5 Book(s) Related to amerie's pants

It’s a story of double lives, where the love between Amelia and Lorenzo seems to crumble due to the interference of Fabiola, an evil and manipulative woman. However, the little Mateo, with his tenderness and mischief, will become the catalyst for change. Despite being just a child, he will do everything in his power to reunite his parents and rebuild the home they once shared, driving away everyone who tries to destroy their happiness. His unconditional love for his family will be the key to overcoming the dark secrets and manipulations that threaten to tear them apart.

Amelia had it all: a family, a comfortable life, and a marriage that, from the outside, seemed perfect. But after years of lies, manipulation, and betrayal, the truth comes to light: Diego, her husband, has not only cheated on her but deeply despises her. When they divorce, Amelia believes she can start over, but her nightmare is only beginning. Diego strips her of everything, throws her and their son out onto the streets, and plunges her into total ruin.

When the pain threatens to destroy her, a devastating truth ignites the spark of her fury: the son Diego always denied... was indeed his. This revelation transforms Amelia’s suffering into determination. She is no longer the submissive woman she once was. Now, she is a mother willing to do anything for justice.

From the shadows, Amelia begins to rebuild herself. She delves into the ruthless world of business and the darkest corners of power, where her name starts to command respect and fear. Step by step, she begins to dismantle Diego’s empire—but her revenge comes at a price. As the final confrontation approaches, Amelia must decide whether her thirst for justice is worth more than her soul... and the chance at a new life.

First book of a two part series

Aaron was a sociopath. He was manipulative. He played me and I danced to his tune. I fell in love with him, I fell deep into the ploy of his plan. Furious tears ran down my cheeks as I felt my blood boil. I remained calm, I couldn't betray the rage I felt.

My mom ran an exclusive underground fertility clinic. Her dark red serum smelled like rotting blood, yet the rich still lined up with massive checks for her "perfect designer embryos."
I’d watch her lock desperate young surrogates into a soundproof room. A few minutes later, the whole floor would shake.
Strangely, when the girls stumbled back out—looking entirely drained and aged by years—they would weep and kiss my mom’s hands in gratitude.
It never made sense to me.
Until the day I saw a pitch-black mass frantically clawing just beneath a surrogate's flat stomach.
I finally knew what kind of "embryos" my mom was actually planting inside them.

Seven days before the doomsday outbreak, the wild weeds by the road spoke to me: The zombies are coming.
I rushed home, intending to take my fiancée and flee for our lives.
But outside the door, I overheard her plotting with her boss on the sofa, scheming to drain all my wealth.
"He’s just an orphan with no family or connections. No one would care even if he dies."
I didn’t push the door open.
Instead, I quietly cashed out all my assets overnight and built an impenetrable island fortress without delay.
Seven days later, the zombie hordes surrounded the city.
She and her entire family were chased by the monsters, covered in blood and mangled.
They knelt frantically kowtowing and begging for help right outside my explosion-proof gate.
I coldly locked the door tight.
"You were right," I said. "No one really cares if you die. Just go in peace."