Novels by Andrvi-

A week passed like a fleeting breeze. Each day, Janine woke with a strange sense of balance—visiting her mother in the hospital during the day, then returning before seven in the evening to Theo’s penthouse, just as he asked. It was odd how it no longer felt suffocating. Maybe it was because, for now, he didn’t push her, didn’t cross the line she had drawn around herself. Maybe because every time she stood in front of her mother’s hospital bed, she knew she’d made the right sacrifice.She found herself wondering what went on in Theo’s head. Why this sudden freedom to see her mother? Why did he come home earlier these days and eat the meals she cooked without complaint? What game was he playing now? And why did she feel oddly safe when he pulled the strings—as if all she had to do was follow, and everything would be fine?It was confusing, unsettling… yet it was a relief, too.On a warm Friday morning, Janine packed her mother’s favorite fruits along with some freshly baked bread she m

Janine arrived back at the penthouse a little later than she intended. The soft click of the front door echoed into the quiet. She thought she might find Theo in his study, perhaps busy with work or simply ignoring her again. But to her surprise, he was in the living room, sitting on the couch with a drink in hand.He looked at her—no frown, no sarcasm, not even a mocking raise of his brow. Just a glance. Then he stood up, set his glass on the side table, and walked away without a single word.It was...strange.Janine blinked. No cruel remarks, no interrogations, no possessive accusations. Just silence. And oddly, it felt heavier than all the words he’d thrown at her before.With a tired sigh, she went to her room, slipped out of her clothes, and changed into her soft cotton pajamas. The silence lingered in the air like an unanswered question.When she stepped out of her room again, she was surprised to see Theo still awake, this time sitting at the dining table. The maids were gone f

Janine visited her mother again that day. She had asked Theo for permission, and to her surprise, he agreed with only a brief nod. His driver was waiting for her in the parking lot, patient and quiet as ever. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the anxious energy running through her body. She had one goal today: to spend peaceful time with her mother without letting anything else interfere. When she arrived at the hospital, her mother’s eyes lit up like the sun. “How are you, Ma?” Janine greeted her warmly, leaning in to kiss her on the forehead. Her mother’s fragile smile sent a wave of relief and tenderness washing over Janine. “Better, thank you, Janine,” her mother said, her voice soft but steady. The smile on her face was a balm for Janine’s weary soul, easing some of the weight she carried in her heart. Janine smiled back and pulled up a chair closer to the bed. She started to peel a crisp apple, cutting the slices thin and neat. The small, simple gesture made her feel l

Janine was still angry. Her chest was tight with resentment from their last confrontation—Theo’s possessive outburst, the harsh words that left her feeling small. She wanted to leave, to be far away from the suffocating hold he had over her life. But she knew she couldn’t—not now, not yet. Every time she thought of packing her bags and disappearing, she was reminded of her mother, still weak in the hospital, and her siblings, who relied on her to make sure they had a chance at a future. If she left Theo now, she would break the contract she had agreed to—no money for her mother’s medicine, no money for her siblings’ school fees. She knew she could work herself to exhaustion in some other job, but there was no guarantee she’d earn enough to cover everything. That was the reality she faced. Some would say she was stupid for staying, that she should fight for her dignity. But dignity didn’t fill stomachs or pay hospital bills. For Janine, staying was the only choice she could live with

After leaving the bar, Theo drove around the city in a haze. The alcohol had numbed some of the anger swirling inside him, but not all of it. Mark’s teasing had only reminded him of the mess he’d made with Janine. She was in his penthouse, behind a closed door, probably crying. And he was the reason why.He parked outside the building and sat in the car for a while, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. In his mind, all he could see was Janine’s face when she’d looked at that man—Javier. Theo didn’t want to think about what they’d been talking about or how she’d smiled at him.Stay away from him, he thought. Stay the fuck away from him.When he finally made it up to the penthouse, the place was silent except for the pounding in his head. He went straight to his office, pouring himself another drink, the burn doing nothing to dull the unreasonable jealousy raging in his chest. He couldn’t let it go. Couldn’t let her go.Meanwhile, Janine sat on the edge of h

Theo’s mind was a mess. It was such a tangled knot of jealousy, rage, and something he didn’t want to name—something softer, something that felt too close to fear. He took a breath and forced himself to calm down, stepping away from Janine’s door because he knew if he didn’t, he might say something he couldn’t take back—or worse, he might do something he’d regret.He needed space. He needed to breathe.So he grabbed his keys and left the penthouse, his footsteps echoing in the hallways. He drove without thinking, the city lights blurring around him. He didn’t care where he was going—he just needed to be away from her, from the way she looked at him with those hurt, accusing eyes.He found himself pulling up to the bar his friend Mark owned, a place he’d gone to countless times before. Tonight, though, it felt different—like even the familiar neon lights couldn’t chase away the storm in his head.He walked in like he owned the place, ignoring the curious glances and the way the music s

The soft glow of the moonlight spilled across the master bedroom, bathing the space in a silver warmth. Nia stood at the edge of the balcony, the night air teasing her hair and the gentle hum of the city below lulling her into a sense of calm she’d never known before.The past no longer held her. Its chains had been broken, its shadows banished by the man who now stood behind her, his presence strong and reassuring.Damien’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. She shivered at the heat of his skin, her heart quickening in response.“You look lost in thought,” he murmured against her ear, his voice low and filled with a possessive tenderness that sent a thrill racing down her spine.She smiled, leaning back into him. “I’m just…happy,” she admitted softly. “For the first time in a long time, I feel like I can breathe.”His lips brushed her neck, featherlight and teasing. “You deserve to be happy,” he said. “And I’m going to spend every day proving that to y

Nia watched as the crowd’s attention shifted away from Mira’s trembling form and Caleb’s hollow eyes. The echo of their downfall was almost poetic—like a long-awaited melody finally reaching its crescendo.For years, she had carried the weight of their lies on her shoulders. She had been humiliated, ridiculed, and left alone. But tonight, she was no longer the woman they had broken. She was the woman who had survived—and won.A smile, soft and triumphant, curled her lips as she turned to Damien. Her heart felt light, unburdened for the first time in years. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.Damien’s eyes searched her face, tender and sure. “For what?” he asked, a gentle smile touching the corners of his mouth.“For standing by me,” she said, her hand tightening around his. “For believing in me when no one else would.”He cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear that slipped free. “You’ve always been strong,” he said, his voice low and filled with admirat

The ballroom had fallen into a heavy, breathless silence. All eyes turned to the woman in the red gown. Nia took a single step forward, feeling the heat of hundreds of curious, stunned gazes. She could hear her own heartbeat like a drum in her ears.Damien’s eyes never left her as she moved, the quiet command of his presence pulling her to the stage. The lights above shimmered like captured stars, glinting off the diamonds at her throat.She stopped at the base of the stage, feeling both exposed and unbreakable. Damien reached out a hand, his fingers warm and sure. “My wife,” he said, his voice deep and resonant. “The woman I’ve chosen above all others.”A ripple of shock surged through the crowd. Gasps, low murmurs, wide eyes.Mira’s face paled, her lips parting in disbelief. Caleb’s fists clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowing with confusion and anger.Nia lifted her chin, meeting the stares without flinching. “Yes,” she said softly. “I’m his wife.”The whispers grew, buzzing lik

The night air crackled with an electric anticipation as they arrived at the grand event. The ballroom was a vision of luxury—opulent chandeliers showering the room with a golden glow, crystal glasses clinking in delicate symphony. Nia felt the weight of the night on her shoulders, her red gown a shimmering beacon as she moved among the sea of refined faces.Damien had been at her side, his presence as steady and reassuring as the warmth of the lights. But a sudden call had him excusing himself. “Just a moment, honey,” he said with a gentle smile, his lips brushing her temple. “I won’t be long.”She nodded, her pulse stilling at his touch, and watched him slip away. Alone now, she took a slow breath, weaving her way through the crowd, her eyes tracing the sparkle of jewels and the sway of silken dresses.This was Damien’s world, not hers. And she had never felt so out of place and yet so determined to belong.Then a familiar voice sliced through her thoughts.“Nia? Is that you?” Mira’s

Nia had never felt so alive.She stood before the mirror in her room, the shimmering gown hugging her curves in all the right ways. It was an elegant, scarlet-red dress that she had chosen herself. The fabric flowed around her like a river of silk, and the delicate white pearls glimmered at her throat and ears.When Damien arrived to pick her up, he froze in the doorway. His dark eyes widened, traveling slowly from her head to her toes, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.“Stop looking at me like that,” she murmured, her cheeks flushing under his intense gaze.He took a step closer, his lips curving into a small, reverent smile. “I can’t help it, Nia,” he said, his voice low and rough. “You’re too stunning for your own good.”A shy smile tugged at her lips. “Thank you,” she said softly, her fingers brushing the red rubies at her neck.Damien’s eyes darkened with something she couldn’t quite name. He offered his arm, and she took it, feeling the heat of his touch even through

Nia walked through the glimmering rows of dresses in the high-end boutique, her mind replaying Damien’s soft, commanding voice from the call that morning.“Wear something beautiful tonight, Nia. I want to see you glow.”The thought of that made her cheeks warm. She ran her hand over the sleek blue fabric of a fitted dress on the mannequin, imagining how it would cling to her curves.Just as she reached to take the dress, a familiar voice sliced through her thoughts.“Well, well… what a coincidence.”Nia’s hand froze. She turned to see Mira standing there, her lips curved in a sweet, venomous smile. Mira reached past her and took the dress right from her hand.“This color looks perfect on me,” she said, her eyes glittering. “Don’t you think?”Nia raised a brow, her lips curling into a sardonic smile. “Now this is the real you, huh, Mira?”Mira’s smile grew wider, her eyes narrowing just a fraction. “I’m a good actress, right?”“You’re great,” Nia said, her voice low and dry. “You’ve go