Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 314

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 314**

**Chapter 314**

Perhaps what I truly required was a touch of assistance from someone who excelled in the art of strategizing…

**Amelia’s POV**

I blinked, and in that fleeting moment, it felt as though the very fabric of reality had shifted. The bottle Sienna had handed to me just moments ago now lay shattered on the floor, its glass shards glinting ominously under the dim light. Sienna, with an almost supernatural swiftness, had retreated several paces away from me, her expression a mix of surprise and concern.

A frown creased my forehead, confusion swirling within me like a tempest. “What just happened?” I managed to stammer, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sienna stood there, her body tense, as if coiled like a spring ready to release. It was only when she began to relax that I noticed the tension in her shoulders easing. She regarded me with a searching gaze, as though she were waiting for me to say something profound, and then finally spoke, “You are such a butterfingers that you dropped it.”

My heart raced, a wave of embarrassment washing over me. “Oh,” I exclaimed, panic rising in my chest. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t even realize… let me clean it up.”

“Stay put,” Sienna instructed firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. She strode over to the closet, retrieving a broom and dustpan with an air of determination. “I’ve got it covered.”

Her demeanor was decidedly more distant than it had been just moments before, and a sense of unease settled heavily in my stomach. Perhaps she was upset with me for ruining her potion, and guilt gnawed at my insides. I truly didn’t recall dropping the bottle, nor did I hear any crash or commotion.

Gods, what was happening to me? Was I losing my grip on reality?

**Claire’s POV**

The revelation that Amelia had not perished in that hospital, despite what we had all been led to believe, sent shockwaves through my mind. My first instinct was to uncover how much Damien knew about the situation.

Ethan’s surveillance had revealed that Damien had been spending time with someone named Annette, a woman whose striking resemblance to Amelia only deepened my suspicions. I was left to wonder just how much Damien was aware of or suspected regarding Amelia’s fate.

“You’re the one who’s been having me followed,” he retorted, a low growl lacing his words. He lowered the papers in front of him, his eyes narrowing. “I find it curious that you’d choose to spend so much time with someone who looks so much like your deceased wife.”

“Coincidence,” he replied dismissively.

“Is it really?” I pressed, leaning forward slightly, eager to unearth the truth. “Or do you spend so much time with her because you feel guilty for your negligence that led to Amelia’s death?”

In an instant, Damien was on his feet, his reaction explosive. “You are the one who arranged her killing!”

In that moment, clarity washed over me. His vehement response indicated that he truly believed Amelia was dead. This revelation could serve as a valuable asset for me moving forward.

But for the time being…

With a resigned sigh, I rolled my eyes, feigning exasperation. “If you had only chosen me as your Luna, we could have avoided this entire mess.”