Novels by Kester

Lucy grabbed the large suitcase the maid had placed at the foot of the bed. Her hands trembled—not from fear, but from a fury she could no longer contain. She shoved several clothes into the suitcase with harsh, jerking motions, as if every piece of fabric were years of accumulated resentment.“Don’t just stand there like a statue! Hurry up and finish everything!” Lucy snapped at the maid, making the woman in the housekeeper uniform flinch.The maid could only nod, her face pale. She lowered her head and continued folding the clothes in silence.Vicktor remained standing by the bedroom door, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were cold, unmoving. His anger didn’t explode the way Lucy’s did—his was silent, yet far more suffocating.Lucy stopped her movements, then turned to face him. “So this is our end, Vick? Is it really that easy for you to discard someone who has stayed by your side for years?”Vicktor didn’t respond. His silence cut deeper than any words could.Lucy let out

Vicktor tightened his grip on Amora’s hand, his fingers firm as if he had no intention of letting her go. Without giving Lucy the slightest chance to speak, he pulled Amora away from the living room.Amora had no choice but to follow his steps, even as her mind filled with questions. Just before crossing the doorway, she turned. Her gaze met Lucy’s—eyes blazing with a mix of anger and disbelief. Yet Amora, for some reason, forced a faint smile. A smile that looked like victory.That smile became the final spark that made Lucy explode.“Vicktor, wait! I’m not done talking!” Lucy shouted, her voice cracking. “No matter what, I will never sign those divorce papers! Never, Vick!”Lucy stopped right at the bottom of the staircase, her breath uneven.But Vicktor didn’t turn around at all. He and Amora continued climbing each step without slowing down.Lucy lifted her head, staring at their backs as they disappeared behind the wall of the second floor. Her hands clenched so tightly that her

The atmosphere during lunch at the villa felt calmer compared to this morning. After cleaning and treating the scratch wound on Amora’s cheek, Vicktor tried to ease the tension that had filled the air. The dining table was filled with simple dishes, yet they were enough to make Kelly eat heartily.The little girl chewed slowly, then drank a glass of water to swallow the medicine she had to take. After that, she climbed down from her chair and ran lightly into the living room, carrying her worn-out favourite doll that seemed never to leave her embrace.Meanwhile, Amora and Vicktor continued their activities by sitting on the villa’s balcony. The gentle breeze stirred the ends of Amora’s hair, and the man watched her face with an expression that was difficult to read. Light conversation flowed, but there was something pressing in Amora’s chest—a tension that remained unresolved.“Vick,” Amora finally called, looking at the man in front of her seriously. “Are you sure about your decision

Vicktor strode swiftly toward Lucy, his voice sharp and firm. “Lucy, you cannot take Kelly! Kelly will stay here with me!”“NO!” Lucy stepped back, clutching Kelly even tighter in her arms. “I will not let that cheap woman poison my daughter’s mind with hatred!” she shouted, glaring fiercely at Amora.“What are you talking about?” Vicktor was beginning to lose his patience. “Stop accusing Elisha without any reason!”Lucy shoved Vicktor’s chest with the last ounce of strength she had. The push wasn’t strong, but it was enough to make him stumble one step back. “Go on, Vick—GO ON and defend that wretched woman right in front of me!” Lucy exploded without pause.Vicktor refused to back down. He moved toward Lucy again, trying to pull Kelly out of her arms.“Don’t touch me! Don’t touch my daughter!” Lucy retreated, but Vicktor still attempted to grab Kelly’s small arm, making the little girl tremble in fear.Amid the chaos, Kelly began to cry. “Dad… don’t fight… please… don’t…”But Lucy a

The collision of their bodies echoed once more. The two women attacked each other without mercy, as if the world belonged only to the two of them. Amora tried to stand, but Lucy yanked her back down, sending them both crashing onto the floor again. Amora’s hair was torn at, and her cheek became the constant target of Lucy’s aggressive fingers, sharpened by her long nails.Lucy’s nails landed directly on Amora’s face—scratching a long line from her temple down to her cheek. Blood began to drip instantly, blurring Amora’s vision. The sting spread quickly, yet Amora refused to give in.Even though her body was cornered, Amora continued to fight, gripping Lucy’s hair while kicking at the woman’s leg with all her strength.“I’ve been patient enough with your disgusting attitude and behaviour!” Lucy shouted as she yanked Amora’s hair roughly. “Answer my question! You do have a special relationship with my husband, don’t you?!”Amora winced from the pain, but her voice remained firm. “I don’

Thirty minutes had passed since her return. Amora was back at the villa, closing the door softly so as not to wake anyone. The cold morning air swept against her skin the moment she entered the room. Vicktor sat on the edge of the bed, his body slightly hunched, while Kelly had already fallen back into a deep sleep, completely unaware of the chaos from the night before. Amora carried the first-aid kit and immediately knelt in front of Vicktor. With careful precision, she began to press cold compresses on the bruises scattered across his body: his cheek, his stomach, and his back. Her movements were gentle yet firm, clearly showing her concern. When she wiped the cut on his forehead with antiseptic, Amora warned in a soft voice, “Hold still, Vick. This might hurt even more.” Her left hand was poised with a piece of gauze. Vicktor flashed her a teasing smile, even though his face betrayed the pain. “This wound is nothing, El. I’d be in far more pain if you walked away from me.” Amora

Hana rose from her seat the moment Hans stood and reached for his jacket.“Hans, where are you going?” she asked, her voice trembling as she looked at the young man in worry.“To the place where I can find that bastard!”Hans’s right hand clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. His jaw locked. His eyes burned with rage.He couldn’t wait any longer. Barron Cross had crossed the line—laying a hand on Angelina was the same as begging him to come and finish him.“Hans, you mustn’t act recklessly!” Hana cried, stepping closer.She knew all too well how dangerous the enemy they were facing was.“That man… the one we’re dealing with isn’t a good person. He’s a wicked creature beyond the devil. If you go without a plan, you might not come back.”Hans paused for a moment, turning toward the older woman. His gaze was sharp, yet filled with fear.“Hana, don’t stop me anymore. Angelina’s life is more precious than anything.”His voice cracked. There were wounds, anxieties that had been pil

For the entire day, not a single bite of food entered his stomach. The hunger seemed to vanish, replaced by a tension that tightened his chest and a panic that strangled his thoughts.Several times the servants came to offer dinner, but Hans only shook his head without looking at them. His appetite had disappeared, just like his peace of mind.How could he be calm when Angelina’s whereabouts were still unknown?For the past hour, he had only sat in front of his laptop, opening dozens of news tabs and internal reports, hoping that even a single new piece of information would appear. But the screen remained empty of answers.“Good evening, Young Master Hans.”The voice appeared suddenly, making Hans turn his chair toward the door.“Paul? What are you doing here?” he asked flatly, his gaze sharp and cold.“Young Master—”Before the sentence could be finished, Hans cut him off immediately. “If you’re not bringing information about Angelina, you’d better get out of my house.”His tone was

Axton stormed out of his office, his steps hurried and tense. His face was tight, his eyes sweeping through the corridor as if searching for something—or someone—precious. His breath came fast.“Have you seen my grandmother pass through here?” he demanded sharply at two staff members carrying stacks of documents.They exchanged a quick glance before one of them bowed slightly and answered nervously, “I’m sorry, Mr. Axton, we haven’t seen your grandmother.”Axton exhaled sharply through his nose, his jaw tightening. “Then find her! Make sure every floor is checked!” he barked, his voice echoing down the hall. The employees straightened immediately, knowing that when their boss spoke in that tone, something serious was happening.Without wasting another second, Axton strode toward the security post. “You,” he said, pointing at one of the guards. “Use the CCTV. Find Grandma Hana. I want every corner of this building checked.”“Yes, sir!” the guard replied quickly.Axton stood before the

Hans could no longer wait. His body was still weak—he had been put on an IV again, but it lasted only a few minutes before he tore it out completely. The pain in his heart was far worse than the wounds on his body. With a determined expression, Hans rose from the hospital bed, ignoring the doctor’s voice calling after him.“Master Hans! Your wounds haven’t healed yet, please get back to bed!” the doctor cried out in panic.But Hans only glanced at him briefly. “I don’t have time for that. I have to find Angelina.”His five personal bodyguards, who had been waiting outside, immediately approached the moment they saw Hans leaving the room. “We’re going to Almero’s office,” Hans ordered swiftly. “Search every room there. I’m sure there’s something that can lead us to a clue.”Without wasting another second, they sped toward the Almero building. The road felt endlessly long for Hans, while his thoughts kept racing through the worst possibilities. Every passing second without any news from

That morning, the atmosphere in the Almero family dining room appeared warm, yet beneath that warmth lingered a subtle air of rivalry. Everyone had gathered, enjoying breakfast together. Moreen busied herself moving back and forth, serving food and pouring warm unsweetened tea into Hana’s cup. Her smile was sweet, but her gaze was full of calculation.“Please, Grandma,” Moreen said softly, offering a neatly arranged plate of bread and fruit.Hana gave a faint smile—neither refusing nor showing enthusiasm. She merely looked at her granddaughter-in-law with an unreadable expression.Across the table, Evelyn watched the scene with sharp eyes. She raised her brow, holding back the urge to comment on Moreen’s behavior, which she found revolting. That woman thinks Grandma will like her? Of course not! Evelyn sneered inwardly. I’ll be the one to expose your true colors, Moreen.Meanwhile, Axton remained silent, eating the breakfast prepared by his wife without saying much. He appeared calm,

Hans sat on the edge of the hospital bed, staring blankly at the door. The clock’s hands pointed to ten at night, yet there was still no sign of Angelina. Every passing second felt slow and suffocating. He had tried to calm himself, but the longer he waited, the more restless he became.With trembling hands, Hans grabbed his phone and pressed Paul’s contact. A moment later, the man’s deep voice came through the receiver.“Hello, good evening, Young Master Hans. Paul speaking,” he said casually.“Paul, deploy all your men to search for Angelina’s whereabouts!” Hans ordered, his tone firm yet quivering with panic.Paul paused for a second, then chuckled lightly. “Looking for Miss Angelina? Where did she go, Young Master? Did you two have a fight?” he teased, thinking it was just a trivial matter.“Paul! I’m serious! Angelina’s been missing since this afternoon. Her phone’s off, and she’s not in her apartment!” Hans’s voice rose sharply, loud enough for a few nurses outside the room to g