry, Michael.”

Michael narrowed his eyes. “You know me?”

“I’ve seen you at the club a few times. I’m a waitress, you probably don’t remember,” Liana said, sounding honest and matter-of-fact.

Michael hesitated, then grinned. He glanced at Clive passed out in the back before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking away.

Liana watched him go in the rearview mirror, her expression giving nothing away.

She didn’t care what Michael thought of her.

Tonight, she’d moved out of her dorm and she wasn’t looking back.

Liana shut her eyes, hands sliding up his broad, strong back.

“I love you, Clive…”

Clive trembled, cupping her face in his big hands, and Liana kissed him before he could say anything else.

He was already burning up with need, and with that, the air between them caught fire.

All night, Clive kept calling her “Amelia,” pouring his heart out to a woman who wasn’t there.

When the first light crept through the window the next morning, the room was a mess.

Clothes and pants were scattered by the bed.

Clive woke up with a splitting headache and spotted the small woman sleeping beside him, her breathing soft and steady.

Her bare shoulders and chest were covered in marks—every one of them proof of how wild things had gotten the night before.

He slipped quietly out of bed and started getting dressed. He’d barely made it to the living room when his phone rang.

It was his mother, Mrs. Salmeron.

Clive pressed his fingers to his aching temples and answered, “Hi, Mom…”

Mrs. Salmeron was so panicked she didn’t even notice how rough his voice sounded. “Clive! It’s awful! Your sister’s missing again! She left a note—she ran away to chase after Felix!”