Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 566

Amelia had only met George once, but she knew—deep down—that this man would do anything for her if push came to shove.

One thing was clear: George never truly saw Ryan as a real member of the Packman family.

Amelia didn’t even want to imagine what Ryan had gone through in that house over the years. Whatever it was, it had to be hell.

“He needs my blood to stay alive. I need the Packman family’s power and money to reach my own goals.” Ryan’s voice was low, gentle, trying to calm her. “That’s a fair deal, Amelia.”

“Fair, my ass!” Amelia almost never swore, but she couldn’t hold it in. “What kind of goal is worth risking your life for?”

Ryan looked right at her, his words slow and stubborn. “For me, it’s worth it.”

Amelia felt her heart squeeze painfully tight. It was suddenly hard to breathe.

She got it now. Some huge, crushing emotion hit her all at once—like a tidal wave breaking loose inside her. It was too much, threatening to swallow her whole.

Just then, the front door’s lock clicked, and a second later it swung open.

Nathan barreled in, holding two kitchen knives.

“Ryan! I came to—” He stopped short, seeing Ryan on the couch, Amelia beside him.

Nathan tossed the knives aside and gave a goofy grin. “Oh, hey, didn’t realize my future sister-in-law was here too.”

Amelia just stared at him, speechless.

Ryan picked up a throw pillow and lobbed it at Nathan.

“Quit being an idiot.”

Nathan caught the pillow, smirking. “Sorry, Amelia, my mouth works faster than my brain.”

Ryan didn’t look mad at all. If he was, Nathan figured, he would’ve thrown something a lot less fluffy.

“It’s late,” Ryan said to Amelia. “Nathan can drive you home. But if you want to stay over, he can get a guest room ready.”

Nathan hugged the pillow and shuffled over, looking put-upon. “So I’m either your driver or your maid, huh?”

There was something she’d been wanting to ask.

“Mr. Morris, can you wait for me in the car? I’ll be right out.”

Nathan, who could not have been more of a third wheel, grinned. “You got it. I’m outta here.”

He slipped out, leaving just Amelia and Ryan alone.

Now, finally, she asked the question that had been on her mind.

“Why do you call me princess? And you said you liked me even before college. Did we know each other before then?”

She was so confused.

As far as Amelia knew, the first time she met Ryan was at college orientation, freshman year. He’d had this wild, bleach-blond hair and was napping in the last row by the window.

She remembered introducing herself, then catching a glimpse of that head of gold hair lifting up. He was stupidly handsome, half-awake and squinting at her, and he just kept staring until she felt so flustered she could barely finish her speech.