Novel-novel oleh Icy Angel

Amaya’s chest tightened as she stared at Jaxon, his words echoing in her head like cruel thunder. Dating. Her throat burned, and her eyes stung with hot tears she fought to hold back. She turned away from him, refusing to let him see her break. But her thoughts wouldn’t stop repeating the same thing: How could they be dating? How? She hugged her arms around herself, trying to make sense of the ache clawing at her heart. Tiana’s face, smiling, leaning into Jaxon, his lips on hers, it flashed behind her eyes like a nightmare. Her voice was unsteady when she finally spoke. “Just… leave my room, Jaxon.” But Jaxon didn’t move. Instead, she felt him step closer, his presence thick in the air behind her. “Why are you so bothered about what I do?” His voice was low, pressing. Amaya spun halfway, her lips parting, but no words came out. She stared at him in silence, her mind caught between anger and confusion. Why am I so bothered? Why does it hurt so much? He wasn’t hers. She had no ri

Amaya pushed her door open and stepped inside, relief washing over her at finally being in her space. School had drained her, classes, whispers, and the constant pretending that everything was normal. She let her bag slide off her shoulder, sighing as she set it down by the chair. Just as she was about to close the door, a hand caught it from the other side. Her heart jumped. Before she could react, Jaxon slipped into her room and shut the door behind him. Her brows knit together instantly. “What are you doing here?” she asked sharply, backing up a step. Jaxon leaned against the door like he owned the place, his usual cocky smirk tugging at his lips. “Relax, I’m not here to kill you. Why are you acting like I’m some kind of intruder?” “Because you are,” she snapped, crossing her arms. “This is my room, Jaxon. You can’t just walk in whenever you feel like it.” He raised a brow, his eyes glinting with that frustrating calm confidence. “You’re mad. I can tell. You’ve been giving me

The canteen buzzed with voices, trays clattering against tables, and the faint smell of fried rice lingering in the air. Amaya slid into a chair across from Zara, her shoulders tense, lips pressed into a thin line. She hadn’t touched her food since she got it, just picking at it absently, her eyes distant. Zara, sipping her drink, studied her carefully. After a long silence, she finally asked, “Okay, what’s your problem?” Amaya blinked, caught off guard. “What?” “You heard me.” Zara leaned back in her chair, eyes narrowing. “You’ve been sulking since we left class. And before that, you snapped at Tiana for no reason. She just asked a harmless question, Amaya. You didn’t have to be so rude.” Amaya’s stomach knotted. The memory of her sharp tone toward Tiana burned in her mind. She hadn’t meant to lash out, but something about Tiana, her prying eyes, her sweet smile, had rubbed her raw. Or maybe it wasn’t Tiana at all. Maybe it was Jaxon. Always Jaxon. “She was just asking for jaxo

Jaxon’s lips pressed harder against Tiana’s, the kiss no longer playful but hungry. Tiana leaned into him with ease, her hands sliding across his chest, tracing the lines of his body as though she had been waiting for this moment forever. Jaxon’s fingers tightened at the back of her neck, pulling her closer until her body pressed against his. Her perfume was intoxicating, her lips soft and eager. The kiss deepened, their mouths moving together in a rhythm that grew more urgent by the second. Tiana’s hand wandered up his jaw, then slid down slowly, teasing at his collar before brushing along his arm. Jaxon responded, his free hand brushing across her side, feeling the warmth of her body beneath the thin fabric of her dress. For a fleeting moment, the world narrowed down to the two of them, to the way her lips tasted and how her breath mingled with his. Her heart was in her throat. She hadn’t even realized tears had escaped until they streamed hotly down her cheeks. Her stepbrother,

The knock on the door had barely settled when Amaya’s mum appeared at the bottom of the stairs with Richard behind her. She looked surprised, tying her robe around her waist.“Who’s at the door?” her mum asked curiously, eyes darting toward Amaya.Before Amaya could answer, Tiana walked in, a polite smile fixed on her lips. “Good evening, sir. Good evening, ma,” she greeted, her tone sweet and respectful.Richard smiled warmly, and Amaya’s mum raised her brows slightly. “Good evening, dear,” her mum responded. “You are?”Tiana smoothed her hair down and smiled brighter. “My name is Tiana. I’m Jaxon’s friend. I actually came to see him.”Richard chuckled, giving Jaxon a playful nudge. “Ohh, so you’ve got a girlfriend already, Jaxon? I’m not surprised at all.”Amaya froze. Her chest tightened instantly at Richard’s teasing words. Girlfriend? Seriously? Why would he say that?Her mum laughed too, looking at Jaxon with a knowing expression. “Jaxon, you didn’t waste time at all,” she tease

Amaya lay flat on her back, staring at the ceiling, her mind looping the same word over and over like a broken record.Baby.That’s what he had called her.The way it had slipped past his lips, soft but intentional, had burned into her memory like fire etched on glass. She had heard that word before, but from him, in that moment, it felt different. Dangerous. Tender. Too personal.She turned onto her side, hugging her pillow, replaying the sound of his voice. She wanted to brush it off, convince herself it was nothing, maybe a slip of the tongue. But deep down, she knew it wasn’t. Jaxon wasn’t the type to say things without meaning them.And that was the problem.Her chest tightened as she whispered under her breath, “Why would you call me that…?”The air felt heavy in her room, the quiet pressing against her ears until she reached for her phone. The lock screen lit up, and for a second, her breath caught in her throat.Her chat app sat at the top of the screen, and instinctively, she

The morning sun broke through the curtains, golden light spilling across the floor like a quiet promise of peace. The house was still. The chaos of the past days had finally started to settle, replaced by a strange quiet — the kind that follows a storm. Lyla stood in the foyer, a single suitcase beside her. Her eyes were hollow, puffy from crying. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t ask for forgiveness. There was nothing left to say. Damian stood several feet away, arms folded, jaw set like stone. Aria stood by his side, her hand in his — the unspoken message clear. Lyla glanced at them, then at Fiona and Adrian who stood watching from the hallway. Their eyes said it all: disappointment, betrayal… pity. The driver stepped inside. “The car’s ready, sir.” Damian gave a curt nod. Lyla hesitated. Then, she turned to Aria and took a slow step forward. “I didn’t mean for everything to go this far,” she said softly. “I just… wanted to be loved.” Aria said nothing at first. She just lo

Lyla stepped toward Aria, voice low and threatening. “Don’t even think about telling anyone, do you understand? No one will believe you anyway.” Her eyes narrowed. “By the way, why did you even come back? You left the house like a coward. Why crawl back now? You should just leave. Again.” SLAP! A sharp sound tore through the room, and Lyla crashed to the floor, stunned. Aria turned, and so did Lyla, her cheek stinging and red. Damian stood in the doorway, face dark with rage, his jaw clenched tight. “Don…” Lyla muttered, horror flooding her eyes. Tears sprang out immediately, not from pain — but from fear. He had heard everything. Aria looked at him, her own eyes brimming with tears — but these were tears of relief. Damian… hadn’t betrayed her. He was innocent all along. Damian stormed toward Lyla and yanked her up by the arm. “Don, I can explain—” she stammered, voice cracking. “Shut up!” he bellowed, his fury shaking the room. He dragged her out of the bedroom, down the h

Aria didn’t sleep much that night. Her mind raced, filled with doubts and fury and fragments of truth she couldn’t yet piece together. But one thing was clear — there would be no more pretending, no more waiting, no more letting Lyla twist things her way. She needed answers, and she was going to get them now. By morning, the sky was painted in a dull gray hue, and the house was still. Quiet. Cold. Perfect. Aria moved quickly, her footsteps soft but deliberate as she made her way through the corridor. When she reached Lyla’s door, she didn’t hesitate. She didn’t knock. She walked in. Lyla jerked up from her bed, eyes wide with confusion and then rising panic. “You? What the hell are you doing in my room?” she demanded, tugging the sheets closer to her chest. “Get out!” But Aria didn’t flinch. She stepped forward slowly, locking eyes with her. “Why are you scared, Lyla?” she asked, voice calm, deadly. “Are you scared because you know I could expose your truth?” Lyla’s face w

The morning air was crisp as Adrian’s car pulled into the long, familiar driveway of the De Luca mansion. The grandeur of the house stood tall before them, but for Aria, it felt suffocating. Memories rushed back like a flood, good ones, painful ones, the night she left, and the betrayal that shattered her world. Her fingers tightened on the hem of her dress as the car stopped. Adrian turned to look at her. “You sure you want to do this?” Aria nodded slowly. “I have to. I need to find the truth. But I’m not here to reunite with him. Not yet.” Fiona reached from the back seat and gently squeezed her shoulder. “We’re with you. Whatever happens, we won’t leave your side.” With a deep breath, Aria opened the car door. Her heart pounded as she stepped onto the familiar pavement, the mansion looming over her like a ghost from the past. The butler, startled, quickly opened the front door as they approached. “Ma’am… Mr. Damian is in the living room,” the butler stammered. Aria said nothi

Adrian drove silently, his fingers gripping the steering wheel while Fiona and Aria sat quietly in the back seat. The atmosphere was heavy with unease as they neared the address the maid had given Aria. They pulled up in front of an old, abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The structure looked worn and forgotten, its rusted gates creaking slightly in the wind. Aria peered out the window, eyebrows furrowed. "Why would she call us to such an abandoned place?" Aria asked, her voice uncertain. "Don’t worry," Adrian replied calmly, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. "We’ll be careful." The trio stepped out of the car, walking cautiously toward the building. Inside, the maid was already waiting. The moment she saw them, she rushed forward. "Good day, ma'am," she said breathlessly. "Thank you so much for coming." Aria crossed her arms. "Did Damian send you here?" The maid quickly shook her head. "No, no, ma'am. Sir doesn't know anything about this." Fiona stepped f

Aria stared at the doctor in disbelief, her lips parting slightly but no sound escaping. Her heart was pounding so loudly she could barely hear. Fiona and Adrian froze beside her, their eyes wide with shock. "What...what did you say?" Aria finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The doctor, holding the report in her hand, gave a gentle smile. "You’re three weeks pregnant, Miss Aria. The results are accurate." Aria blinked, staring at her, her mind struggling to catch up with the words she had just heard. "Pregnant...?" she echoed in disbelief. The doctor nodded. "Yes. You need to take it easy and avoid stress. There’s a new life growing inside you now, and your body needs rest and care." She turned to Fiona. "I’ve prescribed the necessary prenatal medications. Please ensure she takes them as directed." The doctor gave Aria a small congratulatory smile before turning and leaving the room. Aria slowly lowered her gaze to her belly, her hand gently resting over it. A bab