Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 15

Not long after Amelia texted Diana back, a commotion broke out downstairs.

She wandered over to the window and peeked out. Two massive trucks were parked in the front yard, both overflowing with yellow roses, roots still tangled with dirt. Some gardeners hopped down, shovels in hand, and got to work without so much as a word, ripping out every last tulip from the garden.

Amelia leaned against the windowsill, quietly enjoying the destruction of the once-pristine flowerbeds. In just a few minutes, not a single tulip was left standing.

Honestly? It was deeply satisfying.

For the first time since she’d woken up that day, Amelia actually smiled, a real, relaxed smile.

At six o’clock sharp, Diana’s driver pulled up to pick her up.

Marian helped Amelia into the car, and as they drove off, Amelia caught a glimpse of Marian in the rearview mirror, secretly snapping a photo of the license plate. Probably sending Clive an update.

Amelia couldn’t care less.

Clive knew Diana’s car anyway, and he definitely knew how much Diana couldn’t stand him. Out in public, Clive always put on that perfect gentleman act, polite and composed, so he would never mess with Diana, who was basically a walking firework.

Now, all Amelia felt was relief. Thank god she hadn’t let her feelings for Clive mess with her head and dump Diana just because Clive didn’t like her.

Half an hour later, the car pulled into the parking lot at Blue Plate Special.

If she was going to do this, she was going all in. Amelia put on her sunglasses, grabbed her white cane, and kept up her blind-girl act as she walked into the restaurant.

A server rushed over to greet her. “Ms. Sadinton? Ms. Brooks is already waiting for you in a private room on the fourth floor. Would you like me to take you up?”

“No need,” Amelia said. “If you could just show me to the elevator, that’s perfect.”

With the server leading the way, Amelia found the elevator. As soon as the doors opened, she stepped in, pressed the button for the fourth floor, and watched the heavy doors slide shut.

Right before they closed, she glanced back, and caught a sudden rush of men in black suits storming the lobby, lining up on either side. The man in the middle was hidden from view.

Curious, Amelia slid her sunglasses down a bit and peeked through the gap between two of the bodyguards. She caught a glimpse of the man’s profile—tall, intense, wrapped in a dark suit that seemed to swallow the light around him. The only thing she could see clearly was his hand.

Long, graceful fingers. Sharp knuckles.

The second she opened the door, Diana barreled into her with a bear hug.

“Oh my god, Amelia! Let me look at you!” Diana held Amelia’s face in her hands, her eyes full of concern. “What happened? You’re so skinny! This is all Clive’s fault. I told you from the start, that jerk was no good!”

Diana had never liked Clive. Honestly, she was probably the only person on earth who thought he wasn’t good enough for Amelia.

Looking at Diana’s bright, familiar face, Amelia felt her eyes sting.

Her voice shook. “Diana, I missed you so much.”

People always say your best friend is the family you choose. For Amelia, Diana was every bit a sister.

Diana hugged her even tighter, patting her gently on the back. Amelia could feel Diana’s hand brushing right against her bones.

“Alright, let’s eat first! We’ll talk over dinner.”