Novels by Abby

IvyI decided to go to Damien’s house. It was raining, the kind of heavy, biting rain that made the air feel like ice against my skin. Still, I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed my bag, threw on my clothes, and pulled a cap low over my head before boarding a cab straight to his apartment.The ride felt endless, fifteen minutes stretching like hours, every second dragging as the rain hammered down on the roof. When we finally pulled into his estate, I paid the driver and stepped out. My shoes sank into puddles, my clothes already plastered to my body by the storm.The garden looked different. Maybe because it had been so long since I was here… or maybe because the air itself carried a weight tonight. Something about it felt wrong.That’s when I saw them.Two men in sharp suits, standing stiff, their posture too precise. They looked like those hot FBI agents you see in movies, the kind that don’t miss a single detail. My stomach dropped. My heart raced so fast I thought it might rip through my

*Damien*I stood in my office, hands braced on the edge of the desk, staring down at the untouched glass of whiskey in front of me. The amber liquid glowed faintly in the late afternoon light, but I hadn’t taken a sip. Not yet.I hadn’t earned the relief.The weight of Ana’s death still clung to the air—heavy, suffocating. Her blood was no longer on the floor, but it was everywhere else. On my conscience. In my lungs. Beneath my skin.I had failed her.And Ivy.And Scarlett.I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to steady my heartbeat that always spiraled when I thought too long about what if.What if the killer had gone after Scarlett?What if Ivy didn’t make it out?What if this was only the beginning?I hadn’t slept since the night it happened.“Sir?” Malik’s voice came from the hallway, dragging me from my thoughts. “Scarlett’s in the garden. Do you want me to keep eyes on her?”I glanced at the clock. Scarlett had said she wanted some air earlier. She needed space, and after all t

*Damien*The Next Day“So, this is the easiest way to reach all of us at once,” I said, standing at the center of the main living space in the estate, now turned into a makeshift security hub.“We’ll tour the entire premises after lunch. That way everyone gets familiar with the layout.”After everything that happened… Ana’s death, Ivy’s tears, Scarlett’s fear I wasn’t taking any more risks. I'd doubled the security across the entire property. My wife deserved to feel safe. And I needed to feel like I could protect what mattered most.The truth was, I still felt like a monster.Ivy. That night. The sex. The chaos. The guilt.It clung to me like smoke after a fire, suffocating and unshakable. What I felt for Ivy whatever it was had morphed into a knot of shame and regret. I cared for her once, maybe more than I should have.But yesterday, when I saw Scarlett, heard her voice trembling in fear, saw her protectively cradle her stomach…It hit me.What I had with Ivy wasn’t love.It was lu

*Ivy*Police swarmed the hotel like ants on sugar blue lights flashing, yellow tape cutting off every corridor. Investigators, medics, cameras. It was chaos. Controlled, methodical chaos.And I stood right in the middle of it, crying.Or at least… pretending to.Tears rolled down my cheeks, my body trembling like a scared little girl. I could’ve won an Oscar."The man attacked both of you?" the officer asked gently, his pen ready."Y-Yes," I mumbled, my voice cracking as I sniffled. I dabbed my eyes with a tissue Damien had handed me earlier. The officer nodded, scribbling into his notepad."He was insane," I added, shaking my head, forcing my lip to tremble like I was still shaken to the core.He glanced at his notes. "You said he was a white male, approximately 30 to 40 years old. Dressed in all black. Wielded only a knife?"I nodded quickly. "Yes. I was so scared. Ana… she tried to protect me. And he...."I broke down again, letting out a sob for good measure. “She didn’t deserve t

Present Moment*Damien*The way Ivy’s voice quivered with fear hit me harder than any threat ever could. It reminded me of a truth I’d long buried beneath power and success—being a billionaire CEO of a massive company doesn’t just make me a target. It paints a red mark on the backs of everyone I care about.And now… this.The guilt twisted deep in my chest, sick and sharp. I should’ve been more careful. I should’ve done more. This never would’ve happened if I had better security, tighter control, fewer blind spots.This tragedy—Ana’s blood, Ivy’s trembling hands—it was on me.“Who was he? What’s his name?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.“I… I don’t know,” she choked out, tears cracking her voice like glass.Her pain gutted me. And worse? I knew she was trying to be strong—for me. For all of us. But it was me who failed her.I pulled her into my arms, holding her like I could somehow squeeze the fear out of her body and into mine. “It’s okay… You’re safe now,” I whispered int

The first thing I felt was… wrong.My body wasn’t my own. Heavy. Sluggish.My head throbbed, like a drumbeat inside my skull.Then came the cold. My skin prickled—bare. Exposed. I gasped for air, choking on nothing.Where—?My eyes flew open. The world spun, smeared at the edges. Everything too bright. My limbs twitched uselessly as if made of lead.Soft sheets beneath me. No. Leather. A couch?And then—her voice."Awake, darling?"Sophie.I jerked weakly, panic clawing at my throat. My arms—tied? No, limp. I couldn’t move them properly.Fingers grazed my thigh—my bare thigh.Oh God.She was kneeling between my legs, fully naked now. Her eyes gleamed with hunger, madness.In her hand—fuck—a dildo. Thick. Shiny."No—" My voice came out a hoarse whisper, barely audible.She giggled. "Don’t worry, it’ll feel good. You’ll see."Another stroke along my thigh. Cold dread flooded my veins."I’m straight," I croaked, forcing the words through numb lips."Stop. Please—don’t—"Her mouth curled