Novels by Prettygifty

Sorcha lay on her bed staring at the ceiling, a faint smile playing on her lips as her thoughts drifted back to Karios. His voice. His hands. The way he had looked at her that afternoon, like she was the only thing anchoring him to the world. She hugged a pillow to her chest, imagining the life they had whispered about, the days ahead when no one could pull them apart again.Downstairs, the television volume suddenly spiked.“Sorcha!”Her father’s voice cut through the house, sharp and thunderous.She jolted upright, her heart leaping into her throat. Fear crawled up her spine as she swung her legs off the bed. Something was wrong. She hadn’t heard him shout like that since the night he grounded her.Her phone buzzed on the bedside table but she didn’t see it.“Sorcha! Get down here now!”She hurried out of her room and down the stairs, stopping short when she reached the living room. Damien stood rigid in front of the television, his face drained of color, his fists clenched so tigh

Sorcha stood frozen for a moment, watching Karios like she was afraid he might disappear if she blinked. Tears slid freely down her cheeks. He looked thinner, rougher, like the weight of the world had settled into his bones. The sight of him shattered what little strength she had left. She crossed the distance between them in a rush and threw herself into his arms.Karios caught her tightly, as if his body had been waiting for hers. He buried his face in her hair, breathing her in like oxygen. His arms locked around her, crushing her to his chest, afraid that if he loosened his grip she would be taken from him again. The days without her had been unbearable, long nights soaked in alcohol and regret, mornings that felt pointless. Holding her now felt like coming back to life.Neither of them noticed the man sitting in the far corner of the café, his phone lifted just enough to catch the angle. The soft click of the camera went unnoticed. Outside, across the street, Elena leaned against

The house was silent when they returned.Damien didn’t say another word after dragging Sorcha inside. He led her straight down the hallway, past the framed family photos and the staircase she had grown up running down barefoot, and stopped in front of her bedroom door.“Go in,” he said, his voice hard.Sorcha stood frozen, her eyes swollen, her face streaked with tears. “Dad, please. Just let me explain.”“There’s nothing to explain,” he replied without looking at her. “Go in.”She stepped inside on shaking legs. Before she could turn back, the door shut behind her with a sharp click. Moments later, she heard the lock slide into place.Her chest tightened.“Dad?” she called, rushing to the door and rattling the handle. “Dad, please don’t do this.”There was no answer.Heavy footsteps moved away.Panic surged through her. She ran to the window and tried to open it, but it wouldn’t budge. The handle had been locked too. She pressed her forehead against the glass, staring down at the dar

After Karios left Sorcha’s father’s house, he drove aimlessly through the streets, his mind a tangled mess.He didn’t understand why he felt so torn. It wasn’t as if he loved Elena—the woman he loved was Sorcha. Yet he had pushed her away and driven off without a word.Damien had been his best friend since childhood. Elena had been his wife for over ten years.The betrayal cut deeper than he could put into words.The thought that Damien could laugh with him, drink with him, and still sleep with his wife made his chest tighten painfully. But the bitterness didn’t stop there. He wasn’t innocent either. He had crossed an unforgivable line by falling in love with his best friend’s daughter.Everything felt wrong.He couldn’t continue being friends with Damien after this. He couldn’t stay married to Elena either. Their marriage had been arranged, built on convenience and benefit, not love.But if he cut ties with them, he would lose Sorcha too.The thought alone made his hands tighten arou

Damien looked at Sorcha with clear disappointment etched across his face.“What do you mean you love him?” he demanded. “He’s years older than you, Sorcha. He’s my best friend. How could you fall in love with him?”His voice rose, sharp and unfamiliar. It was the first time in a long while he had spoken to her like this.Beside him, Elena stood quietly, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she watched the exchange between father and daughter unfold.Sorcha stood frozen in front of her father, her gaze fixed on the floor.“I’m sorry, Dad,” she said softly. “I didn’t mean to. I couldn’t control my heart. But I love him, and I’m not ready to let him go.”Her hands trembled at her sides as she spoke, fear curling in her chest, but she forced the words out anyway. She had to make her stance clear.“You—” Damien raised his hand.Time seemed to freeze.Sorcha’s breath caught. Elena stiffened, shock flashing across her face. Neither of them had expected it. Damien had never raised a hand to S

Karios stood frozen in the doorway, his hand still gripping the doorframe as if it were the only thing keeping him upright. The sight before him refused to make sense, even though every detail was painfully clear. The tangled sheets. Elena scrambling to cover herself. Damien standing bare-chested beside the bed, his face draining of color.For a moment, no one spoke.“Elena…” Karios said finally, his voice low and disbelieving.She gasped, clutching the sheet to her chest. “Karios, wait—please, this isn’t—”Damien moved first. He stepped forward quickly, hands raised in a helpless gesture. “Listen to me. I can explain. Just give me a second, please.”Karios took a step into the room. Then another. His gaze never left Damien’s face. “Explain what?” he asked quietly. “Explain why you’re in my bed with my wife?”Elena shook her head frantically. “Karios, don’t listen—”The punch came fast and brutal. Damien didn’t even have time to react before Karios’s fist slammed into his jaw, sending