Revenge of Love (Lost in Love #1)

Amy My name is Amanda Collins, and honestly, life couldn’t be better. At least, that’s what people think when they hear my name. They hear *heiress* and picture a spoiled princess dripping in diamonds, sipping champagne while the world bends at her feet. That’s not me. Yes, my dad is one of the wealthiest businessmen in the country. Yes, technically, I’m an heiress. But I’ve built my own life outside of his shadow, and I’m proud of that. If anything, I work harder because of the assumptions people make about me. High school? Graduated top of my class. College? Valedictorian with a 4.5 GPA. Career? Lawyer. Not just any lawyer—I’m a senior partner at **Adams, Davidson & Collins**. Yes, the *Collins* is me. But titles don’t come without battles. I’ve fought for every inch of respect I’ve earned in the courtroom and the boardroom. And still… they handed the managing partner role to Mark Adams just because his father owns half the firm. Nepotism—my sworn enemy. If I had my way, I’d burn it out of existence. So I’ve made myself a promise: one day, I’ll be the richest female lawyer in the world. Not just wealthy. Not just powerful. But unforgettable. For now, though, there’s more to life than ambition. There’s laughter, loyalty, and the girls who’ve kept me grounded since the day I met them. Sandra Redwood. Sophia Sanders. Vanessa Porsh. And my not-so-identical twin, Amira Collins. Four of the most amazing women alive. They are my family in ways money and power could never buy. With them, I’m not Amanda the heiress, Amanda the lawyer, Amanda the ambition. With them, I’m just Amy. It was easy to be yourself with people who have known you for most of your life. It hadn't been easy but we stuck through the lows. --- “Message from *Besties for Life*,” Siri’s monotone voice called from my phone as I drove. “Sandra says: *Hey! We should all meet up at The Hub at one o’clock.*” “Message from *Besties for Life*: Nessa says: *I can make it.*” “Message from *Besties for Life*: Sophie says: *Definitely.*” “Message from *Besties for Life*: Mira says: *I’ll be there.*” I smiled. “Siri, reply: *Sure! Why not?*” And just like that, my day already felt brighter. --- *At The Hub* The Hub was our place. A cozy café in the middle of the city with strong coffee, overstuffed booths, and a view of the streets that made you feel like you were part of something bigger. It was here that secrets were told, hearts were mended, and plans for the future were drawn in latte foam and laughter. When I arrived, Mira, Sophie, and Sandra were already there. No Vanessa in sight. Typical. “Hey, girls!” I said, slipping into the booth. “Hey, sis,” Mira greeted, squeezing me in a quick hug. “What’s up, Amy?” Sophie and Sandra chimed. I glanced around. “So… where’s Nessa?” “She’s late,” Sophie muttered. “Again,” Mira and Sandra said together. We laughed, shaking our heads. Moments later, a sleek black Rolls Royce purred up to the curb. Of course. Vanessa emerged, sunglasses sliding down her nose, a fitted blue dress hugging her curves, white pumps clicking against the pavement. She didn’t walk so much as glide, like the sidewalk had been waiting just for her. “Sorry I’m late, loves,” she said, sliding into the booth. “They just wouldn’t let me go.” Sophie whistled. “Damn, girl, we almost didn’t recognize you with all that million-dollar energy dripping off you.” We all laughed, and just like that, the rhythm was back. --- “So, Amy,” Sandra asked, mischief glinting in her eyes, “how’s A.D.&C treating you?” Of course. The dreaded question. “Yeah, sis,” Mira added. “You don’t ever talk about it.” I sighed. My twin should’ve known better than to press. “Fine,” I said, sharper than intended. I quickly deflected. “So… Nessa, new car every week now?” Thankfully, she took the bait. As I sat there with my coffee cooling between my hands, listening to my friends tease and chatter, I felt it—something I couldn’t name. A tug in the air, an unease that didn’t belong to this moment but hovered just beyond it. Right now, I had everything—ambition, friends, a life people envied. But some part of me knew that things wouldn’t always stay this simple. Life has a way of shifting beneath your feet when you least expect it. And when it did, I wasn’t sure if all my achievements, all my plans, would be enough to keep me standing. --- “Guys, I have big news,” Sophie said suddenly, her eyes shining. We leaned forward as one. “What is it?” “I sold a whole estate today. Three hundred and fifty million dollars.” Her smile widened. “And I got promoted to Assistant Manager. And guess who bought the land?” “Who?” “Senator Andrews.” The table went silent for a heartbeat before erupting. “Wait—the Senator Andrews?” I asked, my jaw dropping. “The youngest senator in history?” Mira squealed. “The one who’s basically the definition of tall, dark, and devastatingly hot?” “Yes,” Sophie said, rolling her eyes. “Well, damn,” Sandra muttered. Sophie folded her arms. “He’s not all that.” We exchanged looks. “What?” “He’s egotistical. Probably thinks the sun rises because he commands it. I can’t stand men like that.” She leaned back, her smile more bitter than amused. I studied her for a moment. Sophie was tough, but I knew her heart wasn’t as untouchable as she liked to pretend. Her words carried weight, like maybe she’d already seen through men like him before. “Most girls would be planning their wedding after meeting him,” I teased gently. “Well, I’m not most girls. I hate that he thinks he can buy off everyone. Just because you have a little money doesn't mean the whole world would fall at your feet...and he's way to pompous,” she said firmly. We laughed, but the sound didn’t quite chase away the tension that settled over her. "Well that's a disappointment" In all honesty, he scared me. Walking up to the table like that senator Andrews should have made himself known instead of listening to our conversation. I would like to see how Sophie got out of this one. ---