Novels by My Muse

Chapter 143: Tomorrow Night. Williams. The auction was tomorrow. Vicky’s big day. Her moment to shine and rub her perfect little life in my face.Not happening.I pulled my phone out and sent a quick message to the only person who could help me with this.Where you at?Seconds later, the response came through.The bar. Same spot.I grabbed my keys and left the house without another word. Smith was still hanging around in the living room, probably scrolling through his phone like the useless bastard he was, but I didn’t care. I had bigger things to handle, if he wasn’t going to help, i would get help . The bar was lively , a place where men like us came to disappear, to make plans that never saw daylight. And there he was, leaning against the counter with a glass in hand, looking like prison hadn’t done a damn thing to humble him.“Reed,” I said, walking up.He turned, smirk curling on his lips. “Williams. You look like shit, man.”“Save it. I need you.”“Yeah?” He raised a brow, al

Chapter 141: The Morning Before the Auction VICKY I woke up to the steady rhythm of Rue’s heartbeat beneath my ear. His chest rose and fell slowly, i monitored his heart beating for a while , For a moment, I just stayed there, eyes half-closed, letting myself feel… safe. A rare feeling lately. But even that safety couldn’t chase away the different thoughts in my head , I saw the Doctor, his face when he walked out, that smirk like he knew something I didn’t. I ran after him, calling his name, feet pounding against the marble floor, but he didn’t stop or even responded to me , it was really awkward. He didn’t even turn. He vanished into the night . What did that mean? Was he lying to me? Or… avoiding me My throat tightened. I didn’t even realize I was clutching Rue’s shirt until his voice broke the silence. “Good morning, beautiful.” His tone was husky and lazy, laced with a teasing warmth that pulled me from the thoughts in my head. I looked at him. He was already awak

Chapter 141: Was it worth the stress ?VALERIE.The cold night air slapped against my face as I stepped out of Williams’ house. My hands were trembling, but not from the weather. That man , That God , that man, had the audacity to humiliate me in front of Smith, to call me a…a hoe, like I was some cheap whore off the street. My chest burned with rage as I tightened my grip on the small overnight bag I’d managed to grab before things got ugly. If Smith hadn’t stepped in, I don’t know what would’ve happened.Maybe I would’ve clawed his smug face off. Maybe I would’ve ended up on the floor again. Either way, I couldn’t stay there anymore. Not tonight. Not ever.Melanie’s apartment wasn’t far. I knew she’d be awake; that girl lived on caffeine and gossip. When she opened the door and saw me standing there, she didn’t look surprised. She just raised her brows, took one look at my swollen cheek, and said, “Wow. So it’s finally over?”I pushed past her into the apartment, too exhausted to an

Chapter 140: FracturesWilliams . I couldn’t stop pacing. My head was a battlefield of thoughts, some loud, some whispering, all dark. The auction was in two days, and every second that ticked by made my blood boil hotter. I wanted her gone. Not humiliated. Not ruined. Gone. Permanently.The living room lights cast a pale glow on the floor as my footsteps dragged back and forth across the rug. Smith sat on the couch, elbows on his knees, watching me like I was some wild animal about to break free from its cage.“You keep pacing like that, you’re gonna dig a hole in your floor,” he muttered, his voice low, uneasy.I ignored him. My mind was already at the auction, imagining her in that glittering dress, smiling, laughing, acting untouchable while I burned.She wouldn’t be smiling for long.I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms. “It has to happen there,” I said finally, my voice flat. “The auction. That’s where she feels safest. Surrounded by her people, her guards, her

Chapter 139: A plan. Williams.Smith stared at me for a long second, his brows shooting up. “Kill her? Williams, are you even listening to yourself?”I clenched my fists so tight my knuckles turned white. “I’ve been listening to myself for the past three months, and guess what? It’s not helping! Talking isn’t helping! Waiting isn’t helping! Do you know how it feels to have everything you ever wanted ripped away and then watch her watch Vicky, parade around like she’s untouchable?”Smith exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Bro, calm down. You’re not thinking straight.”“I’ve been calm for too long!” I barked, slamming my palm against the wall so hard the sound echoed through the room. “I was calm when she came back better , I was calm when Rue married her. I was calm when Valerie left me and took everything with her. And what did it get me? Nothing!”Smith’s lips pressed into a thin line as he walked toward the couch, sinking into it like he needed a moment to process this

Chapter 138: Try to Change the Game Williams Drowning myself in vodka wasn’t going to stop the raging anger boiling inside me. My life felt like a pile of broken glass, every plan I had carefully put in place was crashing into pieces. Nothing was working. Absolutely nothing. The burn of the liquor sliding down my throat didn’t soothe me; if anything, it reminded me of how pathetic I had become. I sat at the dimly lit bar, shoulders slumped, fingers tapping restlessly against the glass as I waited for Uncle Barth. Maybe, just maybe…he had some good news for me about the board members. But deep down, I wasn’t holding my breath. Barth wasn’t exactly the most trustworthy person in the room. Still, he was family, and right now, I needed him. The sharp scent of his cologne reached me before his voice did. “Williams…” His tone carried that usual mix of mockery and authority. “I thought you were no longer a drunkard.” I turned my head slowly and saw him standing there in his tailored s

Chapter 5: A TheoryAuroraThe idea that my husband might still be alive haunted me for days, weeks, even. Damon had been in and out of the prison cell, preparing for the appeal. He hired a private investigator to look into the city where the supposed murder happened.I didn’t want to believe Bryan was alive. There was no way he would let me go through everything I went through. It was simply impossible.So today, as I waited for my meeting with Damon, my heart was racing. When the time finally came, I hurried to see him.“You look like you have a lot to say,” Damon said, his eyes scanning my face.“I do,” I replied quickly. “I don’t think Bryan is dead. I refuse to believe Bryan would let me go to jail for a murder that didn’t exist. I know you may not like him…”“Why wouldn’t I like him?” Damon cut in sharply. “I’m here as your legal advisor, not as your ex-boyfriend. I’m only doing my job.”I paused, biting my lip, then continued. “Whatever theory you have that he’s alive is obvio

Chapter 4: A Person from the Past AURORA When the police said I was going to be in jail for a long time, he wasn’t joking. I’ve been locked up for months, so long that I stopped counting. How did I even end up here? I can’t tell. It happened like a dream. The trial was a blur, like a flash of lightning. When the judge’s verdict came out, it was twenty years for conspiracy and murder. Twenty years. The case happened so fast, my fate was decided in less than forty-eight hours. Now, here I am, behind bars. My son was taken away from me, and the fact that he’s now with the Wolfe family breaks my heart even more. They’ve already started planting bad seeds about me, painting me as a murderer. That…that hurts more than the judge’s words. “Hey! What’s that killer doing over there? Come here!” The taunt came from behind. Inmates. Again. I didn’t pay attention. I’ve been the object of bullying since day one, just because I’ve maintained my innocence till the end, i never agree

Chapter 3: The ArrestAURORA The world kept moving, but mine had stopped. Every day felt like a new episode of drama with the Wolfe family and the detectives. I was in and out of the station for questioning so much that I’d lost count. The only reason I was home today was because it was Bryan’s funeral.I sat in front of my mirror, dragging a comb through my tangled hair. It barely mattered how I looked, I just needed to show up as the grieving widow. I twisted my hair into a messy bun and slipped on a black robe. The sunglasses I wore weren’t for style; they were hiding my swollen, tear-stained eyes.The Wolfe family had arranged a reception dinner after the service, first the church, then the burial, and now this charade. Honestly, I wished I could stop them, but I had no say in any of it. Throughout the funeral, I felt the weight of every pair of judgmental eyes on me.“Why is she even here?”“She killed her husband and still showed up.”“Why isn’t she behind bars already?”There

Chapter 2: MurdererAURORABryan’s mother looked even more devastated than I was. Her eyes were swollen and red. She rushed toward me and grabbed my shirt. My mom tried to stop her, but she shoved her away.“You killed my son, didn’t you?” she screamed, yanking me closer. I tried to turn away, but she dragged me back, gripping my shirt and shaking me violently.“You murderer! You killed my son because you wanted to take his property, didn’t you? You and your mother planned this!”“Please, my daughter is in so much shock especially after finding out through the television. Nobody thought it was wise to tell her?” my mom intervened, pulling me away from her. My clothes were torn, and I quickly covered my chest with my hands.“Why should we tell her? Of course, she already knew because she killed him ,” Bryan’s mother spat.She was accusing me of killing my husband? It felt like i was in a movie and i forgot my script , i couldn’t bring myself to give her a suitable reply , what was i go

Chapter 1: The News AURORA . “Popular tech mogul Bryan Liam was found dead in cold blood in his hotel room in Paris. Police say it might be the result of a botched robbery…” The voice from the television kept going, but those were the only words echoing in my head. That was my husband, Bryan Liam. The man I had been married to for four years. The same man I had escorted to the airport. He was dead. The glass I was holding slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor. Everything blurred. I saw flashes of my nanny rushing to grab my son, his piercing cries echoing in my ears, but it was all distant—like my world had paused. And then suddenly, I screamed. “Bryan! Bryan! Bryan!” I cried at the top of my voice, the reality of the news hitting me like a blow to the chest. “Ma’am, please calm down,” my nanny pleaded, rocking my son in one arm. My eyes fixed on him , my poor baby, just three years old, now without a father. I looked back at the TV. Bryan’s face was everywhere.