Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 203

Chapter 203

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“But I can’t even remember what’s missing! How can I know what I’ve lost, if I don’t remember having it?”

“The mind is delicate,” Eve said. She went to the counter, plucked a few tissues from the tissue box, and then brought them over to me. “The harder you push, the more damage you will do. You have to relax and allow the thoughts come to you naturally.”

I thought on her words, and while I could see the truth in them, and vowed to take her advice, there was something else she was saying that wasn’t so obvious. Well, it wasn’t so much what she was saying as what she wasn’t saying.

She knew something of my past. If she was my mentor once and maybe my friend, than she had to know.

I felt like all around me people were keeping secrets, maybe to protect me, maybe for other reasons.

Yet, if it was to protect me, I doubted Eve would even tell me what it was if I asked her.

Instead, she was giving me the tools I needed to remember myself.

Don’t push. Relax and let the memories come naturally.

I had to do this.

Whatever I had lost, it was important. I had to remember what it was.

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Chapter 203

Damien’s POV

Our contact in Alpha Claude’s pack immediately sent the missing folders directly to my email. From my computer at my desk, I pulled up the files and started coming through them.

This was how I learned that Victoria’s driver had been the one to kidnap and attack Amelia. The man had died at the scene, which was lucky for him, because I would have torn him apart if I had gotten my hands on him slowly, so that he could relive every second of Amelia’s fear twentyfold before his death.

With this evidence, I could now understand why Jake had accused me in this. Clearly, it had been someone from my pack that had at least helped arrange this, if not set it in motion.

It could have been Ethan. It could have been my sister. Though I didn’t want to believe Victoria capable of this, that would explain why she had been the one to sedate me that night. If she had some idea I might go feral in reaction to Amelia’s death, then she would have been prepared.

The thought turned my stomach.

Who else then?

I already knew. The common denominator between Victoria and Ethan was Claire. Claire had reason to hate Amelia, and if she had Ethan and Victoria helping her, she would have options to carry that hatred through to some kind of terrible end.

While I didn’t want to believe the worst in my Beta and my sister, I could easily believe the worst in Claire. She’d been manipulating everyone from the start.

Keeping her in the pack hadn’t been a mercy, it was a mistake. She had taken my leniency toward her and used it against me to find a way to kill my mate.

Now I just had to prove it.

I worked late, until even Ethan grew tired and left. Then, when he was gone, I went to his desk. His computer was locked, but as Alpha, I had a manual override. My password worked on every computer in the pack.

No one knew that of course but me, a handful of council members, and the IT person who set it up, who was paid very well for his silence.

It pained me to search through Ethan’s files and emails. Truly, I was hoping I would find nothing, and that I would feel shame.

Instead, buried in the trash can of his email webpage, I found a correspondence between Ethan and Victoria’s driver.

The driver had written a short email.

I know you don’t want anything in writing but I’m going to need more instruction if you want this to happen. Unless you want me to take matters into my own hands. I’m eager to have some fun with the girl.

I growled, clutching the mouse so hard it started to creak under my hand. Biting back my anger, I eased up on the plastic and scrolled down to see Ethan’s reply.

Do not make any moves without direct instruction from Claire. She will be in touch soon.

I read the email again, and then again. Then, sitting back in the chair, I read it a third time.

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Every single word was damning, proving that Ethan, at least, was working with Claire to bring down Amelia.

My own Beta…

I man I had trusted like a blood brother.

Here it was, the proof I needed. Or at least the lead that could lead me to the proof.

There was one last email, a reply from the driver. I clicked it while bracing myself for the worst.

Victoria gave me Claire’s number. I have it all sorted now. Thanks.

Victoria, my sister, now also implicated.

Gods… everyone I trusted.

I felt like a fool, and the rage began to bubble within me.

I screenshotted the email, while also printing a few copies. Then, I exited the email and logged out of the computer, leaving everything as I had left it, not wanting to show my hand too soon.

At least to Ethan.

Not until I could get my hands on him.

There would be no mercy.

Amelia’s POV

I still didn’t understand this emptiness inside of me, only that it existed and that it ached.

My family each seemed to take turns trying to cheer me up. Dad offered to play cards. Mom offered to take me to get my nails done. Sienna brought down some board games from her room. Jake offered to have the chef make my favorite meal.

Yet…

When I asked Dad if we could play my favorite card game, he didn’t know what it was. Mom didn’t understand that I liked to paint my own nails instead, I thought. Sienna didn’t know which color piece I wanted to play as in the board game. Jake couldn’t name my favorite meal.

Some of these things I didn’t know myself, but I was still certain when they had guessed wrong, and they seemed to guess wrong every time.

If I had spent all my life here, shouldn’t they know me inside and out? Shouldn’t Dad and I have been so practiced at the card games that we knew our favorites by heart? Shouldn’t I have a whole slew of my own nail polishes in my room? Shouldn’t Sienna pick the right color without even having to ask? Shouldn’t Jake have had my favorite meal a thousand times before at birthdays and other special occasions?

I wasn’t a stranger to them, they knew some things. But for someone who had lived with them since I was a baby, it didn’t feel like enough.

Unless, again, this was all my fault. Whatever I had done that led to them taking my pictures down had also lead to this clear rift between my family and me. That was the only plausible explanation.

The other, which I didn’t want to believe, was that Jake had been lying to me from the start.

Maybe this wasn’t my home after all.

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Maybe this wasn’t my family.

Was Annette even my name?

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