Revenge Looks Good on Me (Amelia and Sebastian) novel Chapter 7

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The comments were split fifty–fifty: half calling Amelia a vicious monster who should be shipped back to the countryside, the other half praising Sophia for being so kind and forgiving even after losing her sight.

Any other day, old Amelia would’ve lost her appetite and cried. But today? She kept scarfing down her food with zero drama.

She even liked one of the harshest comments. And replied from her official Twitter account–the verified one Sophia had made her create when she first came back to the Bennett family. She’d never used it before.

Today she did.

“You typed a whole essay, so you must be right!”

The reply shot straight to the top. Within seconds, the comment section exploded with 999+ new replies.

“LMAO I’ve never seen anyone this dumb–literally begging to get roasted!”

“Does Amelia have a pain kink or something? She’s out here asking for more hate comments??”

Amelia read a few, grinned, then locked her phone and went back to her meal like nothing had happened.

Three days later, the driveway of the Sterling family mansion was lined with luxury cars as far as the eye could see.

Every big–name mogul in town showed up with a stunning date on his arm for Vanessa’s 30th birthday bash. Paparazzi swarmed the place like locusts, cameras flashing nonstop.

Jonathan Sterling–Sebastian’s dad—had flown in from overseas to celebrate his much–younger trophy wife. Pretty much every heavyweight in international business was there, along with a handful of Hollywood A–listers.

The whole night screamed one thing: Vanessa was getting the full royal treatment.

Laura wheeled Sophia in. Vanessa wasn’t exactly thrilled about Sophia marrying into the family, but she still played nice for the cameras.

The second guest spotted Sophia’s bandaged eyes, and the whispers started flying-

“Poor Sophia–Amelia really blinded her? If I were Laura. I’d rip Amelia’s eyes right out.”

“Blood is supposed to be thicker than water, but clearly the adopted daughter is the one Laura actually cares about.”

Sophia’s best friend, Brittany, jumped in, all fired up. “Sophia, you’re way too nice! Why are you still defending that psycho Amelia?”

Megan piled on, fuming. “Seriously–if it were me. I’d in her alive.”

Sophia kept her head down, but a tiny smirk the kered voice, she said, “Don’t blame Amelia, guys. It’s my fault had, she wouldn’t have ended up in that village getting

oss her lips. Then, in her sweetest, most fragile the big sister–I should ve found her sooner. If 1 You know. taken advantage of by some old creep‘

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Chapter 7 She Does Have a Ticket

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The crowd gasped. Brittany’s eyes went wide. “Wait–she was raped? Then how the hell can she still marry Sebastian?”

Sophia grabbed Brittany’s arm like a scared little girl. “Please don’t tell anyone! It wasn’t her fault–she lost her innocence by accident. Don’t ruin her life.”

Inside, though, Sophia was doing cartwheels. She was dying for Brittany to scream it from the rooftops. Once word got out that Amelia wasn’t “pure,” there was no way Sebastian would still want her.

Just then, the entire room went quiet.

A breathtaking girl stepped through the entrance. Perfect makeup, glowing skin, cherry–red lips, a killer red dress that hugged every curve, hair swept up to show off her elegant back, and sky–high heels sparkling with black crystals. Every head turned. She was straight–up mesmerizing.

“Who is that goddess?” someone muttered. “I’ve never seen her in Kingsley circles before.”

“She’s prettier than any actress here–like, ten times hotter.”

Then someone yelled, “That’s Amelia!”

The room exploded.

“Wait–Amelia? The same Amelia everyone said was ugly and dressed like a bumpkin? She looks like a freaking supermodel!”

“Why is she even here? The scandal’s still trending!”

Sophia’s fists clenched behind her bandages.

That bitch showed up looking like this? Who the hell was she trying to seduce?

Amelia ignored the stares, grabbed a champagne flute, and strutted straight over to Sophia in her wheelchair.

“Sophia,” she said with a sweet smile, “I’m here. Are you happy?”

Sophia forced a wounded look. “Amelia, we let the whole house–burning thing slide because we’re family. But Vanessa didn’t invite you. Please don’t ruin her birthday. Don’t do anything crazy.”

Her voice carried just far enough for everyone to hear.

Brittany’s voice shot up. “Vanessa never sent you an invite, and you still crashed? Have some shame. Amelia!”

The crowd turned on her instantly. “She really showed up uninvited? That’s pathetic”

“Just a pretty face with zero class.”

An old sleazeball even stepped forward, leering. “Hey, Amelia, forget these rich boys. Come with me–l give you ten grand a month. I don’t care about your pas

He reached out a greasy hand.

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