Chapter: More than enoughThe office had quieted in a way that felt almost surreal after the storm of emotions that had just passed. I was still pressed against Soren’s chest, my tears soaked into his crisp shirt, my body trembling from the release of hours of pent-up fear, doubt, and longing.He held me there, and in that silence, I realized how safe I felt. Safe in a way that I hadn’t felt in years—since Julian’s betrayal, since the nights filled with confusion and heartbreak, since the moments where I thought love was nothing but a cruel trick.Soren’s hand slid slowly up again to cradle the back of my head, his thumb brushing along my temple as if to soothe not just my body, but every scar I carried inside.“Eve,” he murmured, voice low, intimate, and utterly grounding. “Please look at me.”I lifted my tear-streaked face slowly, still unsure, still hesitant, and our eyes met. The intensity
Last Updated: 2026-01-03
Chapter: The Day I Chose HimI woke up the next morning with a strange stillness inside me.It wasn’t peace.It wasn’t certainty either.It was resolve.The kind that settles quietly after a long war, when your heart is tired of running in circles and your mind finally whispers, enough. I lay on my bed for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, again. The cracks there seemed more familiar than usual, like old companions who had witnessed too many of my sleepless nights. Outside my window, the city was waking up slowly—car horns in the distance, a vendor calling out, the faint hum of life continuing whether I was ready or not.My chest felt tight. Too tight. Like something fragile was being held together by sheer will. But beneath that tightness was something else—steady, unyielding. Something that refused to be shaken no matter how hard fear tried to claw its way back in.I knew what I had to do.The knowing didn’t arri
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Chapter: When silence learned to speakWhile Serena battled her own new world of cruelty and loss, Eve was fighting a quieter war—one that lived in her chest, one that wore the face of restraint and fear, and carried the name Soren.⚜️━━━⚜️━━━⚜️The office had not changed.The halls were still polished, the air still perfumed with ambition and routine. Files moved. Meetings happened. People laughed, whispered, worked.Yet for me, everything felt different.I had become more conscious of myself.Of my steps.Of my breathing.Of the way my heart reacted before my mind had time to intervene.Every time the chairman passed through the corridor, my body seemed to sense him before my eyes did. A pause would happen without intention. A stillness I never planned. Then our gazes would meet.And time would stretch.We would look at each other for seconds that felt like minutes. No smiles. No words. No gestures bold enough to be called
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Chapter: What the Walls HeardThe kitchen smelled of onions and oil.It was a smell Serena had come to know too well—sharp, lingering, clinging to her skin long after the fire was turned off. Her hands moved mechanically over the cutting board, slicing vegetables with practiced precision, even as her mind drifted far away from the present.The knife paused mid-air.Without warning, Eve’s voice echoed in her head.“Thank you… for taking my life.”Serena’s fingers tightened around the handle. She had heard that from Eve, not once but twice.Her chest constricted.She hadn’t thought about those words in days. Weeks, maybe. She had buried them under exhaustion, under pain, under humiliation. But now, standing alone in the kitchen, they rose up like ghosts that refused to stay buried.“Thank you for taking my life.”A strange chill crept down her spine.“What did you mean by
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Chapter: A House That Devoured HerJulian’s family house had once looked like a palace to Serena.Back then, the iron gates had felt grand rather than confining, the kind of entrance that promised security and permanence. The marble floors had shone like proof that she had arrived somewhere important. The chandeliers had glimmered above her like blessings, catching the light and scattering it in ways that made everything feel expensive and untouchable.Now, the same house felt like a cage that had finally closed.The gates did not guard her anymore—they trapped her.The marble floors no longer gleamed with beauty; they reflected her exhaustion.The chandeliers did not sparkle—they watched, cold and unfeeling, as though they bore silent witness to her slow undoing.Nothing in that house belonged to her.Not even the air felt hers to breathe freely.Serena no longer slept in a bedroom.That right had been stripped from her wi
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Chapter: He didn’t deserve it!The moment I stepped out of Soren’s house, the air struck me like punishment.Cold.Sharp.Unforgiving.It sliced through my skin, through my clothes, through the thin layer of strength I had borrowed just long enough to run. My steps carried me forward automatically at first, fast and uneven, driven by nothing but instinct. But after a few meters, they slowed. Then faltered.The adrenaline drained from my body all at once, leaving behind something raw and ugly, something heavy enough to buckle my knees if I let it.Regret.My chest tightened painfully as the weight of what I had just done came crashing down on me.What did I just do?The question echoed inside my head, loud and relentless. I lifted a trembling hand to my mouth, my breath breaking apart as fragments of the moment replayed against my will. His face, open and vulnerable. His voice, steady and sincere. The way his hands had held mine as
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Chapter: Your nosy author speaksHey, lovely readers! First — a huge, warm, heartfelt THANK YOU for diving into this story and living every laugh, tear, and heartbeat with me. You’re the reason these worlds exist, and I couldn’t do it without your love and support. Truly, you make all the words worth it! If you enjoyed this journey, I’ve got even more adventures waiting for you! Make sure you check out The Proxy Bride and I Was More Than Pretty — two stories packed with twists, heart, and those little moments that make you smile, gasp, and maybe even swoon. Here’s my promise to you: as long as you keep reading, commenting, and sharing your thoughts, every new book I release will be just as interesting, just as emotional, and just as impossible to put down. I mean it — fun, drama, love, suspense… all wrapped up in pages that are waiting for you. So keep your hearts ready, your tea hot, and your snacks nearby — the next story is coming, and I can’t wait for us to live it together.
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Chapter: A whispered heart: silence to foreverSummer had returned, not with noise or spectacle, but with memory. The sun hung high over the park, pouring gold over the grass and tracing long shadows that stretched like gentle reminders of time. Cherry trees stood in full bloom once more, their soft pink petals trembling in the wind, drifting through the air like delicate whispers. Beneath them, life gathered — not in silence this time, but in laughter and light.A picnic blanket sprawled across the hillside, covered with baskets of sandwiches, bowls of fruit, mason jars of lemonade, and a towering cake that read: “Years of Love, Laughter, and Loud Friends.” It was as though the entire park breathed with joy. Around the blanket sat the people who had walked through one another’s storms and still arrived here — changed, rooted, whole.Lena sat beside her husband, Edward, their daughter asleep in a stroller nearby. Her linen dress fluttered softly in the wind, and when she laughed at something Edward whispered, her engagement ring ca
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Chapter: Remembered pastThe park brimmed with life that afternoon, the kind that felt gentle and unhurried. Children’s laughter floated across the lawn, mingling with the hush of leaves that swayed in the soft breeze. The cherry blossoms were in bloom again, their petals drifting lazily through the air like snowflakes caught in sunlight. Nearby, the fountain whispered as water spilled into its basin, its steady rhythm blending with the easy sounds of joy around it.Under the old tree — the one with roots twisting deep into the earth and initials carved long ago into its bark — Daniel and Sophia sat on the worn wooden bench that had once been their secret place. Her head rested on his shoulder, his arm lay across the curve of her back, and her hand, once tender from carrying life, now carried the quiet grace of motherhood.Neither spoke. Words weren’t necessary anymore. The years between them had built a language of silence, one made of small gestures and steady warmth.After a while, Daniel’s voice drifted th
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Chapter: The story we livedOne year.That’s all it had been.One year since the oak grove had stood still beneath a sky glittering with stars.Since wildflowers lined the path where she walked toward him.Since he took her hand and whispered not just vows, but forever.And now—Now the world had softened into something deeper than love.Something lived.Something called home.The scent of cinnamon toast drifting through quiet mornings.Tiny fingers curling around a father’s thumb.The gentle hum of a lullaby in the dusk light.The quiet certainty that every shared heartbeat was a promise kept.The evening sun sank behind the hills, spilling gold through the nursery window. Dust motes floated like memories in the air. A mobile of silver stars turned lazily above the crib, catching the dying light.Sophia sat in the rocking chair, barefoot, hair loose, a soft cardigan draped over her shoulders. In her arms, swaddled in a sky-blue blanket, was Theodore — their son. A year old. His lashes long and dark against his c
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Chapter: The Covenant of a new life togetherThe oak grove held its breath.Not a leaf stirred. Not even the wind dared to move — as if the earth itself knew that something sacred was unfolding.Sunlight spilled through the ancient canopy in slender ribbons of gold, bathing the path ahead in trembling light. Petals of white roses and lavender carpeted the ground, crushed softly beneath the first step of a woman who had waited not just years, but lifetimes, for this moment.And there she stood — Sophia.Her gown shimmered like moonlight spun into silk. The lace along her back fastened with tiny pearl buttons — each one a promise sealed in time. Her veil, edged with silver thread, caught the light as it drifted against her hair. In her hands, she carried a bouquet of wild roses and lavender, with a single sprig of cherry blossom — his favorite. He once told her, “It reminds me of you. Soft. Strong. Unforgettable.”She didn’t move. Not yet. Her breath caught somewhere between memory and hope. Because this — this was not just a weddi
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Chapter: Days Before the VowsWeeks passed like petals falling in spring.The twins — Kael and Lila — thrived.Their cries softened into coos.Their tiny hands learned to grip fingers.Their eyes, still wide with wonder, followed light, faces, the soft glow of the nursery mobile that spun above their cribs — a delicate carousel of stars and horses, handmade by Nathan’s mother.And in the quiet of the ranch house, life bloomed in new rhythms.Elena, back to her strength but still glowing with the softness of new motherhood, sat by the window each morning, nursing Lila while Kael slept in the crook of her arm. The sun painted golden stripes across the floor. The scent of lavender and baby powder hung in the air.And Nathan?He was trying.With all his heart.But fatherhood had turned him into a walking comedy of errors.One morning, he proudly announced he had “mastered the swaddle.”Five seconds later, Kael popped free like a burrito unrolling.He read the baby book aloud: “At this stage, infants respond to soothing
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Chapter: Your nosy author speaksDear Readers,The first series of The Proxy Bride has come to a close. Thank you for walking beside Amara through every heartbreak, every secret, every haunting choice. But her story is far from over. A darker, more dangerous path waits—one where every shadow hides a threat, and every truth comes with a price.Here’s a glimpse of what awaits in The Proxy Bride: Legacy of Lies:Amara dares to follow her heart, confessing her love to Cassian… only to be met with icy rejection and divorce papers. But why? What is Cassian hiding, and who is he truly protecting—or betraying?The Drevane patriarch’s fury blazes hotter than ever as Amara’s freedom threatens to unravel his carefully woven empire. What secrets lie beneath his rage? Could they reveal a truth long buried in darkness?Whispers stir in the corners: Is Lyra loyal, or is she weaving her own dangerous game? Thierry guards a mysterious book, but this is no ordinary library—its secrets hold the power to alter Amara’s fate forever.Marce
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Chapter: Shadows Behind the VeilThe corridors of the main Drevane mansion had grown quiet as night settled over its vast halls. Every polished surface, every flickering candle, seemed to hum with secrets, as if the house itself were alive—watching, waiting.Lyra moved swiftly, her steps silent, carrying herself with the precision and authority that had earned Cassian’s unwavering trust. She was his confidante, his shadow, and yet she carried the knowledge of secrets that could topple empires if revealed. Her mission tonight was delicate: to meet the patriarch of the Drevane family in his private study.The study’s massive doors loomed ahead, dark and imposing, their carved family crest catching the firelight. Lyra pressed the cold brass handle and slipped inside. The air within smelled of aged leather and faint traces of incense, a scent that seemed almost to guard the room’s secrets.Inside, the Drevane grandfather sat behind a massive mahogany desk, his eyes sharp and unyielding, yet weighed with the knowledge of g
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Chapter: Love in Silence, Shadows in TruthDays slipped by with a strange heaviness, each one sinking Amara deeper into a feeling she could no longer ignore. What was once called her “two months break” now seemed less like freedom and more like a looming threat. Every tick of the clock, every shadow cast by the Orada Sea at night, whispered the same warning—her time here was ending.And yet, in those fading days, something had changed. Something had bloomed.Cassian’s presence had become a constant in her world, not loud or obvious, but steady—always there, always shadowing her. Their feelings grew quietly, without confession, but in ways that could no longer be hidden. Subtle glances lingered longer than they should. When she spoke, he listened more than she expected. When he moved near her, her pulse betrayed her. It was love, speaking not in words but in silence, in glances, in restrained breaths.Even Lyra noticed.Whenever she joined them in the car on their way to Drevane Holdings, her calm professionalism often carried t
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Chapter: Mirrors of denialNight pressed heavy against the windows, the Orada Sea humming its endless, mournful song. Amara paced her chamber, candlelight throwing restless shadows across the walls.Her gown swirled around her ankles as she whispered to herself, words half-mad, half-desperate.“I don’t feel anything for him,” she told the silence, her voice breaking as if she needed the walls to believe her. “Cassian means nothing to me. Nothing at all.”Her heart betrayed her, racing wildly at the mere mention of his name.She pressed trembling fingers to her temples and walked faster, as though movement could drown out memory—the restaurant’s golden glow, his rare laughter, his hand brushing away her tears.“It isn’t real,” she whispered sharply, her reflection in the mirror mocking her denial. “This is nothing but circumstance. A lie. I cannot feel anything for him.”The silence thickened. Amara’s steps faltered.And then—“Forgive me, Madame,” a soft voice came from the doorway.Amara spun, nearly choking on
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Chapter: Your nosy author speaksThe evening has shifted from shadows to candlelight, from silence to unspoken truths. Cassian and Amara’s hearts have drawn closer, but love born in a house of secrets is never safe. Tonight feels tender… but in the world of the Drevane family, tenderness can be the most dangerous thing of all. The evening so far has been soft—too soft. Do you feel it too? The storm is coming.
Last Updated: 2025-09-04
Chapter: A man's heart is never that cold.Amara sat in her room, her mind entangled in thoughts of Cassian, Julien, and all the secrets that hung in the Drevane halls like heavy cobwebs. She did not expect the knock that came against her chamber door.When she opened it, Cassian stood there, tall, unreadable as ever, the lamplight catching the sharp lines of his face. His dark suit clung to his frame with the kind of elegance that seemed effortless.“Do you want to go out… for dinner?” His voice was smooth, low, yet there was an unfamiliar softness in it.Amara blinked, unsure if she had heard right. “Dinner? With you?”One corner of his lips twitched, almost a smile, but not quite. “Yes. Unless you prefer the silence of your room.”Her heart skipped, then stumbled. “I’ll get ready.”>> The car ride was quiet, but the silence no longer felt heavy; instead, it shimmered with unspoken anticipation. When they arrived, Amara almost forgot to breathe.The restaurant was unlike anything she had ever seen—even as the daughter
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