Noemi’s eyes went cold as she stared at Amelia, “So you’re really going to abandon the Visconti legacy?”
Amelia stepped closer, getting right in her face.
“Are you threatening me?” Amelia’s voice was deadly calm.
“Hasn’t this whole thing been a threat?” Noemi shot back with a sneer.
Amelia’s eyes flashed: “I thought we were having a conversation.”
“Right…” Noemi laughed bitterly. “Amelia, you’re a woman who lives off the Harrison family. What makes you think you can negotiate with me?”
She waved her phone, showing a text from Vivian.
Then pointed toward a side exit.
Nathan was standing there, clearly deep in conversation with someone.
Vivian.
Even in regular clothes, it was obviously her.
Amelia felt bitter amusement. Nathan had refused Vivian’s call right in front of her, but apparently he’d brought her here anyway.
“Amelia, Nathan hasn’t loved you in years,” Noemi said “Your little princess act in the Harrison family? It’s over.”
“Think you can just wait for Vivian to die, then pretend nothing happened and keep playing wife?”
“Dream on.”
Noemi’s voice was sharp, but Amelia was still watching Nathan lean in close to Vivian, checking something on her phone.
In the dim lighting, they looked intimate.
“See enough?”
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Noemi continued: “Vivian and I are teaming up. Taking over what’s left of the Visconti assets at Harrison Corp will be easy.”
Amelia finally turned back to Noemi, catching her smug expression as she went on: “Besides, the Visconti family’s glory days died with Andrea. Now? It’s nothing”
Seeing Amelia’s face, Noemi’s smile got nastier.
“How’s it feel?”
“Pissed off?”
Something twisted crept into Noemi’s expression, making her look almost pathetic.
“You know what, Amelia? I hate you way more.”
“Didn’t you win some bet against him?”
Noemi’s voice carried barely contained venom: “Fine. Let’s make our own bet. You win, I leave the
Visconti assets alone. You lose, pick one–either I take over everything, or you tell me what really went
down in France.”
Noemi swirled her wine: “We’ll bet on Miss. See all those glasses? Bet you can find the right one.”
Amelia studied Noemi.
Feeling genuinely sad.
“You’re not the Noemi I used to know,” she said quietly.
The proud, elegant Miss Harrison would never have stooped to this kind of dirty manipulation.
What had happened to change her so completely?
“What, scared to bet?” Noemi’s bravado was obviously fake.
But Amelia smiled.
“Southwestern France vineyard.”
“Mathis’s private winery, Smooth, incredible flavor with amazing fruit notes.”
“He made it himself four years ago. Red wine, deep gerdstone color,”
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Watching Noemi’s confidence crumble, Amelia continued: “What you brought back is from his private reserve. Mathis’s winery doesn’t make garbage. This is your debut party–your official entrance into New York society. Everyone’s going to find out you brought back Mathis’s personal collection. You wouldn’t risk using fakes.”
“Noemi, want me to keep going?”
Seeing Noemi frozen in place, Amelia calmly walked to the wine table, studied the options, selected one glass, tasted it briefly, and came back.
She held up her right hand, the wine catching the light like liquid rubies.
The glass bottom had “214” etched in–part of the wine guessing game.
The answer key was already sitting on stage, just not revealed yet.
Amelia stood there quietly, watching Noemi.
The moment she’d gotten Noemi’s text, she’d started planning for this.
Wine tasting–obviously about wine.
Debut party–about entering high society.
Visconti family, France, finance, Mathis–all roads led to the same person. Basic research would reveal his vineyard location, grape regions.
Amelia never walked into fights blind.
Wine selection and tasting?
She was Miss Visconti, from a family that had nearly become New York’s fourth major power. Of course
she knew this stuff.
Plus…
Amelia glanced at Noemi while keeping Nathan and Vivian in her peripheral vision.
All those business trips with Nathan, especially that Jain deal where their client was obsessed with wine. She’d studied this extensively.
One sip of any of these wines and she’d know what it was.
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“So I won, right?” Amelia asked when Noemi still didn’t respond.
Noemi stayed silent, just glaring
“Is this how you beat him back then?” Noemi snarled.
“No.” Amelia’s voice went quiet.
That nightmare victory had cost her everything–her health, her baby.
She’d gambled on whatever humanity Mathis had left
The wine looked like flowing blood.
Just like the blood everywhere when she’d lost the child.
Amelia suddenly felt freezing cold.
That ice cold water had been so damn cold.
“No?” Noemi refused to accept it, practically hyperventilating,
“He was a total player back then–and that’s being nice. The guy was basically evil, screwing over business partners for sport. So how the hell did you pull it off!”
“Amelia, what did you actually do?”
Amelia looked at her steadily, still holding the wine.
“Noemi, like you said–it wasn’t about what I did. Harrison Corp broke through the tech barriers.”
Noemi went speechless.
Those were her own damn words she’d always used against Amelia.
But hearing them thrown back at her, she realized even she believed deep down that everything was
connected to Amelia somehow.
Watching Noem) struggle for words, eyes getting red, Anelia looked away.
“So can I get my answer now?” she said. “Did I win? The Visconti family…”
“You didn’t win shit!” Noemi’s voice suddenly exploded drawing stares from around the room.
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“Tine, that’s Miss, so fucking what?” Noemi laughed harshly. “The Visconti family is already dead.”
“The Viscontis are just a Harrison Corp division now. Your once mighty family is Harrison Corp’s bitch!”
“Amelia, your father’s been dead for years. Even if you guessed right about Miss, so what-”
SPLASH…
“AH!”
The entire glass of red wine cascaded down Noemi’s front.
Deep red liquid streamed down her face and soaked through her dress, dripping steadily like blood.
The empty wine glass remained in Amelia’s hand.
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