Amelia's POV:
I turned to face Richard. His expression was unreadable. I replayed what he had just said in my head.
"You knew about the gift box?" I asked, my voice a whisper.
"Is that why you're acting up?" He scoffed.
Acting up?
I got out of the bed, staring at Richard. "Did you even see it? It wasn't just anything "
"He made a painting of the both of you f*****g. Big deal Amelia, big deal."
I couldn't believe this man. "Really? He had no right to do that and send it to....wait....you saw it?"
I felt my blood run cold. Richard didn't reply, but the glint in his eyes told me all I needed to know.
"Everything in this packed house passes through me first." He said. "It was nothing personal."
I grabbed my hair. The images were running through my head like mad. I couldn't believe
