Novels by Gafa author

The wedding cheers still echoed through the hall as Leviana and Marceline took a deep breath in the corner of the room. “This is our chance,” Leviana whispered, her eyes fixed on Arga and Deviana, who were still smiling at the stage.Marceline nodded, opening a tablet displaying a list of VIP guests and media. “We’ll create a scandal in front of them all. Cameras ready, reporters prepared. This time, there’s no way for them to escape,” she said, her eyes shining as she looked at Leviana.Meanwhile, Deviana and Arga were chatting with family and guests, laughing lightly. Deviana glanced around, feeling relieved to see everyone enjoying the moment. “Arga, I’m glad everything has gone smoothly so far,” she whispered.Arga looked at her with confidence. “And it will stay that way. Don’t worry, Deviana. We focus on us, not them.”Unbeknownst to them, Leviana had positioned several freelance reporters disguised as guests to record every move. Marceline held a phone button linked to a small

The wedding cheers still echoed through the hall as Leviana and Marceline took a deep breath in the corner of the room. “This is our chance,” Leviana whispered, her eyes fixed on Arga and Deviana, who were still smiling at the stage.Marceline nodded, opening a tablet displaying a list of VIP guests and media. “We’ll create a scandal in front of them all. Cameras ready, reporters prepared. This time, there’s no way for them to escape,” she said, her eyes shining as she looked at Leviana.Meanwhile, Deviana and Arga were chatting with family and guests, laughing lightly. Deviana glanced around, feeling relieved to see everyone enjoying the moment. “Arga, I’m glad everything has gone smoothly so far,” she whispered.Arga looked at her with confidence. “And it will stay that way. Don’t worry, Deviana. We focus on us, not them.”Unbeknownst to them, Leviana had positioned several freelance reporters disguised as guests to record every move. Marceline held a phone button linked to a small

Guests began cheering as Deviana and Arga walked down the aisle toward the stage, but from behind the decorations and corners of the room, Leviana and Marceline were watching with a new plan. Leviana’s eyes locked on Arga from a distance, her lips curling into a thin smile. “This time, we’ll lure them in front of everyone,” she murmured.Marceline nodded, holding a tablet displaying several reporters and freelance photographers. “We need footage that looks real, something that makes everyone question Deviana and Arga’s relationship,” she said.Meanwhile, Deviana suddenly felt a surge of tension. “Arga, I feel like they’re planning something,” she whispered, scanning the room.Arga held her hand, looking into her eyes firmly. “I know. But we have to stay calm. Don’t give them a chance.”Leviana moved swiftly, positioning a hired photographer near a guest table. With a subtle motion, the photographer captured Deviana and Arga as if they were being overly intimate among other guests, the

The wedding hall was filled with guests, crystal chandeliers reflecting warm light across the room. Deviana walked beside Arga, both dressed elegantly, her face still tense though she tried to smile.“Are you sure everything is ready, Arga?” Deviana asked softly, her eyes scanning the guests who were starting to arrive.“Everything is arranged. We just need to enjoy this moment,” Arga replied, holding Deviana’s hand to reassure her.Meanwhile, behind the entrance, Leviana and Marceline monitored the crowd through tablets. They watched the guests’ faces, counting who could be used as pawns. Leviana smirked slyly. “It’s time to create a little surprise. Let’s start with the guest closest to the media. Let’s see their reaction.”Marceline nodded. “Every camera we set up will capture the commotion. Everything will look like Deviana’s fault. She won’t know what hit her.”Elsewhere, a freelance photographer separated from the crowd, capturing shots of Deviana and Arga’s anxious expressions,

Deviana and Arga were walking down the corridors of the venue, inspecting every corner of the wedding preparations. Deviana’s eyes scanned the surroundings warily, aware that Leviana and Marceline’s spies might be watching from afar.“Arga, see? Every corner is neat. But I feel something’s wrong,” Deviana said, gripping the back of a chair, her eyes following everyone who passed by.Arga turned, squinting. “Who are you suspicious of now?”“Something’s off. I’m certain Leviana and Marceline are planning to ruin our moment. Just look—some of the guests they sent seem way too curious,” Deviana replied, her tone firm but low.Suddenly, a woman with a small camera approached, smiling sweetly. “Excuse me, may I take some photos of the preparations?”Deviana stared sharply. “Who sent you? Which media are you from?”The woman hesitated for a moment, smiling. “Oh, just an invitation from a guest. Nothing specific. I just want to capture some fun moments,” she said, beginning to take photos, bu

Deviana stood in the middle of the wedding hall, which was gradually filling with guests, her face still slightly tense after the chaos with the decorations and catering. She held Arga’s hand, trying both to calm herself and to soothe the anxious man beside her.“Arga, take a deep breath. Everything will be fine. I’ve made sure everything is back in order,” Deviana said, gently patting his shoulder.Arga glanced around, his eyes revealing lingering doubts. “I hope you’re right, Deviana. I just… I’m afraid something might happen again before this wedding.”Deviana gave a faint smile, but her eyes sharply scanned a few guests who had begun whispering. Some were taking photos, while others focused on the catering tables that had briefly been in disarray. She knew gossip could start spreading from here.Meanwhile, some invited influencers and journalists began noting every detail for their coverage. One influencer photographed a slightly crooked flower arrangement, highlighting Arga’s ten

The atmosphere on the top floor of Ashford Group was unusually calm that morning. The sky outside was still gray after last night’s heavy rain. Liam sat behind his desk, staring blankly at a cup of coffee that had long gone cold. His thoughts drifted elsewhere. Ever since that unexpected encounter at the airport, the image of Elara—and the little boy who had bumped into him—had been haunting his peace.A soft knock broke the silence.“Come in,” he said flatly, not lifting his gaze.Noah entered, his expression tense, clutching a brown folder and a tablet in his hands. He bowed slightly before speaking.“Mr. Liam… I think you need to see this.”The seriousness in his tone made Liam raise his head. His brows furrowed.“What is it, Noah? You look… nervous.”Noah swallowed hard, hesitating before finally speaking.“Three children… came to the office yesterday. They… claimed to be your kids.”The words hung in the air, heavy and unreal. For a moment, silence swallowed the entire room. The

Rain poured heavily, drenching the city streets that shimmered under the glow of traffic lights. Amidst the rush of people running for shelter, three small children walked without umbrellas.Devano wrapped an arm around his shivering sister, Leviana, while Dirga clutched tightly onto the soaked piece of paper whose words For Our Father were fading away, washed out by the rain.Their steps were heavy. Each movement sent splashes of water from their drenched shoes.No one spoke.Devano kept his head down, his jaw tight, rage boiling quietly inside him. Every time he blinked, he saw it again — that woman’s hand, Celine’s hand, striking Leviana’s face. The sound of that slap echoed in his mind, louder than the storm, shattering his pride as the eldest brother.Behind him, Dirga’s small fists clenched. “I should’ve protected you,” he muttered, voice barely audible beneath the roar of rain.Leviana didn’t answer. Her empty eyes stared ahead, her tiny face streaked with a mix of rain and tea

“Excuse me, we’d like to meet Mr. Liam Ashford.”The small voice of Devano echoed faintly between the soft hum of the air conditioner and the clicking of heels in the luxurious lobby of Ashford Group.The receptionist — a young woman with a neat bun and polished smile — lifted her gaze, startled to see three small children standing in front of her desk.Devano stood at the front, trying to appear brave. In his hand was a slightly damp white envelope, stained by the rain outside. Dirga stood beside him, clutching a crumpled sheet of paper that read For Our Father. Meanwhile, little Leviana kept her head down, holding a paper cup of coffee that trembled in her tiny hands.The receptionist blinked several times, trying to make sense of the scene.“Um… I’m sorry, who did you say you were looking for?”“Mr. Liam Ashford,” Devano replied firmly. “We want to give him this letter.”The woman looked at them uncertainly. “And… who are you?”Devano’s eyes didn’t waver. “We’re his children.”The

“Dev, are you sure Mama won’t find out?” Leviana’s small voice trembled as the three of them stood before the front door. Morning dew clung to the windows, and the cold air bit at their cheeks. In her little hands, she held a cup of coffee she had struggled to make herself. Its faint aroma mixed with the nervousness thick in the air.Devano glanced at the cracked toy watch on his wrist. “Mama left half an hour ago. We have to hurry. We need to be back before noon.”Dirga, clutching a wrinkled piece of paper with big red letters scrawled across it — For Our Father — nodded quietly. “I’m ready.”They exchanged a look — three small faces filled with courage far bigger than their years. Then slowly, Devano opened the door, and the world outside greeted them — a vast, noisy city, glistening with leftover rain from the night before.Their small footsteps echoed along the sidewalk. Cars sped by, horns blaring without mercy. Leviana clutched Dirga’s hand tightly, while Devano led the way, sta

“Why does everyone at school have a dad, but we don’t?”Leviana’s small voice broke the quiet of the night. The living room lights were dimmed, leaving only the flickering glow from the television. Dirga, who was putting together a puzzle on the floor, looked up briefly, while Devano — the eldest of the three siblings — remained silent, his face serious.“Teacher said,” Leviana continued softly, “a dad is someone who protects his family. But Mama never tells us about ours…”Dirga snorted. “Maybe our dad was a bad guy,” he said carelessly. But Devano shot him a sharp look that made the boy lower his gaze.“Don’t say that, Dirga. We don’t know anything.”Silence returned. In the next room, Elara was fast asleep after a long day at work. The rain fell gently outside, making their small house feel lonelier than ever.Devano stood and looked at the old laptop lying on the table. “We can find out,” he whispered.Leviana frowned. “How?”“Mama’s laptop. Maybe there’s a picture of him in there

“Double-check that report, Noah. I want to know everything about them—their address, school, even the smallest habits if necessary.”Liam’s tone was cold, yet his eyes stared blankly at the computer screen before him.Noah swallowed hard. “Sir, are you sure you want—”“Just do it,” Liam cut him off sharply, his voice low and heavy, as if holding back something ready to explode from within. “I need answers. Now.”He pushed back his chair and slammed his fist on the desk, making the stack of files tremble. His breath came ragged—not from anger, but fear. Fear of something he had refused to believe for years.The image of that little boy’s face flashed again in his mind. The eyes that looked so familiar, the same nose, even the way the child ran—it was like staring into a reflection of his own past.“He looks a lot like you, sir,” Noah finally murmured.Liam’s gaze snapped toward him. “What do you mean?”Noah glanced down at the report in his hands. “I traced the medical records and birt

That morning in Paris, the sky was a pale blue. The sunlight filtered through the windows of Evelyn’s new gallery, softly reflecting off the glass walls and light gray marble. The sound of footsteps echoed quietly through the rooms, now filled with works of art, most of them centered around the theme of "the journey home"—to oneself, to hope, to the courage to love.Evelyn stood in the center of the main exhibition hall. A simple white dress wrapped her body, her hair casually pinned up. She stared at one of the large pieces she had titled "The Step Home", an abstract painting of textures made from layers of earth, water, and fragments of dark blue that evaporated into light."Why has your work become softer lately?" a voice came from behind.Evelyn turned and smiled. William stood there, wearing a light gray suit and a thin scarf around his neck."Because I've finally stopped painting from the wounds," Evelyn replied quietly. "I’ve started painting from peace."William walked closer

"This chair is still about to break," William muttered, tapping the creaky wooden armrest.Evelyn chuckled softly, sitting beside him on the balcony of their old apartment, now empty. The only light came from the moon filtering through the open curtains, casting a gentle glow on the dusty floor and peeling walls."I always loved sitting here," Evelyn said as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the wind gently brushing past them. "Back then, whenever the world felt too heavy, this balcony became our quiet escape."William glanced at her."And sometimes the place where we argued too.""Especially when you claimed your espresso was better than my tea," Evelyn replied with a teasing smile.The Parisian night air was soft, carrying the scent of recent rain. In the distance, the city traffic hummed like a lullaby. Above them, a rare spread of stars glimmered faintly—seldom seen in the city, but tonight it felt as if the universe itself had made room.The apartment was being cl

"Are you sure you want to use this color?" Evelyn pointed at the half-finished painting displayed in the center of the gallery. Faded blue and muted gold stood out among the otherwise warm palette.William, holding a brush, turned and raised an eyebrow."Blue is the wound. Gold is the healing. We're talking about reconstruction, aren’t we? We have to be brave enough to place the wound at the center."Evelyn paused for a moment, then nodded."You're right. You’ve finally learned art well."William gave a crooked smile."I learned from the best."They were inside a contemporary art hall on the outskirts of Paris, the venue for a charity exhibition titled “Reconstruction and Forgiveness.” The event was initiated by an international art foundation to raise funds for a floating gallery for victims of natural disasters. Evelyn had been appointed as creative director—and, surprisingly, she suggested William’s name as co-curator.Though many were shocked by their collaboration, no one could d

"I want you to hear this not as someone who loves me, but as someone I once hurt," Evelyn said quietly, her eyes fixed on the cup of tea cooling in front of her.They were sitting in a small garden behind the gallery where they'd spent the afternoon. The Paris air was overcast but warm, as if the city itself understood that this conversation wasn’t an ordinary one. Sparrows flew low between the trees, and the wind carried whispers that sounded almost like prayers.William simply nodded, giving space. No pressure. No interruptions."I once chose to walk away... not because I didn’t love you. But because I thought loving meant letting go," Evelyn continued, her raspy voice nearly swallowed by the breeze. "And when Haruki came along, I didn’t know whether I was trying to heal… or just erase your traces."William watched her silently. There was no anger, only a sadness long settled—like ripples on a lake long after the stone has sunk."I’ll never forgive myself for letting Haruki get so c

"You're still walking too fast," William muttered, half-jogging to catch up with Evelyn along the narrow sidewalk.Evelyn turned her head, half-smiling. "You were the one who invited me, and now you're falling behind."The Parisian sky that afternoon was gray but dry. A cool breeze slipped through the falling leaves. They stopped in front of an old building with large windows and a classic wooden door.Evelyn paused, her gaze falling on the small sign above the door: Galerie Lumière."This place..." she whispered, the words catching on a memory that pressed sharply against her chest.William nodded. "My first exhibition. And… the first time I realized that art means nothing if I can't share it with someone."Evelyn stepped inside slowly. The gallery was quiet, filled only with the soft sounds of shoes against wooden floors and the glow of warm hanging lights.There were no visitors. William had arranged for a private viewing, just for the two of them.On the walls hung photos from yea

“The direction to the exhibition earlier… we passed this street, right?”William’s voice held a trace of uncertainty as they walked along a narrow cobblestone path on the outskirts of Paris. The rain was light, not heavy, but enough to overwhelm Evelyn’s small umbrella as droplets began to slip through her hair and the edge of her jacket.Evelyn sighed, glancing around. No taxis. No phone signal.“We’re… lost, aren’t we?” she asked calmly, though her tone carried a hint of tired laughter.William turned to her and chuckled. “Lost—in the most literal and cinematic sense.”The rain fell harder. The narrow street shimmered, and the old hanging lamps between buildings cast shadows that made the scene feel like a noir film—unscripted, moody, real.Evelyn moved closer, trying to fit under William’s umbrella as hers had already been ruined by the wind.“Do you still wander aimlessly like this?” she asked, eyes on the wet stones beneath their feet.William took a beat before replying, “No. Th

The late afternoon sky glowed dimly, streaked with gold and amber light filtering through the tall glass windows of the gallery where Alyssa worked. The room was quiet — the kind of silence that carried the scent of oil paint, aged wood, and memory. She had just finished curating her newest exhibition — a collection themed around rebirth and loss — something that felt deeply, almost painfully, personal.Her peace shattered when she heard the sound of heavy footsteps behind her.Alyssa froze, her body instinctively tensing, like prey sensing danger before it appears. She turned slowly.And there he was — Rafael.He looked immaculate as always in his tailored suit, but his face was weary, shadowed by something unspoken. His eyes no longer held the usual cold sharpness; instead, there was something murkier — a blend of regret, pride, and intent.“I didn’t expect you to come here,” Alyssa said softly, her voice calm but slightly trembling.Rafael’s lips curved into a faint smile. “I just

The luxurious restaurant in the heart of the city glimmered with candlelight and the soft rhythm of jazz that floated through the air. At the center of the room, a long table draped in white flowers and crystal glasses became the evening’s focal point — where Ethan, Alyssa, and a circle of high-profile investors gathered for an elegant business dinner.Alyssa sat beside Ethan, her presence effortlessly commanding attention. The simple black dress she wore accentuated her natural grace, while her faint smile radiated quiet confidence. Every word that left her lips carried precision and poise — calm, clear, and full of conviction. She spoke about their international project with the composure of someone who truly believed in her vision.“The success of this project isn’t just about numbers,” Alyssa said, her voice soft but firm. “It’s about vision — about creating something that lasts, not something that fades with profit.”The guests nodded in admiration. Some looked at her with genuin

The grand conference hall of the five-star hotel shimmered under the golden glow of its chandelier. Soft music drifted through the air, mingling with laughter and the rhythmic clinking of champagne glasses. The scent of expensive perfume and the rustle of elegant evening gowns completed the illusion of a flawless night.Alyssa stood near the edge of the room, radiant in a midnight-blue satin gown. Her hair was neatly pinned up, and confidence radiated from her every movement. No one would have guessed that this graceful woman — now a rising name in the business world — had once been thrown out of her own home.She was in the middle of discussing the company’s latest expansion project with a group of investors, her tone calm yet firm. Each word was precise, thoughtful — the mark of someone who had rebuilt herself piece by piece. Every now and then, her gaze flicked toward the other end of the room, where Ethan was speaking with media representatives.But that small bubble of peace shat

The evening sky dimmed as a gentle breeze swept across the vast construction site. The rumbling of machines faded, replaced by the faint laughter coming from the terrace of the main building. There, Alyssa stood beside Ethan — they had just finished reviewing the team’s work and were discussing the final revisions for the investor presentation.Alyssa chuckled softly as Ethan, with playful exaggeration, mimicked the way an architect might explain the design of a glass tower.“You’re going to make the entire team lose focus if you keep joking like that,” she said, shaking her head, though her lips couldn’t hide a smile.Ethan grinned warmly. “If your smile keeps everyone motivated, I don’t mind being the clown for a while.”Alyssa laughed again — light, genuine, and unguarded. It was the kind of laughter she hadn’t allowed herself in a long time. Not the polite kind she used to wear like armor, but one that came from a heart slowly learning to heal.But from across the street, behind t

The midday sun was blinding as Alyssa stepped out of the sleek black car in front of the towering construction project owned by her company. The air vibrated with the sound of machinery, clanging metal, and workers’ shouts — a busy symphony of the city’s relentless pulse. The wind carried the sharp scent of concrete dust, clinging to her skin and the tailored work dress she wore.“Make sure the north section follows the latest revised design,” she said firmly to one of the site managers.Alyssa’s gaze stayed fixed on the tablet in her hand, scanning through blueprints. Her expression was sharp, composed, commanding — a far cry from the broken woman who had once cried on her doorstep. But beneath those calm eyes, a faint pulse of the past still beat — quiet, but never gone.Amid the noise and motion, a tall figure approached her from behind. Ethan.He wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his black jacket slung casually over his shoulder. The moment he stopped beside her, the

“Sir, are you sure you want to go alone?”The driver’s hesitant voice broke the silence as Rafael stepped out of the sleek black car in front of a grand five-star hotel towering over the heart of the city.“I said, wait here.”Rafael’s tone was calm, yet sharp enough to cut through the air. He took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the glass doors of the hotel that reflected his own image — a man who once ruled everything, now just a shadow of his former self.His strides were firm and deliberate.In his left hand, he held his phone tightly, the screen showing a message from one of his employees:> “Sir, Miss Maya was seen entering the Orion Hotel tonight. She’s with a man — not from our side.”Rafael’s heartbeat quickened. Not out of jealousy, but from a suffocating sense of suspicion tightening his chest.He walked into the lobby — crystal chandeliers glittered above, soft music filled the air, and among the bustling crowd, he saw her.Maya.She sat in the corner of the hotel restaur