“She Wasn’t Meant to Live…” – The Billionaire’s Wife Who Outsmarted Her Murderous Husband
Richard continued telling her that it would be a fantastic day.
The sky was clear and the California shore was drenched in warm sunlight. The private helicopter sailed through the air, and its blades chopped up and down in time with the Pacific Ocean below. It seemed like a couple in love on a nice ride to everyone who saw it. The husband took his pregnant wife on a beautiful trip that she didn’t expect.
But Amelia knew better.
She always did.
She had known since Richard came into her life five years ago that there was something behind his charming smile: something calculated, too polished, and too eager. He found her soon after her father died, when she was at her weakest. She suddenly felt very alone as the CEO of a growing digital business and the daughter of a billionaire.
He had promised her love, support, comfort, and finally, a proposal.
Everyone told her it was too soon. She didn’t listen.
When Amelia sat next to him at 5,000 feet in the air, six months pregnant with his child, she suddenly understood how correct they had been.
Richard had worked hard for years to earn her trust.
He never rushed. He took a peek. He didn’t move. He married her with a prenup that seemed like it would work in court. Amelia and her lawyers were the only ones who knew everything.
Richard believed it was simple: if Amelia died before giving him full control of her father’s real estate business, which included the very desirable Newport Tech Complex, he could step in as guardian and executor of the estate for the unborn child. He had already done the math. The law had a problem. He only needed to get rid of one thing: Amelia.
As the helicopter turned east, away from the city, Amelia stared at him.
“You don’t say much,” she said quietly.
Richard grinned and added, “I’m just taking it all in.” “It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?”
He held her hand, kissed it gently, and then looked down at the GPS. They were very close to the top of the cliffs.
“Get nearer to the door. You will be able to see better.
He spoke in a calm voice. Too easygoing.
Amelia thought for a moment.
And in that moment of silence, everything fell into place.
The surprising interest in organizing flights.
The weird things that happened that morning.
The gentle push to come alone, without her helper.
There were no flight attendants on board. Not safe.
There is no route backfiled.
She looked at Richard.
He grinned, the same smile that had previously made her feel comfortable with him.
Then, all of a sudden, he lunged.
She didn’t have time to argue. His hands were cold and strong as he pushed her hard toward the door that was open. She slumped back, and the wind took her cry away. Then she left.
In that way.
Richard crouched down, breathing hard and shaking a little. He didn’t know if it was from excitement or adrenaline. He looked down, hoping to see a splash or nothing at all.
But he didn’t see what happened next.
But Amelia was ready.
She wore the coat for a reason: it was manufactured particularly for her, was light, and had a built-in parachute system that one of the greatest tactical gear experts in the country sewn into the lining. It cost a lot. Not too loud. She quietly tested it when she was on business trips abroad.
She had learned how to jump in stealth.
She had also moved all of her things weeks ago.
And she had changed her will.
With visual confirmation that it is safe.
There was a record of every time Richard had met someone, every time he thought someone was suspicious, and every time he had threatened someone in his sleep.
Amelia did well in a man’s environment because she wasn’t stupid.
She was ten steps ahead, therefore she lived.
She pulled on the cable.
The chute opened, and she was pulled up with a jerk. Her heart pounded in her chest. For a horrifying second, she wondered of her kid.
I am still alive. Still with her.
She fell hard on a beach that wasn’t too busy and damaged her ankle but not anything else. Her team was there in minutes, trailing the chopper from above with a drone. They had been monitoring the jet since it took off.
“Are you okay, ma’am?” Her assistant cried and ran up to her.
“He did it,” Amelia said, cradling her stomach. “Just like I thought he would.”
Richard, on the other hand, went back to the estate with a speech that he had carefully crafted.
His eyes were full with tears. His voice was in shock.
He told the journalists, “It was an accident.” “The wind took her. I tried to help her. I lost my wife and my child.
The headlines went crazy. The Billionaire’s Tragedy. The helicopter was the scene of the tragedy. People sent their thoughts and prayers.
But it didn’t last long.
Amelia arrived into the press conference 48 hours later, alive, hurt, angry, and extremely pregnant.
The room went wild.
Richard’s face turned as white as a rock.
Her lawyers, detectives, flying experts, and video of Richard trying to kill his wife followed her. The video was very damaging.
There was no dispute about the proof.
Within a week, Richard was caught and charged with conspiracy, attempted murder, and fraud.
Months later, Amelia had a healthy baby girl named Hope.
She was able to take charge of her business again.
She wasn’t a victim; she was a visionary who made headlines all over the country until someone tried to kill her. and wouldn’t let them hurt him.
She founded a group to help women stand up for their rights in court.
She sold the helicopter and sent the money to a shelter for those who had been victims of domestic violence.
What about Richard?
He is now in prison and has no penthouse, empire, or legacy.
Amelia made her money once.
But this time she built it with fire in her veins and no one to tell her what to do.
You should pray that she doesn’t know how to fly when you try to push her too far.