Novels by Hephzibahi

Ainsley had been in a coma for two long months. The first days were the hardest…..uncertainty hung in the air like fog, and every beep of the monitors felt like a countdown. But on the sixtieth day, just after dawn, he stirred. His fingers twitched, his brow creased, and then his eyes fluttered open.The world came back slowly.The first thing Ainsley saw was white. Then gray. Then the familiar face of Eric, who had been hovering near the bed, half-asleep with a mug of stale coffee.“You’re finally awake,” Eric grunted. “Don’t look so disappointed, I’m not Eloise.”Ainsley blinked. “Where is she?”Eric rolled his eyes. “Two months in a coma, and your first thought is her." Not even a ‘Thanks for saving my life, Eric.’ Touching.”Ainsley tried to sit up but groaned as pain shot through his ribs.“Easy,” Eric said, pushing him back down. “You’re still made of glass.”“But she… she was here, wasn’t she?” Ainsley rasped, his eyes watered. “She hates me… I can’t force her back.”Eric rolle

By the time he was handed a fifth, he stared at the fruit like it had betrayed him. “I can’t eat this much. And I don’t even like apples that much.”Eloise didn’t skip a beat. “Eat, or you won’t have strength.”Ainsley blinked. “Strength for what? Are we fighting a bear later?” he asked.She didn’t answer. Instead, she rose and walked toward the bedroom door without another word. A strange emptiness crept into Ainsley’s chest. He watched her back as she walked away, wanting to call her name but not knowing what to say. His heart ached, the weight of everything pressing down like stone. He didn’t understand why she’d come now. Why was she doing this?Then he heard it….the soft, deliberate click of the door locking.Moments later, she returned.Eloise stood at the foot of the bed, her eyes unreadable. She held his gaze for a long, silent second. Then a tiny smirk touched her lips.“You’re awake,” she said casually. “Good. If you’re planning to die, I should go first.”Ainsley blinked, c

“Eloise, you’re not being honest with yourself,” Rachael said firmly with her arms crossed on her chest, eyes sharp with frustration. I asked if you still loved him, and you froze. That hesitation? It says more than any answer you could’ve given.”Eloise stayed silent, her fingers curling tightly around her bag strap. She stared at the floor, as if it could swallow her whole.“You’ve been running ever since. Three years ago, you left without a trace. And now? "You’re still running, It’s like nothing has changed at all,” Rachael continued. Her voice was quieter now, but the words hit harder. “Do you really think hiding on some beach will make everything okay? Waikiki isn’t peace, Eloise. It’s just distance….distance from him….from yourself.”“Stop,” Eloise muttered, her voice trembling. “Please just stop talking.”But Rachael stepped closer. “No. You need to hear this.”Eloise turned away, but Rachael wasn’t done. “You think you’re calm? You’re not. You’re tired. You’ve been pretendin

Outside the VIP room of the hospital, the hallway was quiet, but tension clung to the air like fog. Then, without warning, a tall figure appeared at the door. The guards looked uncertain, but before they could stop him, a calm voice came from inside. “Let him in,” Ainsley said.The door creaked open, and Ellison walked in with a relaxed swagger, his hands in his pockets, a smirk already forming.“You’re surprisingly well-informed,” Ainsley muttered, lying weakly on the hospital bed. His face was pale, his lips almost colorless, but his eyes still held that old sharp glint. “Didn’t expect you.”Ellison smiled weakly and walked to the chair beside the bed. “Yeah, well… I didn’t expect to come either. Guess I’m full of surprises.”Ainsley let out a low chuckle that turned into a cough. “Still joking.”“Yeah,” Ellison said, pulling up the chair. “Still trying to lighten the mood.”There was a pause. The silence stretched, not awkward but heavy. Then Ellison leaned forward. “You look like

“Don’t move. "I just want to look at you,” Ainsley whispered, his lips curled into a smirk. He stood very close, the scent of his cologne clinging to her skin like a bitter memory. Eloise didn’t flinch, but her stomach tightened. His tone wasn’t gentle. It was mocking, like he was savoring the final moments before a kill. She raised her eyes anyway. His gaze locked onto hers….black, hollow, pulling her in like a void. For a split second, something flickered….heat, longing, regret; but it vanished, swallowed by the cold.Then he pulled back with a scoff. “Oh! Moongoddess....look at you,” he muttered. “Still hoping there’s something left between us?”Eloise’s chest rose and fell, slow and steady. “You dragged me into this mess, remember?”Ainsley chuckled bitterly. “Dragged you in? You clung to me like a lifeline. Let’s not rewrite history, Eloise.”He reached into his coat pocket, produced a neatly folded sheet of paper, and thrust it into her hands. “You wanted to go. Here’s your way

Half a month had crawled by, Eloise hadn’t seen Ainsley once. Hank showed up occasionally, always in a rush, dropping off clothes like he was trying not to be seen. The pack house guards moved differently now, stiffer, more alert, their faces tight with something she couldn’t read.She stood at the window of her small room, watching the driveway beyond the tall gate, her reflection hollow in the glass.Then, one afternoon, the heavy iron gates creaked open again.Her heart jerked. A black Bentley rolled through.From the second-floor landing, she stared. Her breath caught in her throat. That was his car.She didn’t move. Her fingers gripped the railing. She was frozen in a place between resentment and feelings far more dangerous; hope.He was back.Kevin knocked once and pushed open her door without waiting for permission. He didn’t look at her. “Alpha wants to see you. Now.”Eloise stood rigid. Her voice was dry. “Can I say no?”Kevin didn’t answer. He was already halfway down the ha

Once in Drew’s villa, their story of soul bonding begins. Clarissa got out of the dinner gown she wore for the reception and soaked herself in a hot tub.Meanwhile, Drew left for the other room to take his shower.Not long after, Drew came in with a bottle of fruit wine, while Clarissa sat at the dressing table to fix her hair. “Mrs. Walker Drew Clarissa, congratulations on becoming the wife of Mr. Walker Sylvester Drew,” he said, and she giggled.He poured the wine into a glass and handed it over to her.“Congratulations to us, hubby,” she said, and she gulped down her fruit wine before she could say another word. Drew bent down, and she closed her eyes, expecting the man’s kiss, but unfortunately, the kiss didn’t come as the man reached out his hand and carried her in a bridal style off the dressing table stool.“Huff”She gasped, as she wasn't expecting to be picked up.“Wiffy, what are you scared of?”Hearing that syllable from Drew makes Clarissa’s joy double, and she smiles in e

“Warren, merry Christmas! My wife gave birth to a mini-me, and for that, I want to give the whole world a gift enough for them to use to celebrate Christmas. Make an announcement on the company's official website that THE WEDDING OF PRESIDENT WALKER SYLVESTER DREW AND CLARISSA REBECCA WILL TAKE PLACE IN THREE MONTHS TIME," Drew said."Congratulations, young master. I will be there with Linda to see the baby," Warren said with his voice laced with joy."Everybody is seeing the baby; even those ones inside put all their minds, bodies, and souls into taking care of the baby, and Clarissa left me to take care of myself. Nobody asked if I was fine or not. It's interesting now that my family members see me as an outdated man. Thank God Gratia is not here to witness this," Drew thought before going back to the room to break the news of his wedding date to the people who stood by the cradle, watching the newborn with interest."Clarissa, by the time you wake up and see the news tomorrow, how

It was two days after the engagement and two days until Christmas, and it was supposed to be Clarissa’s due date.Clarissa was sitting on the Swiss ball (birthing ball) while carrying out her simple exercises.“Is the baby coming out yet?” Drew asked Clarissa, who had lost count of how many times the man would ask her if the baby was coming yet. Not receiving a reply from Clarissa, Drew took his phone to call the doctor.“It's my wife's due date. Why is the baby not coming out yet?” The doctor chuckled at the other end.“President Drew, every pregnancy is different. The due date is only a rough estimate of when your baby is likely to be born, and, besides, only four percent of women give birth on their due date. You have nothing to worry about, sir. But if you are still not satisfied with my explanation, you can bring Madam to the hospital for a pelvic examination," the doctor explained briefly to the man, who was worried and at the same time eager to meet his child. Rebecca and Aunt

Looking at Linda, who had a frown on her face with the attitude that if you didn’t buy this gown, this is where I would stay, Clarissa felt a headache coming up. “Linda, stop throwing tantrums; you are no longer a baby." Clarissa scolded Linda gently, but the latter refused to bulge. Instead, she looked offended.“Fine, I will buy the gown.” Clarissa finally agreed, and Linda smiled sweetly at her.“Bring the dress and let me see if it will look nice on me," Clarissa said, and Linda winked at the shop assistant, and they quickly took down the dress. She went inside the dressing room, and a shop assistant changed into the dress for Linda to see. The dress was perfect for her, as it was as if they had custom-made it for her.“Wow, beautiful," Linda commented, and she suggested Clarissa have her make-up done to see how beautiful she would look in her new hairstyle and new dress. Clarissa agreed without making a fuss.“I will just give in to whatever she says so we can go home," Clarissa

Clarissa’s due date is approaching. The nursery had already been set up by Drew. He had even made it a habit to visit the nursery every time he’s around to check if there was anything missing.After lunch, Gratia and Clarissa decided to take a walk in the garden.“Aunt, can you please call the old man to get me an ice cream?”, Gratia said, and Clarissa looked at her with a doting smile.“Gratia, stop calling him an old man. He’s your nephew, okay?" Clarissa said.“Yes, Aunty,” she replied.Clarissa touched Gratia's hair. “Good girl”Suddenly, she felt someone staring at her from behind. So she turned her head and saw Drew standing behind her, looking at her with an intense gaze.“Hubby, when did you get here? Were you not supposed to be at the company?”“For as long as you and Gratia have been gossiping about me," Drew came over to her and said.What an embarrassment to be caught red-handed by the person you’ve been talking about with someone.“Hubby, we were just discussing how hand

She kept quiet, not knowing how to continue. Even though she had rehearsed it in her mind for a long time, she still could not bring herself to say it. The sitting room was silent. No one said a word. Everyone was left with their own analysis.Rebecca was only aware Aunt Felicia/Imelda was Walker, but she didn’t know of any other thing.Clarissa already knew Aunt Felicia was either an elder sister to Sylvester or a younger sister. She had always looked at Aunt Felicia closely, and so did Gratia, who had a close resemblance to Sylvester.“Your mother was shot by a stray bullet, and that was the reason why she couldn’t survive on the operating table,” Aunt Felicia blurted out after gathering her courage together. Drew just stood quietly, staring a dagger at Aunt Felicia.“The reason she died was because of me. If I had protected her well and got her to the hospital on time, she would still be alive today, but I couldn’t get her to the hospital on time.”Aunt Felicia closed her eyes mome