All Chapters of CHASING HIS SUPERSTAR WIFE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Amelia's POVHe had said he was going on a trip, but here he was, beaming a wild smile as he hugged her in a selfie. There were so many pictures of them hanging out and having so much fun. It looked so much like it was more of a date than a business trip. He earlier said it was business matters that he needed to handle.Weeks turned into a month. James came back from his trip today, and I had arranged the house to be perfect. Every piece of furniture was sparkling clean.But as I sat in the living room, thoughts filled my head. Our marriage was nothing more than an arrangement. A business deal between our families.Love wasn't really ever a part of our marriage; we just played the part, but I had convinced myself that maybe, just maybe, we were starting to build something real.After the years we spent together. I sighed, smoothing out the creases in my dress. I had always tried to see if maybe if I tried hard enough, he would finally see me.Then there was the worst. I hadn't been a

Amelia's POVThe facial expression of the doctor was convincing enough."You might be pregnant, Amelia!! You might be pregnant!" she said, standing up from her seat and walking towards me.Yeah, I think so too; I suspected it, although it came as a shock."After the timeless wait, you'd have your own anytime soon. It's a big shame to your haters, girl! The doctor said, laughing loudly and obviously not sensing how bad I felt this situation was. I had turned pale.I turned to face her slowly. "What's the possibility of a wrong result, Julie? I mean... this is my first, so complications may have arisen or something."I watched as her excited mood turned sour immediately, her eyebrows furrowing. "Umm, yeah, that’s possible, Amelia. Your pregnancy test report, can you go get it? Let’s be one hundred percent sure."Phew, I felt a bit relieved and hopeful by the doctor's words; I felt my palms starting to get sweaty and my face pale as ever. Minutes later I was back, already seated and read

Amelia's POVI was still thinking about that question when the car pulled away from the airport.James. The chairman of the company handling my construction project was James.I sat in the back seat and stared at the city moving past the window, and let it all settle.Two years. I had spent two years in London building something from nothing. I had come back to this country with a plan. It had all been a clear, specific, carefully constructed plan. And somehow James Sinclair had managed to plant himself right in the middle of it without either of us arranging it.Priya was in the seat beside me, tablet open, already moving through the morning schedule. She had the particular stillness of someone who knew they had done something wrong and was hoping it would not be addressed.It was going to be addressed."Priya," I said."Ma'am.""James Holding PLC." I kept my voice even. "When did you know?"There was a pause. It was short but also telling."The contract was finalized three weeks ago

Amelia's POVThe dress was black.It was not the soft, apologetic kind of black that women wore when they were trying not to be noticed. This was sharp black. Structured. It was the kind that walked into a room before you did.I stood in front of the mirror in the hotel suite and looked at myself for a long moment. Priya had laid out three options on the bed, and I had picked this one without hesitating."Mrs. Brooks called," Priya said from behind me, checking her tablet. "Liam had his dinner. He fought the bath. He lost, and he's asleep.""Good." I reached for my earrings. They were small diamonds and nothing loud."The car is downstairs. Arthur Harrington's people confirmed your table is near the front." Priya paused. "It's going to be a full room tonight. A lot of industry people. Press at the entrance."I put the second earring in and looked at my reflection one more time."Good," I said again.* * *I had forgotten how loud American money sounded.The Harrington ballroom was ful

Amelia's POVLondon — Two years earlier A week went by.There was no call, no email, and nothing from the casting office.I didn't let myself think about it too much. Diana had told me a long time ago that waiting was part of the work and the women who couldn't handle the waiting were the ones who usually fell apart between jobs. So I trained. I took Liam to the park. I read three scripts that Diana sent me for other projects. I cooked badly and let Liam eat the results, and he didn't complain because he was ten months old and not yet a food critic.But on the eighth day my phone rang.It was an unknown number."Miss Sinclair," a woman's voice. It was professional and clipped. "I'm calling on behalf of Greg Peters. He'd like to meet with you personally to discuss the project. Are you available Thursday?"I sat up straight on the sofa. Liam was asleep in the next room, and Diana was out."Thursday works," I said. My voice was completely steady."Wonderful. Mr. Peters will send the det