Dearly Beloved by Amelia Wilde EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Amelia Wilde
- Language: English
- Genre: Billionaire Romance
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JACOB
Flying has zero redeeming qualities.
Jesus, fine—it has a few redeeming qualities, but only if you have
the means for a private jet. And, of course, I do have the means,
though not the inclination to be on this private jet at one p.m. GMT, my
head aching and a tightness in my chest that could be a heart attack. At this
point, it’s probably just chronic guilt.
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The guilt is an extra seatbelt across my chest while I pretend to watch
the flight attendant give her speech about the safety features of the plane.
It’s a Gulfstream G450, owned by Chambers Enterprise Ltd., and I’ve taken
enough flights on it that I already know the locations of the emergency
exits.
For most of my life, there would have been no question about what I’d
do if the plane went down. I’d don my oxygen mask when it descended
from the overhead compartment. I’d take my life preserver from under my
seat, place it over my head, and clip the fasteners. I would not inflate it until
I was in the water.
I’d participate in the effort to save my ass.
Now I don’t know.
No matter what I do with my life, a part of my legacy will always be
that my father is Wilson Chambers, and my mother, Margaret, stayed
happily, ignorantly married to him and enjoyed a life of wealth and leisure
while he blithely ruined people’s lives.
The business consortium he and by extension his company were part of
gutted companies, fired people indiscriminately, and—oh, yes—planned
and directed the murder of one of its members and his wife, leaving their
four children orphaned and alone.
I know, I know—there are arguments to be made in my defense. I was
only sixteen at the time. I didn’t know my father was an accessory to
murder. I was too young to be any good at dealing with other people’s grief.
There’s nothing I could have done.
Most of that is bullshit. I was sixteen at the time. James and Natalie Hill
were longtime friends with the members of the Consortium. And their
second son, Gabriel, was my boyfriend.
What kind of heinous monster breaks up with his boyfriend just after his
parents have been murdered? What kind of colossal prick does it over text
when said boyfriend no longer has a house to live in and his oldest brother
barely survived a four-story fall from the burning building?
That would be me. I’m that kind of heinous monster. I’m that kind of
colossal prick. When my father and his crony Bettencourt strongly
suggested that I should break up with Gabriel, I went along with it.
Not because I didn’t love him. Of course I loved him. It’s impossible
not to love Gabriel Hill. He’s smart and beautiful and back then he took his
family’s wealth seriously but not too seriously. He lit up any room he
walked into and still does.
But my sixteen-year-old heinous monster of a self didn’t know what to
say in the face of what had happened. I didn’t know how to visit Gabriel in
some random apartment in the city instead of the big, gorgeous house he’d
grown up in. I was a coward, so I didn’t even try.
And when I knew —
Well.
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