Crowned by the Man They Feared (Amelia and Jeremy) novel Chapter 538

Chapter 538 Diary

It was her late father’s handwriting.

Line after line, the words slammed straight into her eyes.

The strokes were steady and strong-each one carved into the page and carved into her heart.

Her fingertips brushed the paper, as if she could still feel the warmth he’d left behind.

The first page described the day she was three, the first time she wore her little backpack and went to preschool.

“Amelia walked through the preschool gates by herself today. She didn’t cry. She even turned around and smiled at me-like a tiny little sun.”

Amelia’s eyes instantly burned red.

Memories sealed away by time came rushing back like a tide.

She could almost see herself again-hair in little pigtails, clueless and wide-eyed, forcing herself to be brave.

And her father was standing not far away, pride and reluctance filling his eyes.

Her mom was there too, and her brothers-all of them seeing her off on her first day.

At three, most kids didn’t remember much.

But Amelia had always remembered unusually well-she still had fragments from when she

was two.

She drew in a shaky breath and kept turning pages. The entries were small and ordinary, but

warm.

There was her father’s excitement the first time she got a perfect score and the way he stayed up all night when she was sick with a fever.

There were also the sighs he swallowed during her rebellious teenage years…

He remembered everything clearly. Details she’d long forgotten were vivid under his pen.

So, every moment of her growing up had been quietly recorded-kept like treasure.

Further along, the narrative shifted to the time after her disappearance-nights filled with worry and dread that seemed endless.

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Between the lines was agony he couldn’t say out loud.

He had searched for her in secret for so long, using every connection he had-never once planning to give up.

Then came the part about finding her and the details of how he planned to keep her safe.

So, her mentor hadn’t lied. She’d been found-she’d been given her life back-because of her father.

After that, he didn’t dare bring her home right away, afraid those people would lock onto her again.

He entrusted her to Walter, asking him and the other mentors to train her until she could protect herself-then, and only then, come back.

Finally, she returned with the ability to survive.

But nothing was the same anymore.

“I don’t want to keep pretending I’m cold. Pretending I’m biased. I want to spoil my precious little princess. I want to talk to her—properly.

“But now Amelia is completely cold to me, completely distant from this family. Nothing can go back to how it was.

“Still… I don’t regret it. Compared to Amelia’s safety, nothing else matters.

“I’m useless. I couldn’t protect this family. I couldn’t give Amélia a home that felt safe.

“Seeing her find her other half-Hendrick’s only son… I believe a man raised by him won’t be bad.

“Knowing someone will love her and take care of her in my place … this old father can finally breathe.

“Maybe one day, I won’t get to see my little princess anymore. I won’t see her get married, have children, or live out her happiness.

“But my love for her will last for the rest of my life.”

Amelia couldn’t hold it anymore. Tears fell like broken pearls, splashing onto the yellowed pages and blooming into dark stains.

All those moments she’d misunderstood as coldness… as favoritism…

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In the face of his clumsy, profound love, they turned into sharp pain-tiny needles stabbing over and over into her heart.

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