Chapter: Under a Morning Full of QuestionsThe first thing I heard was birdsong. Soft, layered melodies drifting through my open window like a gentle reminder that the world hadn’t stopped spinning, even if mine felt like it had crashed and was still trying to rebuild itself from the pieces scattered on the floor.Light filtered through my curtains—soft, pale gold that rested on my skin like a hesitant touch. I blinked slowly, staring up at the familiar cracks on the ceiling. For a few seconds, my mind was blank, quiet, blessedly empty.Then everything came crashing back.The gala.Julian.Serena.The smoothie dripping down my hair and dress.Soren lifting me.His hands.His voice.His eyes—dark, angry, protective.His presence like a force of gravity I couldn’t fight.I shot upright in bed, the blanket tangling around my legs as if trying to pull me back down.“Oh God…”A groan escaped my lips before I even realized I was speaking. My palms flew to my face, covering the heat rising there.What was going to happen to me now?I
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Chapter: The Weight of a crownThe night had long surrendered to silence.Soren’s car sliced through the empty streets, the soft hum of the engine a quiet companion to the thoughts that refused to leave him alone. The city outside was nothing but blurred lights and shadows, yet his mind was miles away — tangled between the woman he had just left and the pieces of himself he no longer recognized.For a man who had always believed emotion to be a weakness, this quiet ache inside him felt like rebellion.He loosened his tie, the gesture uncharacteristic, and leaned slightly back in the seat. The scent of her still lingered faintly — faint traces of her perfume mixed with the sweetness of the smoothie that had drenched her dress. It was strange, how something so simple could stay with him, how every time he closed his eyes, he saw her standing there — embarrassed, trembling, and yet trying so hard to keep her dignity.He had carried her w
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Chapter: Scooped CinderellaEve hadn’t even reached the door when she felt it—a sudden, firm force that lifted her effortlessly off the ground. For a heartbeat, she thought she was falling, her breath caught halfway between shock and disbelief. But then she felt the warmth of strong arms around her, steady and unyielding, and her world tilted into stunned silence.It was Soren.Before she could even blink, he had scooped her up into his arms—just like in those fairytales she had never believed in. By now every gaze in that glittering hall had turned toward them—toward her, dripping in smoothie, and toward him, carrying her as though she were something precious, something that had to be shielded from the cruelty of the world ( Is not like the gaze went away after the smoothie was accidentally poured on her). The atmosphere was now charged up like something that was ready to explode, it is just a matter of time.Eve’s heart hammered.
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Chapter: The 'accidental' spillSoren and Eve finally found their way back into the grand hall, the hum of conversation wrapping around them like gently. The ballroom was alive as it was before — music swelling, laughter rippling, champagne glasses clinking. But beneath that polish of luxury, something darker simmered: whispers, side glances, unspoken curiosity.Eve could feel it — the invisible eyes that followed them as they stepped back in. Every breath felt heavier than it should, every step echoing louder.Serena noticed them first.She stood near the food pillar, her expression perfectly composed but her eyes sharp, like a hawk circling its prey. For the past few minutes, she’d been waiting — waiting for Evelyn to reappear, waiting for the right moment to strike. Her lips curled slightly as she saw the pair walk in together.So she really came back with him.Soren, on the other hand, walked beside Eve like
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Chapter: When Fury whispers The music from the ballroom struck him like a slap the moment Julian re-entered.Bright lights, flittering laughter and champagne flutes clinking against crystal.Everything gleamed, perfect and expensive — and he hated it.He moved through the crowd like a man possessed, jaw tight, eyes unfocused, rage simmering beneath his immaculate composure. Every sound grated against him. Every whisper, every burst of laughter seemed to mock him. He couldn’t erase the words.“How dare you say that to my woman.”My woman.It played in his head again and again, each repetition cutting deeper. Soren Bellandi — the untouchable chairman, the one every man in that room feared and every woman desired — had called Evelyn Morgan his woman.Julian almost laughed at the absurdity of it, but it wasn’t funny.It was humiliation. Pure, blistering humiliation.He reached the ed
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Chapter: MY WOMANJulian’s voice cut through the silence like glass splitting against stone.“Who the hell are you to interrupt me while I’m talking?” he demanded, his tone sharp and ridiculing, as though even my presence offended him.I didn’t answer.I just stood there in the middle of the whole nonsense —too calm, too still. My silence felt louder than anything I could’ve said.Julian took a slow step closer, that same smug grin I once knew too well tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You think being quiet makes you look stronger?” he sneered. “It makes you look pathetic. You should have stayed gone when you had the chance.”His words dripped like venom—deliberate, cruel, practiced. But I didn’t flinch. My hands stayed steady at my sides, my chin slightly lifted. Just because I wasn’t meeting him as the woman he once broke. I was meeting him as someone reborn from the fire he thought would destroy me.He began pacing in a slow circle around me, his voice lower but still sharp enough to cut. “You alw
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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.
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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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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
Last Updated: 2025-09-02
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
Last Updated: 2025-09-02
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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