Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 268

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 268**

**Chapter 268**

**Sienna’s POV**

A tempest of fury roared within me, fueled by the glaring injustice that unfolded before my very eyes. Just like before her memory slipped away, Amelia was effortlessly claiming everything she desired, as if the universe conspired to grant her every whim without so much as a flicker of effort. Meanwhile, I stood there, abandoned and overlooked, left to wallow in the shadows yet again.

It wasn’t merely Ian’s attention that stung the most—though that wound was fresh and raw. No, it was the way my parents and Jake showered her with affection, a deluge of love that I hadn’t felt in ages. They didn’t even have the decency to attend my graduation ceremony because Amelia was feeling under the weather. The weight of that betrayal settled heavily on my chest, an insult layered upon an injury, time after time.

I had made the effort to embrace the new Amelia, to welcome her with open arms, and I had genuinely meant it when I said I preferred this version of her to the Annette of old. For a fleeting moment, I even found myself liking her. But now, after enduring six long years of being relegated to second place—within my family, among my pack, and in matters of the heart—I was utterly exhausted from pretending everything was fine.

As I watched Amelia effortlessly draw people into her orbit once more, I couldn’t help but wonder if her charm was somehow innate, a kind of magic that required no conscious effort on her part. Perhaps it wasn’t a matter of her actively trying to manipulate those around her; it simply happened, as if she were a magnet for admiration and affection.

Deep down, I didn’t believe she was fabricating her amnesia. That left me with only one plausible explanation for her continued influence over everyone—she was unwittingly ensnaring them in her web of charm.

Even now, as I expressed my feelings, her eyes softened with a sadness that twisted my insides. It was as though I had dealt her the blow, rather than the truth that she had taken everything from me and then feigned confusion when I reacted with anger.

“I don’t understand, Sienna,” she said, her voice laced with a sincerity that felt almost insufferable. “I’m truly sorry if I made you feel that way. Please, just tell me what I did wrong and how I can make it right.”

“Don’t pretend to care,” I shot back, my voice sharp as a knife. “Stop acting like you’re the most spoiled brat to ever walk the earth. Everything is handed to you on a silver platter. You have no idea what it feels like to be cast aside and looked down upon.”

“You are my sister, and I love you,” Amelia insisted, her stubbornness shining through the cracks of her facade.

For a fleeting moment, a flicker of sisterly affection ignited within me, only to be swiftly extinguished by a wave of indignation. How dare she attempt to manipulate my feelings?

This was nothing more than a game to her. The sweetness, the façade of sisterly love—it was all a ruse, a performance she was putting on for the world to see.

She didn’t genuinely care about me. No one did. I was a mere afterthought in her life, a shadow lingering in the background.

“You aren’t my sister,” I lashed out, my words dripping with venom. I wanted her to feel the sting of rejection, to experience the ache that had become my constant companion, especially in light of Ian’s indifference. I wanted her to grasp the weight of the neglect I felt from our parents, from Jake, from Uncle Benedict, and everyone else who surrounded us.

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