Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

Amelia didn't know what he wanted, but at least she hoped it wasn't just another stunt of his to get her attention. After all those things he had done to her, from intentionally making her fall to shouting at her after she tried so hard to save him from marrying that girl from the Blake family.

Finally exiting her car and parking it in front, a servant came to take the key as she ruffled her hair. Her black hair scattered in the cold night breeze, and the bright moonlight reflected her beauty as she passed through the door.

"Oh my~ Who is she? Ah, now I know. Isn't she the abandoned gold digger?"

Suddenly, a mocking womanly tone reached Amelia's ears as she entered the hallway leading to the staircase. She halted as she glanced toward a woman seated on the sofa, with two maids—one applying nail polish and the other giving her a foot massage—standing around her.

"What do you want?" Amelia, seeing her stepmother trying to pick on her once again, folded her arms, giving her a cold look as she glared at the woman.

"I don't want anything, unlike you, my poor bird." The woman seemed much more lively today as, with a smile and narrowed gaze, she looked down on Amelia, feeling finally satisfied knowing that, contrary to her expectations, even she thought that Damien just wanted Amelia's attention; he had finally married someone else.

"Prepare me some food; I am not in the mood to talk." Amelia rubbed her forehead, already feeling frustrated after dealing with too many things, and turned to leave for the staircase while ordering the maids to bring some food into her room.

"By the way, where is your new boyfriend? Huh?" The woman tilted her head, noticing no one was coming through the door, and remembering that her daughter had been seen with another man these days, she inquired with curiosity.

"He is not my boyfriend, and right now he should be in jail." Amelia, realizing that this woman was referring to Edward as her boyfriend just to annoy her even more, moved toward the staircase, recalling how Edward had been arrested by the police after being unconscious.

Not that she wanted to get involved with him now, considering she would most likely face backlash and that involving with him would tarnish her image.

After all, it had been proven that Edward had taken benzene, even though she could understand it was most likely Damien who had fed it to him. But there wasn't any proof, nor did she want anything to do with either of them.

"Huh? First Damien and now him? Pity. I never expected much from someone who ate her mother the moment she was born." The woman taunted, chuckling, folding her legs as she kept looking at Amelia, who walked to her room with her gaze lowered and fists tightened, not protesting.

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"Haaah, it was a bad day," Amelia said as she fell directly onto her bed, pulling the pillow over her face and burying it in exhaustion. Before she could collect her thoughts, her phone rang, prompting her to lazily reach for it. She answered, "Yes, Dad."

:: I saw the news that Edward got arrested. Talk to Uncle Max; he will arrange a lawyer. ::

A voice belonging to a middle-aged man came from the other side of the call, suggesting that Amelia contact the lawyer to help Edward.

"What? It would be a problem for my image, Dad. Leave him there for some time," Amelia replied, raising an eyebrow in confusion as to why her dad would call to save a mere bodyguard. Given that Damien had just gotten married today, it seemed likely that associating with Edward could harm her business.

According to public opinion, the most interesting headlines for them right now would be about how, after being abandoned by the rich second-generation heir, Amelia Crimwell started to pursue another man—a scenario she would never allow to happen.

:: Amelia, don't be a fool. Do you even know Edward's master was called the God of Medicine? Even the current ruling party's president has received a favor from him, so don't do anything reckless. ::

"Dad? Weren't you the one who always said when Damien got arrested to not do anything since it would harm our image? Now what?" Amelia was already frustrated from being forced to attend his marriage and witnessing how Damien looked down on her.

In her exasperation, she let slip whatever words came to her mind. She remembered the one time she thought of helping Damien because he had killed someone who was harassing her. Her dad had told her that the Crimwell family wasn't able to do anything because they needed to protect their image.

:: DON'T COMPARE THAT ABANDONED IDIOT WITH EDWARD! ::

Suddenly, Amelia's eyes widened the moment she heard her dad yelling. She distanced the phone from her ear before bringing it back as she asked, "Abandoned?"

:: Sigh, you don't know, do you? Damien Raphael was thrown out of his family on his birthday last week. This news is still not known, but it will be published soon, given that his kidnapping has triggered the Raphael family's reputation. ::

".....I see." Amelia, hearing his words, recalled the day when it was raining and she had forgotten his birthday. She remembered that it was the day when he might have had his title revoked, causing her to turn on her back and look at the ceiling for a moment before closing her eyes. 'Is this why he was desperate?'