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.
Última actualización: 2025-09-02
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, wedding ring caught th
Última actualización: 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
Última actualización: 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
Última actualización: 2025-09-02
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
Última actualización: 2025-09-02
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
Última actualización: 2025-09-02
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
Última actualización: 2025-09-05
Chapter: Faces 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
Última actualización: 2025-09-05
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
Última actualización: 2025-09-05
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
Última actualización: 2025-09-05
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.
Última actualización: 2025-09-04
Chapter: A man's heart is never that coldAmara 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
Última actualización: 2025-09-04
Chapter: Your nosy author speaksIf you are reading this with a tired heart, this is for you.Love should never require you to disappear.If my story taught me anything, it is that a woman can survive being overlooked, underestimated, and even broken but she should never have to earn basic respect by bleeding for it. You do not need to shrink your voice to keep someone. You do not need to suffer in silence to prove loyalty. And you do not need to stay where your tears are more familiar than your smile.There will be moments when the world convinces you that your worth is measured by how much pain you can endure. Do not believe it. Strength is not staying when it hurts. Strength is knowing when to walk away, even with shaking hands and a shattered heart.Choose yourself, even when it feels selfish. Especially then. Because the right love will never ask you to beg to be seen. It will meet you standing, not kneeling. It will protect your softness, not exploit it.And if you ever feel alone in your becoming, remember this
Última actualización: 2026-01-15
Chapter: A Life ReclaimedYears had passed, yet the warmth in the Bellandi household seemed eternal. Sunlight poured through the large windows of their kitchen, spilling onto the polished counters where Eve was carefully chopping fruits for a colorful salad. Pineapple, strawberries, kiwi, and blueberries lay neatly in bowls, waiting to be mixed. The scent of fresh fruit mingled with the faint aroma of vanilla from a small cake resting on the side. Eve hummed softly, a contented smile curving her lips, feeling the simple joy of a quiet morning at home.The sound of laughter drew her attention. Soren appeared at the doorway, holding a tiny bundle in his arms. The baby yawned and stretched, eyes blinking sleepily as if sensing the love surrounding it. Soren’s expression was tender, yet his usual commanding presence softened in this domestic moment.“She’s hungry,” he said gently, his voice carrying the kind of warmth Eve had grown accustomed to over the years.Eve’s heart melted as she stood and took the baby fro
Última actualización: 2026-01-15
Chapter: The scales of fateBy the time the day of Livia Glover’s trial arrived, it was already clear to anyone observing that the world had shifted irreversibly. From a distance, the events unfolded with a surreal precision, etched in memory like scars—each one sharp, indelible, impossible to forget.The courthouse had been alive with anticipation, a place where whispers, glances, and the low hum of expectation collided in an uneasy, tense symphony. And there she stood, Livia, once untouchable, now diminished in ways no amount of wealth or cunning could repair.Looking back, it was almost impossible not to marvel at the depth of her fall. The Livia who had once moved through life with unchallenged confidence—crafting schemes, bending others to her will, taking what she desired with impunity—was now a figure struggling to maintain control that had long since slipped through her fingers.To a casual observer, she appeared composed, her sharp gaze still cutting through the courtroom, but those who knew her history
Última actualización: 2026-01-15
Chapter: Surviving Livia GloverHer gaze lingered on Eve for half a second longer than necessary, sharp and deliberate, as though she wanted that image burned into Eve’s memory. Bloodied. Broken. Alive.The smile that curved her lips then was small, almost private, but it carried a promise that made George’s skin crawl.“You will all perish here!” she said again, quietly this time.Then the world ended.A low, unnatural rumble rolled through the building, deep and violent, like the earth itself had drawn a breath.The floor vibrated beneath their feet. Dust sifted down from the ceiling in a slow, deadly rain.“What the hell was that?” an officer shouted.Another officer’s face drained of color as his device began to shriek. “Sir—signals just spiked—”“Explosives!” someone yelled. “She planted bombs!”For a fraction of a second, time froze.The
Última actualización: 2026-01-15
Chapter: Into the TrapGeorge arrived at the house with a feeling he could not shake. It settled deep in his chest, heavy and insistent, the kind of unease that told a man something was already wrong before proof ever appeared. The gate stood open. Too open. The quiet felt unnatural.The gardener was still outside, pacing slowly, wiping his hands repeatedly on his trousers as if he could scrub away the worry clinging to him. George didn’t waste time on greetings. He stepped out of the car and moved straight toward him.“Where did she go?” George asked sharply.The gardener startled, then straightened. “Sir, I don’t know,” he said quickly. “She rushed out like it was an emergency. I’ve never seen her like that before.”“Did she have her phone with her?” George pressed, his eyes scanning the driveway, the street beyond, searching for something—anything—that might point in a d
Última actualización: 2026-01-14
Chapter: An ordinary day, Until it wasn’t Happiness had settled into my life so gently that sometimes I was afraid to breathe too loudly, afraid I might startle it away.Soren came to our house often now. Not out of obligation, not as a guest who needed to be entertained, but as someone who belonged. He sat with my mother in the evenings, listening to her stories with patience.He walked through the rooms as though they were already part of his future. And when it was just the two of us, we talked endlessly—about the wedding, about small details that somehow felt enormous, about the life we wanted to build after everything we had survived.There was a softness between us, something unhurried and sincere. His hand would find mine without effort. His voice, when he spoke my name, carried a certainty that calmed the restless corners of my heart. Love lingered in the air, tangible and warm, like sunlight that refuses to fade even as the day stretches on.That Saturday
Última actualización: 2026-01-13
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