Novels by Cynthiya kan

Shadows and SecretsThe mansion slept, but Kristen couldn’t.Even though she lay in the softest bed money could buy, surrounded by silence and shadows, her mind was restless. The words Carlo had spat earlier still echoed in her head—sharp and cutting.Every breath she took reminded her of how trapped she was. Every pulse of pain from her ankle reminded her of hard she'd fallen. She wasn’t just angry. She wasn’t just afraid. She was curious.Something had changed in him. It wasn’t just hatred. It was deeper. Sharper. Personal. She had to know why.And somewhere in this house, the answer was waiting.Kristen sat up slowly, careful not to let the bed creak. The clock on the wall ticked past two in the morning. She reached for her crutches, her muscles tense as she placed her feet on the cool wooden floor.The hallway was dim. Only a few lamps were left on, casting a soft orange glow along the floorboards. The whole house was quiet, as if holding its secrets tight between its walls.Krist

THE WEIGHT OF HER SINSKristen sat on the edge of the bed, crutches beside her, her ankle throbbing with every shift of her weight. The pain was constant, but it was the least of her worries. It was the silence that weighed on her the most. The heavy quiet that seemed to fill the room, thick with everything left unsaid.The door creaked open, and she didn’t even look up.Carlo entered the room, his presence unmistakable, like a dark storm closing in. He didn’t speak right away, but his eyes were on her, watching her like she was a puzzle he was still trying to solve.Kristen felt her blood begin to boil. She couldn’t let him walk in here, acting like he hadn’t just thrown her into the depths of a life she never wanted. She couldn’t let him think she was broken, that she’d let him get away with what he’d done.“So,” she said, breaking the silence, her voice dripping with disdain. “Decided to show up finally?”Carlo didn’t flinch at her tone. He crossed the room slowly, his movements de

UNBROKEN Kristen woke up to the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor beside her bed. The hospital room was cold and sterile, yet somehow it felt more peaceful than the mansion she was forced to call home. Her eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the soft light filtering through the blinds. Her body ached, her ankle was wrapped tightly and elevated, and her mouth was dry. She tried to sit up, but pain shot up her leg and into her spine, forcing a strangled gasp from her lips. The door clicked open. A doctor in a white coat stepped inside, clipboard in hand. He looked calm and collected, clearly used to delivering updates to patients who didn’t want to be there. “Mrs. Moretti ,” he said with a polite nod, as if the name belonged to her. As if it had ever been hers to claim. Kristen’s jaw tensed at the title. She didn't correct him. “I’ve reviewed your scans and labs,” he continued. “Your vitals have stabilized, and with rest and medication, your sprain should heal in a few weeks. We

REGRETThe Wilson Mansion“What have I done?” Mr. Wilson muttered as he paced anxiously in his office, sipping whisky from a glass. “How could I have been foolish enough to marry off my daughter to that ruthless man? What has he done to her? Why was she in the hospital, and why won't he let anyone see her?” A torrent of questions flooded his mind, but no one was there to provide answers. He lacked the courage to confront Don Carlo; the man was capable of crushing him without a second thought. “But Kristen…” The image of her face haunted him. He remembered the encounter at the hospital when their eyes met, it was filled with so much hatred. Would she ever forgive him? “That manipulative woman,” he grumbled in frustration. He had loved Carolina so deeply that he followed her every word without question, and now he had lost his beloved daughter—the little girl his wife, Christiana, had entrusted to him on her deathbed. “Promise you'll love and take care of our baby girl when I’m gone

LOVE TO HATECarlo dashed into the room and found Kristen lying on the floor, unconscious as the maid had reported. He scooped her up delicately, like she was made of glass, and hurried her to the car, driving straight to the hospital.“It’s a good thing you got her here so quickly,” the doctor said as Carlo settled into the office.“After running an X-ray on her leg and other tests, we found that she has a grade three ankle sprain, which explains the swelling. She’s also severely dehydrated, and her blood pressure is low. The combination of the swollen ankle and dehydration caused her to pass out,” the doctor explained to Carlo.“But will she be okay?” Carlo asked, his concern for Kristen surprising even himself.“You don’t have to worry,” the doctor reassured him with a smile. “We’ll provide her with some medication and ice the swelling. After that, she’ll need physical therapy for her leg. With plenty of rest and your support, she’ll be back on her feet in no time.”After a brief c

DARK ROOMCarlo stormed into Kristen’s room, causing her to flinch in surprise. A wave of fear washed over her as she trembled, watching him approach with anger burning in his eyes.“What do you want from me?” Kristen asked, fear building up as he walked up to her.“ how dare you defy my orders and disrespect me in front of my maid” Carlo yelled as he grabbed her arms and lifted her from the bed. “You want to be stubborn? You want to show me how strong-headed you are right? I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget for the rest of your life.” he said dragging her out of the bed down to the floor. “No, please stop you're hurting me” she screamed while trying to release her arms from his grip.“Ohh, you're still proving hot head you little brat? I'll show you what happens to people who defy me” he said lifting her to his shoulder and grabbing her very tightly. “Let me go… let me go” she cried while hitting his back hoping he would release her, but to no avail, as he headed to the doo