The Biker's quintuplets Mum

Amelia

The first thing I felt was warm, clean air. Not the damp, metallic smell of the prison. I opened my eyes slowly, expecting darkness, but instead I saw bright light, flowers, and people sitting in rows. I blinked hard. Where was I?

Wedding music played in the background, my heartbeat picked up as I looked around, trying to make sense of it. This wasn’t the prison, I literally just died in prison. Is this heaven? I looked around, confused, because this place felt familiar. This garden, I knew it well, I have been here before.

This was Adele’s wedding, how the hell was that possible? Was my mind playing tricks on me? Was I reliving my past before going to hell?

My eyes dropped to my hand, and I almost jerked out of my seat. Declan was holding it, this was real. He was sitting right beside me like nothing was wrong. Like he hadn’t destroyed my life. Like I hadn’t died because of everything connected to him.

I snatched my hand away immediately and bolted out of the seat. I had been reborn. Three years earlier, I put my hand over my mouth in shock. I had been given a second chance.

My hands were shaking too much. I touched my face, no swelling, no bruises. I checked my side, no wound. I was whole, and somehow back in the past.

I looked around and saw everyone staring at me like I was acting weird. I looked toward the front. Adele was standing there in her wedding dress, staring at me nervously while her makeup artist adjusted her veil.

Declan leaned toward me and whispered, “Amelia, what are you doing? Sit down, do you want to ruin your friend’s wedding?”

Of course I was going to ruin my best friend’s wedding. I couldn’t let her marry a man who would end up killing her. But what could I say to make Adele believe me right now without sounding completely crazy?

The pastor looked at me. “Is there a reason why you do not consent to their marriage, miss?”

My eyes went wide, so that was why everyone was murmuring and giving me those weird looks. God really has a sense of humor, because why would I come back at the exact moment she was about to say I do? I remembered in my previous life I was crying when she said it, but I know better now.

Declan frowned. “Amelia, what’s the problem? Why are you trying to embarrass your friend?”

He tugged at my arm as I tried to walk toward the altar. “Amelia, sit down. What are you doing?”

I pulled my arm out of his grip. “I need to talk to Adele,” I said, my voice shaking.

I walked forward, and Adele met me halfway.

“What’s wrong, Amy? Why are you trying to ruin my happy moment? We planned this together.” Adele clutched her bouquet to her chest, panic clear on her face.

“I swear to you, I am not crazy. I just, I got a second chance at life, and if I explain it, you will probably think I’m crazy. But please, do not go ahead with this wedding.”

Adele looked at me like I had grown horns. “Girl, what are you even saying? You got a second chance? We literally just finished smoking weed before coming here. Are you sure you are not high?” she asked, looking around like someone should come save her from me.

“Listen to me. Do you trust me?” I asked. She nodded. “Then you know I would never do anything to ruin your life. If you go ahead and marry Killian, you will die on this same day three years from now. It sounds crazy, but it’s real.”

“I trust you, but you are not making sense, Amelia. I can’t call off my wedding because of your speculation. I need actual proof,” Adele said.

Jesus. How was I supposed to prove something like this with no evidence? I thought for some seconds, ahh Yes, Declan and Killian were best friends, and in my former life I had seen those freaky chats between them about the girls they slept with.

“Check Killian’s phone. The chat between him and Declan, there has to be something there,” I said.

Adele marched back to where Killian was standing and asked for his phone. He refused at first, insisting he wasn’t handing it over, but he eventually gave it to her. She scrolled, and her eyes went wide. I rushed to her side, she handed me the phone, and sure enough, there were disgusting chats between him and Declan.

“You have been cheating on me! You even said you are only with me because of the money,” she spat, shouting at him. They argued for a few moments, Killian trying to beg her, that it was a mistake.

She pulled off her ring and threw it at him. I grabbed her hand and tried to drag her out of the garden with me.

Declan stepped in front of me. “Babe, what did Killian do to deserve such cruel treatment?” he asked. I looked at him with pure disdain.

He looked humble right now, but I knew exactly who he was, the desperate fashion designer dating me only because he wanted me to fund his career, drain all my money, ruin me, and eventually have me murdered.

I stepped closer to him. “I don’t care what you or Killian feel, but as for me and you? It’s over.”

“Wait, what? Because Adele broke up with Killian? What does that have to do with us?” he asked.

“Everything. I don’t want anything to do with you again. Don’t come to my house, my company, or anywhere near me. This is the end. Go find someone else to leech off, okay?”

Declan stared at me for a long moment, like he was trying to process that I was serious.

“You really mean that?” he asked, like he thought I was joking.

“I really mean it,” I said, stepping back. “I am done. Don’t follow me, don’t call me, don’t even look for me.”

He shook his head slowly, like he didn’t fully believe it, but I didn’t give him a chance to argue. I grabbed Adele’s hand, and we walked out of the garden together, leaving both Killian, Declan and the guests standing there.

Author's note: wedding destroyed. Deserved....

Amelia to Adele"that's my best friend, she's a real bad b*tch, got her own money". Sorry I forgot the remaining lyrics😂😂

Love me a best friend that is not dumb in love