Crowned by the Man They Feared (Amelia and Jeremy) novel Chapter 382

**Broken by Destiny by George Orwell**
**Chapter 382: Truth on the Edge**

Amelia crossed her arms defiantly, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she said, “You know, it’s actually quite nice to have family around. Perhaps Gianna should just move back in with her aunt. I mean, doesn’t she always make a fuss about needing to move out to make room for me?”

Gianna, on the other hand, was a master at turning the smallest inconveniences into grand tragedies. The moment something minor went awry, she would dissolve into tears, as if the universe itself had conspired against her.

She constantly threatened to move out, claiming it was to clear the way for Amelia, but Amelia was fed up with these empty declarations.

Finally, it seemed there was a legitimate reason to kick her out of their shared home.

“That’s not what I meant!” Gianna’s voice rose in panic, her eyes wide with realization that she had unwittingly walked into a trap from which she could not escape.

Amelia raised an eyebrow, her expression a mix of mockery and disbelief. “You always fall back on phrases like ‘that’s not what I meant’ or ‘you misunderstood me.’ So tell me, what do you actually mean, Gianna?”

Amelia’s tone was sharp, cutting through the tension like a knife. Gianna could feel the heat rising in her cheeks; it was clear that Amelia relished these moments, enjoying the way she could put on a show. But in truth, Gianna’s theatrics were only effective on a select few of the clueless Nygards.

“Ms. Nygard, there’s really no need to be so harsh. After all, you two have been living under the same roof for quite some time now,” Regina interjected, her voice calm but firm.

Regina was determined to protect her daughter from any public humiliation. She wouldn’t let Amelia have the satisfaction of making Gianna feel small.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but I haven’t lived under their roof for long at all. Didn’t Gianna mention that? And by the way, you two are related,” Amelia shot back, her words carefully chosen to sting.

“And honestly, you do look quite alike. It’s almost as if you’re more like mother and daughter than aunt and niece,” she added casually, a smirk playing on her lips.

Gianna felt a wave of guilt wash over her, a cold sweat forming on her back. Her heart raced as she caught Miguel glancing over at them, having overheard Amelia’s words. Panic surged through her veins.

“Amelia, what nonsense are you spouting? She’s my aunt, not my mother! Don’t say things that could lead to misunderstandings!”

Had Amelia uncovered something? The thought sent a chill down her spine. It was impossible, wasn’t it?

Even though Regina was her biological mother, the resemblance between them was tenuous at best. Regina had undergone extensive plastic surgery, practically reinventing her own face. This was exactly why Gianna could bring her to public events without a hint of worry.

“Relax. It’s just words. Why are you so spooked?” Jeremy scoffed, a hint of amusement in his voice.

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