Novels by Yhukhay

AURORA’S POV I took a slow step forward, never once taking my eyes off Sofia. I swear to God I just wanted to kill her at the very moment not caring if she was my husband’s sister. HOW DARE SHE USE MY SON AS BAIT?! She stumbled back, her spine hitting the wall with a soft thud, but I kept moving toward her, each step burning with rage, betrayal, and disgust. The very sight of her made my stomach churn. “You know,” I said, my voice shaking from the fury I could barely contain, “I feel so damn stupid for ever trusting you. And I won’t even lie, I want to pass a bullet through that head of yours but for all time's sake…” Sofia’s face paled even more. “I thought you cared about family. About Liam. About your brother. You were my first friend ever aside from my sister. My throat tightened and tears threatened to spill but I forced myself to keep going. “But all you ever cared about was yourself. You just wanted to hurt us. To hurt my son, a five-year-old— because you’re nothing but a

MATTEO’S POVThe second I turned around, my heart almost stopped.Alfredo had Bella with a gun to her temple. Talk about going from one problem to an even bigger problem. Her hands were trembling and her eyes were wide with shock, not fear but shock.“Alfredo,” I forced out, raising my hands slightly. “You don’t have to do this.”Anthony shifted beside me, tense, trying to gauge the situation. I felt his anger ready to burst, but we both knew one wrong move could get Bella killed.“Finally caught your attention, Rocco,” Alfredo sneered, pressing the gun harder against Bella’s head. She winced at the impact but didn’t make a sound.And then, Sophia stepped forward, arms crossed, an almost bored expression on her face and blood dripping across from her forehead from where Aurora had hit her against the wall.“Oh, Brother,” she drawled mock sympathy dripping from her voice. “Still trying to save everyone, aren’t you? Still pretending you have control?”“You don’t want to do this,” I sai

MATTEO’S POV"No."That was the first word out of my mouth the moment Aurora stepped into the room. I had thought about how I would try to talk her out of joining us in meeting Sofia but seeing how she looked right now told me that if I didn’t stop her, she would pull up something reckless when we got there. Dressed in a black leather jumpsuit paired with a pair of black boots, Her eyes still had that mechanical look to them and she just looked… DANGEROUS."You're not coming with us," I said again, louder this time.She didn’t flinch. "I am." She bent down to adjust the laces of her boots as if I wasn’t talking to her. Bella blinked. "Aurora… you look like you're heading to kill someone.""I might.""Absolutely not," I snapped, moving toward her. "You’re not going into that place dressed like—""Like someone ready to get her son back?" she interrupted.Anthony stood behind me, arms folded and just stared at Aurora before he spoke up. "This isn't a battlefield, Aurora.""Isn’t it? My

MATTEO’S POVThe whole house was thrown into chaos with Liam’s disappearance with Sofia. Aurora hadn’t said a word for hours, as if in a trance and the worst part…Riccardo had insisted on not talking which was nerve-wracking. “All fingers point to Sofia, she has a hand in Alfredo’s disappearance.”Bella pointed out a matter of factly as we tried without end to reach Sofia’s phone but to no avail. “I can’t believe this is happening again and to my son at that. I wish she took me instead.” Aurora’s voice came from the corner of the where she sat in tears. “I really do wish she took me instead of my son, my baby is too young and precious for this.” Loud sobs came at the last part as her body shook violently. I pulled my wife into my arms whispering comforting things to her. Bella and Anthony came close, “Sofia won’t hurt him Aurora, she might be acting this way but would never hurt her nephew. She might be acting up cause of something.” Bella said softly.“But what does she want?” I fi

AURORA’S POV“At this rate, I’ll be late picking up Liam.” I sighed as I took another glance at my watch, it was more than twenty minutes and no sign of Bella. She’d asked to meet but she wasn’t showing up. Dailing her number a couple of times with no response I made to leave the ice cream shop heading towards my car when a message dropped in. Opening my inbox my blood ran cold. “No…no.” I whispered in fear as I looked at the image of my baby boy asleep in the back seat of a car. My mind went black as I jumped into my car and sped up to his kindergarten which was just a three-minute drive from the ice cream shop. “God it better be a prank… not my baby God I beg of you.” I kept praying as my heart slammed against my chest in fear. Immediately I got to the school premises I caught sight of Liam’s homeroom teacher out in the front with some other kids whose parents were yet to pick up. She sees me and waves my way. “Mrs Rocco, what are you doing here?” She asks warmly with a confused

MATTEO’S POVDay three into Sofia’s disappearance and Alfredo's supposed death. That was how long it had been then. Three days, and we still had nothing except her abandoned car in the hotel parking lot. She checked in and never came out leaving everyone fucking worried.And as if that isn't enough, the damn DNA results were still being delayed by Hughes and Dawson. "I want those results on my desk in an hour," I snapped into the phone talking to Dawson, pacing the length of my office. "I don't care what the holdup is. Make it happen. And don’t bring up that crap that he was burnt beyond recognition else I'll Have you burnt as well."The man on the other end stammered, trying to feed me more excuses. I hung up before I lost my temper completely. This was already getting me on edge as it's been days and we've still had nothing from the forensics or the CCTV footage.I turned to Anthony, who was leaning against the desk, his eyes glued to the screen monitoring the CCTV footage. "Go p

Alara’s face is buried in a pile of workload and glasses sit on her face as she skims through the pages of the documents she has to hand over to Xavier as part of his workload when a knock is heard on the door of her office. It sounded more like someone banging on the door than a knock…She didn’t look up. “Come in.”The door opened immediately and almost too aggressively.Charles.She sighed audibly before meeting his gaze. “Should’ve figured when I heard it sound like my door was about to crash down.”Charles stepped in like an angry bull released from its pen, his lip still swollen and the bruise around his jaw fresh, thanks to Xavier’s fist.“I see the punch landed well,” Alara said, dry as sandpaper. “Too bad whoever did it didn’t harm your eyes, they look fine.”He shut the door behind him with a little too much force. “Don’t flatter yourself, Alara. I’m not here to play games.”She stood slowly, crossing her arms and leaning against the desk. “Oh, good. Because last time I check

Inside the boardroom, Xavier and Sir Jericho sat in silence waiting for Charles to join in. “It’s been past five minutes,what’s keeping this boy?” Sir Jericho asked no one in particular while checking his watch. He hated being kept for a longer period. “Should I go fetch him?” Xavier asked in a tone that sounded more like sarcasm than concern and Sir Jericho just looked at him amused before shaking his head in the negative. “He will be here soon.” And just as they spoke the glass door pushed open with Charles coming in. “Took you so long, making your father wait.” Sir Jericho snapped. “I’m sorry father,I had to attend to an important client.” He apologized before walking to the other side of the table. At the head of the table, Xavier leaned back lazily in his chair, casually twirling a pen between his fingers. His expression looked more of amusement, a stark contrast to the fury radiating from Charles. Xavier had always had this effect on him…an unnerving, irritating con

“Unbelievable.”Charles tossed the black folder across his table, where it skidded across to the edge. Michelle, sitting on the edge of the couch with her legs elegantly crossed, raised an eyebrow but said nothing at first. She had dropped by to check in on him during office hours just to be met by his outburst.“I mean, of all people,” Charles continued, pacing now, his voice rising with every word, “he brings Xavier back? My screw-up of a Step-brother? And puts Alara in charge of training him? Are we all being pranked by some divine comedy writer or what?” Michelle arched a perfectly manicured brow. “You done throwing your little tantrum?”“Do I look done?” Charles snapped turning towards her, running a hand through his hair. “My own father practically shoved me aside to bring him in. And then pairs him with my ex like it’s a damn reality show twist. Do you expect me to smile and be giggly about that Michelle?”Michelle uncrossed her legs, stood, and walked over to him. “Let’s be r

Alara stormed down the hallway like a woman with fire underneath her soles, her heels clicking sharply against the marble tiles. Her mind was racing, her face flushed like a ripened tomato and her hands still slightly trembling in anger from the encounter with Xavier.Who the hell did he think he was, that Dutch bag playboy?The audacity. The smugness. The way he’d touched her, pinned her to the wall…sigh.“Alara!”A familiar voice called from down the hall. Alara didn’t slow down until a flash of red caught her eye, Scarlet. Her best friend, co-conspirator in after-hours wine-fueled rants, and the only person in this godforsaken office and world who had the power to calm her rage.Scarlet jogged up to her in her red pumps as she matched Alara’s pace.“What are you doing here Scar?” She asked her friend.“Came to drop off some documents for my dad with Charles Dad.” Scarlet took a closer look at her friend who was still fuming. “You look like you’re about to throw someone out of a wi

“So this is going to be your office from now on Mr Xavier.” Alara pushes the glass doors revealing a large office. She has spent the last hour showing him around the company, his office was the last stop for the day. The mahogany table gave the room a certain kind of aura suitable for someone like Xavier. The Opaque glass of the office was exactly what he needed as no one could know what he was doing in his office. The imagination of bending over the woman that stood before him on his desk, her ass in the air, turned him on so bad he distracted himself by looking around.Xavier walks into the office looking around as if checking if it was to his taste. “This will do Miss Alara.” He flashes her one of his playboy smiles and Alara couldn’t help but grimace. Prostitute, she thought to herself but she wouldn’t dare say it out loud would she? As much as she would love to smack his advances off his head, she loved her job a bit too much to risk it.“That will be all for today Mr Xavier,

CHAPTER 4The last person Xavier expects to meet sitting in the office is the frowning woman he met at the elevator a few minutes ago. He barely hears a word his father says.Alara Bancroft, he tests the name in his mind as she takes his handshake with a stiff smile. Her hand is soft and warm in his. A perfect fit for when he pins them above her head.For one long, sinful moment, Xavier forgets himself, thereby forgetting where he’s at. His mind strays to places it shouldn’t, lingering too long on how good she would look pressed against the desk. The smokiness in those grey eyes pin him with a strict look that is all too familiar. Eyes that have featured in several of his twisted fantasies; one where she gazes up at him from a kneeling position, another where her thighs are wrapped tightly around his waist. Lips parted and eyes rolling, she would be calling his name in a tone far different from irritation.His father’s voice yanks him back to reality,same time when she pulls away wi