Novels by Moriane

Eirik's pov I didn't know why Thalia left in a hurry. She didn't even wait to see Ianth. Although, the doctor said he shouldn't be disturbed and that we could likely see him the next day instead.I didn't go home. There was nothing to go back to. I slept on the chair, in front of my son's ward. I was still very afraid for him. He was out of coma but what if something else happened again?My mom who could harm him was already in jail. There was no need for me to be scared for him anymore. I hoped his health would get better and more better without any complications. Morning came like the other night never existed. I was the first to enter Ianth's ward after the doctor ran some checks on him again to make sure he was stable."Dad!" Ianth shouted immediately he saw me.No, he was already up. It didn't even look like he had been in coma except for the fact that he looked really lean. He was already sitting down on the bed, watching television. "Oh, my boy." I hugged him back with so mu

Thalia's povI didn't say anything. I just wanted to enjoy the silent moment as I focused on wiping Ianth's body. It wasn't dirty but that was how I had been doing it for a while now.Ianth was still my son. I was going to take care of him as one. He was sick so I wouldn't abandon him because of that. I needed him to get well quickly. All of a sudden, Ianth suddenly started gasping for breath. His chest rose and fell numerous times. My heartbeat accelerated in fear. I called the doctor quickly. "Rachel, how is it going?" Eirik didn't leave me as he approached the doctor for update.Doctor Rachel exhaled, "Fortunately, he stayed." Doctor Clark said,At first, I didn't understand what he said."Ianth is quite strong. He refused to give up even after so many complications that surrounded his health. But you need to be careful from now on." He added. He stayed meant that he was alive, right?Instant relief flooded my heart. Ianth was fine. He was actually fine."Is he out of coma?" Eir

Eirik's pov"What is next now?" Lorion questioned, walking into the room.I thought he had left. What was he still doing here? He should have gone. I only wanted to be alone for a while. I needed to fully regret my life choices and the kind of consequences I was suffering from."Stop it, Eirik. The main reason why you were in all of these mess has been taken out of the way. Stop sulking, it won't solve anything. What is next?""Nothing, Lorion." I almost snapped at him. "Nothing is next. I do not have anything in mind. I do not even want to do anything. I just want to be alone."Lorion sat on the floor beside where where I sat. "Eirik, I understand how you feel.""No, you don't. I have lost everything except this house we are in. I lost my wife, my son is in the hospital barely alive....I do not have anything else to my name. Nothing is next, Lorion. Everything has fallen."Lorion sighed, "Well, you are wrong. You still have the company.""What are you talking about? I gave the compan

Eirik’s pov"Eirik, are you alright?" Lorion questioned.I chuckled bitterly, drinking straight from the alcohol bottle. "You are not the one whose life is ruined. My company was taken away. My marriage was destroyed. My only child is fighting for his life in the hospital. What else remained? She made sure to destroy everything."Now, I was left with nothing. Lorion now had full control of my company. Thalia was gone forever which meant I had no wife or right to the baby she gave birth to four years ago. The son I called my own may be declared dead tomorrow morning if he decided not to wake up anymore.I didn't have anything else. There was nothing else left to fight for. The only thing I had right now was my life and I wouldn't even bother if it ended at the moment. "You are not so good with alcohol." Lorion tried to caution me but he didn't even take the bottle away from my hands.I sighed, pouring the bitter liquid into my mouth. The house I built for my family was now empty and l

Thalia's pov I didn't care if Eirik was hurt too because there was no one who wouldn't feel hurt learning that his mother was behind everything that had happened to him.But it didn't validate the fact that he betrayed me. I couldn't forget it even if I tried to. I had tried to forget about everything for four good years but I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried.It kept ringing at the back of my mind. Ianth was not my son. Mirelle was his mother. My original baby was dead. I lost my husband to my supposed best friend — I couldn't forget all those things easily."Thalia..." Eirik called, standing in front of me.I turned away, wiping tears away from my eyes and rubbing my nose. "I told you to leave me alone.""Thalia, please. Listen to me just this once and I promise I will never trouble you again." He collapsed on his knees.I scoffed, looking at me sideways. I had seen him kneeling down so many times that it almost didn't mean anything tangible to me anymore."I just have one thin

Eirik’s povStaring at the content of the document in my hands, I didn't know what to think. Was it the fact that Thalia's college best friend, Elizabeth used the real face of my ex in high school, Mirelle.Everything was messing with my head in a bad way. I wished Thalia had shown me all of these before now. It would have been dealt with. I couldn't believe I slept with a fake, a fraud, a liar and a surgical face."What happened to the real Mirelle?" Lorion asked.I shook my head, "I don't know, Lorion. I didn't see or meet her after high school. I don't know how her face came about.""That's not the actual problem right now." Lorion said, "I've processed your release. The police should be here by now."Just after he finished speaking, the cell opened and I was freed. I was very surprised because I didn't expect it. Maybe I had accepted my fate already.I knew I didn't do it but I didn't want to bother Lorion and Thalia from wasting their time because I knew it'd be exhausting and fr

Corleone’s povI couldn’t breathe.It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room, like the walls were closing in on me, like everything I thought I knew had just… shattered.“Say it again.”My voice didn’t sound like mine. It sounded distant. Hollow.Mom stood across from me, pale, shaken—but not denying it. Not correcting it.“I said…” her voice trembled slightly, “he’s your father, Corleone.”⸻The world tilted.“No.” I shook my head immediately. “No, that’s not—that’s not funny. That’s not even something you joke about.”“I’m not joking.”“Then stop!” I snapped, my voice rising. “Just stop talking!”My chest tightened painfully, my heartbeat erratic. I paced the room like I could outrun the words, like I could escape what she had just said.My father?The man from that night?The one I saw her with—“No…” I whispered, dragging my hands through my hair. “No, that’s sick. That’s actually sick.”⸻Mom stepped closer. “Corleone, listen to me—”“I did listen!” I spun to face her.

Air was running out.Not completely.But enough for me to feel it tightening in my chest, each breath a little shorter than the last.Time wasn’t my enemy yet—But it was getting close.⸻I stayed still for a moment longer, listening.Footsteps above had faded.Voices gone.Silence returned.Good.That meant they were confident.Confident I’d stay buried.Confident I’d break.⸻I exhaled slowly through my nose.“They don’t know me.”⸻My fingers traced the inside again—rough wood, cheap. Not reinforced. Not sealed airtight either, which explained the small amount of air filtering in.That was their first mistake.Second mistake?Leaving me alive.⸻I curled my fingers into fists and drove my knuckles upward.Thud.Pain shot through my hand immediately.I didn’t stop.Thud. Thud.The wood vibrated slightly.Not strong enough.Not yet.⸻I paused, breathing harder now, jaw clenched.Force alone wouldn’t do it.Not in this position.Not in this space.I needed leverage.⸻Think.⸻I shif

Darkness.That was the first thing I registered.Not the kind that came with night or closed eyes.This was heavier. Thicker. Suffocating.The kind of darkness that pressed against your lungs and dared you to breathe.⸻Pain came next.Sharp. Familiar.Alive.Good.That meant I wasn’t dead.Yet.⸻I inhaled slowly—bad idea. The air was stale, tight, like it had nowhere to go. My chest resisted the movement, my ribs aching like they’d been worked over repeatedly.Memory hit me in fragments.The club.A call.Movement.Then—Nothing.⸻I forced my eyes open, though it didn’t matter. There was nothing to see. No light. No shape. No outline.Just black.And silence.Too much silence.⸻My hands moved instinctively.Limited range.Very limited.Wood.Rough. Close.Above me.Below me.On both sides.⸻I stilled.Then let out a low breath.“…Clever.”⸻A box.No—A coffin.⸻They didn’t just take me.They buried me.⸻A slow smirk pulled at my lips despite the situation.“Whoever you are…” m

Corleone’s povI couldn’t shake the feeling.It followed me like a shadow—quiet, persistent, pressing against my chest no matter how much I tried to ignore it.Something wasn’t right.And it wasn’t just my mom.The morning after the wedding felt wrong in a way I couldn’t explain. The hotel was quieter now, stripped of its glamour. Workers moved around, clearing decorations, packing away what had looked like perfection just hours ago.Everything felt… temporary.Like it had all been a distraction.Percy walked beside me as we stepped out of the hotel entrance, sunglasses perched on her face like she was trying to hide behind them. Davin trailed slightly behind us, unusually quiet today.“Where to?” Percy asked, forcing a light tone.I shrugged. “Anywhere that isn’t here.”She nodded. “Fair.”We started walking, no real direction, just letting the city carry us. But even outside, even with the noise of cars and people and life happening all around us, my mind wouldn’t settle.It kept ci

I didn’t sleep.Not even for a second.The night dragged on like punishment, every hour heavier than the last. My mom’s words echoed in my head on a loop—dangerous people… no choice… protecting you.It didn’t make sense.But it also didn’t feel like a lie.And that was what scared me the most.⸻By the time morning light crept into the room, I was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the floor. The wedding was over. Everything that was supposed to feel like a beginning now felt like the start of something… wrong.Something I couldn’t see yet.But I could feel it.⸻Percy stirred behind me, stretching lazily before sitting up. “God… remind me never to dance in heels for that long again.”I didn’t respond.She noticed immediately.“Okay… that silence? Not normal,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “You didn’t sleep, did you?”I shook my head slightly. “I talked to my mom.”That got her attention. Fully.Percy sat up straighter. “And?”I hesitated. Something abou

The music downstairs was still loud. Laughter, glasses clinking, voices blending into a celebration that felt miles away from me.But up here…Up here, everything was quiet. Too quiet.I stood outside my mom’s suite, staring at the door like it might open on its own and save me from what I was about to do. My heart pounded hard against my chest, my fingers curling into fists at my sides.This was it.No more pretending. No more avoiding.I raised my hand and knocked.Once.Twice.The door opened almost immediately.She had been expecting me.Of course she had.“Corleone…” her voice was soft, cautious. “Come in.”I stepped inside without a word. The room still smelled like perfume and champagne, traces of the wedding clinging to the air. Her dress had been changed—she was now in a silk robe, her makeup slightly faded, but her eyes… her eyes were tired.Guilty.I turned to face her fully.“Who is he?”No greeting. No softness. No hesitation.Just the question.Her breath caught. Just fo