Novels by huma0912s

The moment was almost unbearably romantic. Tears shimmered down Wendy’s cheeks while Benjamin’s eyes gleamed like liquid fire. They stared at each other, swept up in a tide of emotion neither of them had ever known.Benjamin was waiting for her answer—when suddenly, a raindrop hit her face.“It’s raining!” Wendy gasped, tilting her head up.“You still haven’t answered me!”The sky opened in an instant, heavy drops drumming down fast and hard.“The rain’s too heavy—let’s go inside!”Lifting her skirt, Wendy darted toward the suite.Benjamin threw a frustrated look at the dark sky, but he had no choice except to follow.By the time they made it back inside, the candles had already been cleared away by the staff. Wendy brushed the rain from her dress. Benjamin moved in close, pressing her lightly against the wall.“I just propose

Benjamin dragged Wendy by the hand straight into the elevator, taking her all the way up to the presidential suite at the top floor of the hotel.When they had left earlier, the suite looked perfectly ordinary. But now, when they returned, it had been transformed.“Go in and see for yourself,” Benjamin urged.Wendy stepped in cautiously, her every move careful as though she might ruin the atmosphere.Candles lined the floor in two neat rows, leading toward the center of the room where they formed a large heart. Inside the heart lay a massive bouquet of roses, surrounded by balloons and sparkling fairy lights.It was breathtakingly romantic, the kind of scene most girls only dreamed about, the sort you usually saw in television dramas. Never had Wendy thought she would experience it herself.She followed the candlelit trail through the glass doors and onto the terrace, where the view was even more stunning. Tiny lights twink

Benjamin’s dark eyes flickered as he glanced at Tonya. He then took a plaque from the staff and handed it to her.“Congratulations. This is your prize.”Tonya looked down at the plaque in her hands. Written across it were the words: Bentley Mulsanne Sedan.“Oh my God!”Her heart nearly stopped. The Jones family had actually prepared a luxury car worth over a million dollars as a prize.The crowd erupted with envy, marveling at the family’s extravagance. Even something as casual as a raffle yielded gifts most could only dream of.Tonya was, without a doubt, the luckiest woman of the night. As she stepped off the stage, she was met with countless envious stares.Sydney clutched her arm, squealing. “Tonya, you’re too lucky!”Landon and Wanda were overjoyed, practically beaming with pride for their daughter.But in the crowd, Wendy’s jaw tightened. Watching To

The women held their breath, waiting for the emcee to reveal the result.“Number 177! Congratulations!”The emcee scanned the crowd. “Which young lady holds ticket number 177?”Everyone pulled out their admission stubs, comparing with each other. None of the numbers matched.So who was 177?Wendy glanced at her own ticket. To her shock, the number was 177. Could it really be this much of a coincidence?She stayed quiet, planning to tuck the stub away—she had no intention of dancing. But the sharp eyes of the woman beside her caught the number.“She’s 177!”Gasps spread, and soon all eyes turned to Wendy. Several women nearby confirmed it was indeed her number.Jealousy flickered in their gazes.“177 is her? No way, what are the odds?”The emcee, having received confirmation, gestured toward Wendy. “Would the young lady holding ticket 17

Tonight, Wendy was breathtaking.She wore a flowing violet gown that shimmered with scattered sparkles, as if draped in silk touched by the glow of dusk. Her once-rounded features were now sharpened and refined, and her slimmed-down figure—still soft in all the right places—was shown off perfectly by the cut of the dress.Her long hair was loosely curled, tumbling down her back, jeweled pins glinting under the light, blending seamlessly with her gown. The dress highlighted her curves where they should be full and tapered her waist where it should be slender, creating a figure that exuded a kind of allure no skeletal beauty could compare to.It was exactly this look, this warmth, this softness, that Benjamin was utterly obsessed with.The crowd buzzed with whispers, everyone curious about the mysterious young woman. Among them, the Smith family recognized her first.“That’s… Wendy?” Tonya gasped.&ld

Tonya and Sydney hadn’t expected to fall flat on their faces—let alone right at the feet of the most sought-after men in the room.Every pair of eyes turned toward them. Both women knew they had just humiliated themselves, but at the same time, this was the closest they might ever get to Benjamin. They had to seize the chance.“Ouch…” Tonya clutched her ankle and began to play up her pain. Maybe Benjamin would show pity, lean down, and help her up.Determined to make the most of it, she even rolled herself closer, until she was nearly at Benjamin’s shoes.Sydney had thought of trying the same tactic, but the moment she looked up and saw his face clearly, her blood ran cold.That heir to the Jones family… wasn’t he the same man who had called her ugly in the coffee shop?It couldn’t be—could it?Benjamin glanced down at the woman sprawled in front of him and recognized