Amelia's car above.

"Amelia!" I'm met by Mia as I go out of my car at Hardwood the next day.

"Hi, Mia."

Mia Wang is the daughter of the second richest man in Bluefall, Alexandra Wang. She and I have been friends forever. She is very low-key and I like that about her.

She hugs me. "Gosh! Are you okay?"

"Yes."

"I heard what everyone is saying about you and Adam and I got worried."

Ohhh. So apparently the headline of the rumour is 'The Truth about Amelia Smith's Marriage'.

It was said that I was really supposed to marry Liam but a few days before the wedding he caught me having sex with Adam so he flew away to Spain and left us to marry each other.

"I'm fine, Mia. Don't worry yourself."

"Okay, let's head in together."

"Amelia! I've been calling you all morning." I see Valerie approaching us.

"My phone is on silent."

"Alright. Are you okay?" She asks in a worried tone.

"Yes, I'm fine. It's not really a big deal. Rumours spread all the time."

"But everyone is talking about it."

"I don't care, Valerie."

"But you have to, Amelia." Mia says. "For months, no one has talked about this but now all of a sudden, there's a rumour out. What if someone is trying to dig the truth?"

I hear Camilla's voice from behind. "Calm your tits, Wang. It is not that deep."

"Hey."

She ignores my greeting. "My sources told me that someone wrote a very long article and sent it to Post Elite a few days ago."

Post Elite is the biggest gossip newspaper in Bluefall. It is where all the socialite and celebrity secrets are exposed.

Val frowns. "But I read Post Elite everyday. The article wasn't released."

"Yes because when they saw that it was about Amelia and Adam Black, they decided to run it by their main boss who prevented the release."

"Why would he or she do that?"

"No one wants to mess with Edward Smiths daughter and Adam Black's wife especially here in Bluefall." She answers.

I look at her. "Can I ask who your source is?"

"Hannah. Her mum is friends with the editor-in-chief of Post Elite. After she stopped the release, she called Hannah's mum and told her about it."

"Even though Post Elite release every possible gossip, they can never really release anything that would affect the council." Valerie says.

"Yes and you know what? Remember the time when Brent Cole was arrested for drug and arms dealing?" Mia speaks, whispering the last part.

"You guys remember how the news suddenly died down, right?" She asks and we nod again.

"I heard that during that period, the Coles secretly bought Post Elite so that they could cover everything up and prevent things like that from happening in the future."

Common rich people move.

"Wow." Val mutters.

I frown. "But if the article wasn't released, how did everything spread around here? Did Hannah tell someone?"

Camilla instantly shakes her head. "She only told Emily and I and that's because she wasn't able to contact you."

"How does the whole school know about it?"

"I don't know but I have set up an investigation. We are going to find out who the rumour spreader is and we're going to deal with him or her." She answers.

"That's not really necessary."

"Amelia, nobody messes with us and I've been bored to death lately. I need some drama right now." She says then look at Valerie. "Val, why don't you find Tara. Since you two know everyone, you should ask around and see if you can find out where the rumour came from."

"Alright, I will get right onto it. See you later." Val waves then walks away.

"She's such a good minion, isn't she?" Camilla says. Oh my.

I give her a disgusted look. "What are you talking about? Val is not your minion, she's our friend."

"She and Tara basically do everything we ask them to do. They are our minions." She chuckles.

I roll my eyes. "You're such a bitch."

"I know. This semester is boring as fuck, we have to shake up things around here."

What happened to her relationship with professor Aston?

"And your way of shaking things is finding out the person that started a rumour about Amelia?" Mia asks her.

"Finding out who the person is is the first step. We're going to ruin them and make sure they never mess with someone that's above them."

Mia raises an eyebrow at her. "What makes you think that you're above the person?"

"I'm number two on the hotlist, Wang and Amelia is number one. No one is really above us." Camilla grins.

****

"You are all a bunch of disappointments." My Entrepreneurship and Enterprise professor says.

"None of you gave me a good business plan. Not one person." He continues then walks to Evan and gives him a nasty look. "Not even you."

Evan is the smartest guy in the glass so I'm also kind of surprised but also know that Dr March is so strict. He always expect the best from us so sometimes, it's hard to deliver.

"I get that most of your parents are multimillionaires and billionaires but, I would like to remind you that that is not your fucking money, it is theirs. Just because your parents are rich doesn't mean that you should lie around like lazy asses and not think of a plan for your own future." Dr March goes on, walking around then he he finally stands in the front of the class with his arms crossed.

"As you know, this is guests week. Luckily for you, some people are going to be taking over for rest of the class. I hope they talk some senses into you because the reason that I invited this person in particular is because he is just like you. A kid born with a silver spoon in his mouth yet he managed to build his own billion dollar empire."

Shit! I close my eyes.

Not this class. Please!

"Today this class will be taken over by Adam Black, CEO of Black Industries and his CFO, Chase Handel." Dr March announces and everyone starts murmuring.

Out of all times, it's when there's a rumour going around and God! Did he have to come to this particular class. I can see most people staring at me.

"Interesting." The guy in front of me turns around and I push my face in my hands.

When I look up, I see Chase coming in with a smile on his face and behind him is Adam, wearing a black velvet suit.

He looks gorgeous. His hair is styled great. Sometimes, I forget that he is in his twenties. He is so mature and acts like a forty year old.

"All the girls are staring." Gwen, one of my friends from this class whispers to me.

"Hello, everyone." Chase greets. "My name is Chase Handel and this is my boss and good friend, Adam Black."

"Hello." Adam nods his voice smooth and sexy.

"Amelia looks like she's going to sink in her seat." One of my classmates, Matt says and everyone starts making 'oooh' sounds and laughing.

"Shut up, Matt." I say with an eye roll.

"So today, we will be talking to you guys about one thing." Chase says then turn on the project and one word appears on the board. 'Passion'

"Why are you here?" He asks. "Do you really want to run a business? If yes, how prepared are you? Do you have what it takes? And most importantly, how bad do you want it?" He taps on the board, specifically where 'passion' is written in bold capital letters.

"I think the biggest part of it is believing in yourself and what you want to do." Chase starts. "When Adam started, a lot of people didn't believe in him."

"Why?" Someone asks.

"I was just nineteen. I wanted to do something on my own. I wanted to go for what I am passionate about not what my father had set for me." Adam answers.

"Any guesses on what that might be?" Chase asks.

"Airplanes." Someone answers.

"Yes, when I was a kid, my father gave me a 16,000 dollar airplane toy. I didn't understand how a toy could be so expensive so I got a screw and deconstructed the whole thing to see if I can figure out what made it so."

"No, you didn't." A girl says.

"I did and when my father found out, he told me it was made with real platinum." Adam answers.

"So this guy over here doesn't like making people upset so he found a way to put the plane back together and I think that is how it all began, right, bro?" Chase smirks.

"Wait so you completely destroyed the toy but then fixed it back?"

"Yes and I destroyed again then fixed it again." Adam says.

"And again and again and again." Chase says.

Adam nods. "Yes, so after that, my parents thought it was cool so I got into making remaking my airplane toys. I also started visiting toy factories and saw how everything was made from scratch."

"Must have been an awesome experience."

"It was. I enjoyed every moment of it and when I was thirteen, a company asked if I wanted to design my own plane and then they would reproduce it and sell it. I obviously agreed, making that my first business deal."

Wow, he started his business at thirteen?

It's crazy to think that we've been married for months but I'm finding out things about him in this scenario.

I pull out my phone and send a message to our group chat.

You won't believe who just walked into my Entrepreneurship class.

💕 Bill Gates?

No! It's Adam. My husband.

💜You're kidding!

No, I'm not. He's here with his best friend, Chase Handel.

💗I bet everyone is eye fucking them. Adam Black and Chase Handel are the sexiest duo in the world😍🤤

I know, right?😩

"Texting in class? How classic, Ms Smith."

I gasp. "Oh my God! Aren't you supposed to be at the front of the class?" I glare at Adam who is standing right above me.

I can feel everyone staring at us.

"No, now hand me your phone." He opens his palm.

"You're not serious." I whisper.

"I am." He deadpans.

"I'm not giving you my phone. Are you cr-" He interrupts me by snatching the phone from my hand.

He looks at the screen then looks back at me. "So you are gossiping about me? Interesting."

I'm going to drown. I called him sexy. Well, agreed he is but same thing.

"Give me back my phone, Adam." I whisper.

"No."

"You are so annoying."

"I will give it to you after class."" He says.

"Is this you wanting me to stay after class? You should have just asked, Mr Black." I speak in a sweet, flirty manner.

He narrows his eyes. "You think you're funny, don't you?"

I smirk at him then watch him move from my desk so I turn my attention back to Chase.

"Brazil, Japan, France, Ireland. In all those countries, we met people who liked Adam's plan but they were scared to go in a deal with a nineteen year old. It was really hard and disappointing but he never gave up and then we finally got lucky in Russia. We met a widow who inherited her husband's company after he died. She knew nothing about managing a business so the company was on the verge of breaking down. We sat down, spoke with her and finally convinced her to sell the company to us." He shares with us.

"The company was a wreck when we took over. All it had was employees and a few supplies so Adam had to use more money to buy aluminium and more airplane making shit. Engineering is not my thing so I don't know about all that." He continues.

"Wha is your thing?" Someone suddenly asks.

I turn to see who it is and my eyes widen. The person that spoke is this weird girl that used to sit beside me. I have never heard her speak before.

"Excuse me?" Chase looks at her.

"You told us about your journey with Mr Black here. It's seems that you did everything together but everyone knows that he is the only owner of Black Industries. Why don't you own the company together?"

"Because everything was done with Adam's money not ours. I can not just be an owner because I was with him when he made the company. That is not how it works." Chase answers.

"Okay so did you offer to invest?"

"No, I did not. It was his dream to own an airplane company not mine. Why would I want to own something that is his?"

"It's not owning. It's sharing."

Seriously, what is her deal?

"This is really none of your business." I speak, glaring at her.

"No! It's like he is living in the shadow while your husband shines out to the world. They did everything together. Why not own the company together?" She challenges.

"Sweetheart, I told you. I don't want to own the company. I am the CFO. I took the job because I love dealing with numbers and money."

"But you were talking with so much passion. It seemed like you want the company."

"It wasn't passion. It's admiration. I respect the hell out of Adam and admire what he has done at his age. It's his company, girl. I'm just someone that will stand by him no matter what."

"You've done so much for him already. Why would you just dedicate your life to a friend? I don't get it." She says, irritatedly.

Then Chase stiffens. His eyes turn sad.

"Because he saved my life. I was practically living on the street when I met him. All I had was twelve dollars and worn out clothes."

"Chase." Adam growls in a warning tone.

"He took me to his house, gave me food and made sure that from that day, we did everything together and now, I am a fucking billionaire because of him. The question you were supposed to ask is; Why wouldn't I?"

Wow. The class suddenly goes quiet.

Chase living on the streets? Oh my God. I can't even imagine. My heart melts with the knowledge of Adam saving him as he said.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know." Weirdo whispers, her eyes filled with guilt.

"Yeah, that's why you're not supposed to be blabbing about shit you don't know about." Jacob glares at her from the end of the class.

"So moving on."' Chase smiles like nothing happened.

The rest of the class turned out really interesting. Chase and Adam took us in deeper in what running a business entails. People asked questions and they answered them well.

When the class ended, some girls went up to them. I'm sitting in my desk watching them. I can't hear what they are saying but they keep giggling. It's annoying so I get up and join them.

"Amelia, who's that girl?" Chase asks looking at the girls that asked him questions earlier.

I shrug. "Just some weirdo."

"You are a weirdo." Adam says to me.

I roll my eyes. "Why are you so annoying?"

He doesn't say anything so I just stare at his handsome face. "I've missed you." I say out of the blue then hug him.

"Yeah, definitely a weirdo." He mumbles, refusing to hug me back.

"Hiii." I hear Camilla's voice from behind. "We came as fast as we could." She says.

I remove my face from Adam's chest but don't let go of him so that I can see her.

She's wearing a sleeveless red chiffon dress with white polka dots and black heels. I see Nicole is by the door speaking with Jacob.

"Who was in your class?" I ask her.

"Georgina Chapman. She offered me an internship at Marchesa but I told her that I have already gotten one at Balmain." She grins and I nod.

"Hey, Chase." She smiles.

"Camilla, you look gorgeous." He says and takes her hand for a kiss.

"Thanks." She blushes.

****

"So we found out who spread the rumour around." Tara tells me as I sit with she, Valerie and Camilla.

"Who?"

"Caryl Crawford." Valerie answers.

I don't even know who that is.

"Who's that?" I ask, digging for my car keys in my Dolce and Gabbana handbag.

Tara and Val share a look. "She is a Sociology major. Third year."

Camilla clears her throat. "After they told me about that, I did some digging on Caryl and found a video of her dealing with cocaine so I went to her and confronted her."

"And what happened?"

"At first she was like, 'I'm not scared of you' and blah blah blah but after I showed her the video and told her that if she didn't talk, I would send it to Mr and Mrs Crawford. The bitch told me that she heard everything from her best friend, Irene." She elaborates.

I'm shocked. Because first of all, I don't know this Irene and secondly, Camilla. This is who she was before she became friends with us.

She enjoys threatening girls and dealing with drama. I don't even want to know how she got that video of Caryl.

"Irene Velasco?" Valerie asks and Camilla nods.

"And where is this Irene?" I sigh.

"She isn't here today. I'm thinking of going to her house but I'm going to be playing the best friend who hates you. I will come over to your house afterwards and tell you what happened." Camilla says.

That sounds crazy but she wants to help. I'm not going to stop her.

"Okay. I have to go to Adam's hotel now. I have a meeting." I tell them with a smile.

****

"Is that the new Dolce and Gabbana handbag?" That is how I'm greeted by one of the four girls that I will be discussing the bachelorette party with. I can't believe that I have a serious job.

I'm so fucking thrilled.

"Yes." I reply.

"It's not out in stores yet. How did you get it?" Another girl asks.

"Stefano Gabbana is a family friend. He sent it to me." I answer then sit, facing them. "Shall we start?"

I didn't miss the impressive looks on their faces as I mentioned Stefano Gabbana.

"Yeah, sorry." The first girl that spoke smiles. "I'm Janelle, the bride. These are my friends, Beverly, Tammy and Elena."

"I'm Amelia."

"Nice ring." Tammy comments and I thank her.

"Let's start." The bride says after smiling down at my ring.

"So what's your vision?" I ask her.

"Elegance, extravagant, fun, sexy."

I take that down on my iPad. "How many people are coming?"

"About forty."

Forty minutes later, Janelle and her friends finished explaining their vision. Janelle wants a Victoria Secret themed party. Her friends are going to be dressed in lingerie or bra and panties. She really wants to emphasise on the sexiness of it.

I'm so tired. I just want to go home and sleep.

"How was it?" Adam asks as I enter his office at the hotel.

"It was good but she wants a lot of things." I answer, running my fingers through my hair.

"Too much for you?"

I jump on the couch. "I can manage. I'm really excited."

"Alright. I trust you. I know you can give them what they want."

I smile, enjoying his faith in me. "Thanks."

There's a knock on the door so Adam asks the person to come in.

A man in his fifties comes in, wearing a chef coat, pushing a food tray. "I have brought the new dessert we would like to add on the menu, Mr Black." He says.

"Alright, Jean Paul. That's my wife over there."

"Hi." I smile at him.

"A pleasure to meet you, Mrs Black."

Adam stands up and walks to the food tray.

"It's a strawberry and raspberry ice cream with salted caramel sauce and white chocolate mousse." JeanPaul tells him.

He looks at me. "Amelia, do you wanna have a taste?"

"Sure." I look back then stand up from the couch and joins him.

He hands me a spoon. "Ladies first."