Novels by Ly Darcy

COLT“You may now kiss your bride. Your impatience is exhausting,” the officiating minister said, and the guests laughed.I pulled Olivia to myself, unashamed that I was eager to kiss her already.She was warm, sweet, and so damn sexy. I parted her lips, tasting all its corners, roughly demanding entry while she teased me with access, letting me through sometimes and resisting when I least expected.“You know we can wheel a bed here,” Axel whispered in my ear annoyingly like a bloody housefly as the crowd cheered and giggled.I finally pulled away from Olivia, but only long enough to wrap my arm around her waist, and hold to myself.Harper gave me the stink eyes because I barely released her to hug him before pulling her to myself again.We greeted our guests, smiling and thanking them for their congratulations.&nbs

COLT“Bye Aliyah.” I waved at my niece on Morvian’s lap, as he nodded goodbye. “I’ll see you in a few days, Anne.” I blew his wife a kiss, and she grinned just before I shut off the hologram and placed the phone in my pocket.Standing up, I frowned at the sudden noise outside.I hesitated, wanting so badly to go nap before the evening activities, but also unable to shake off the noise.With a frustrated groan, I turned downstairs, already thinking up the best punishment for some of those teens. I shouldn't have brought them on an international trip.I nodded to my comrades in the lounge downstairs who had their eyes fixed on a football game, clearly not caring about the disruption.Leave it to the kids to always be the ones bringing trouble to me when they could be here right now enjoying the games too.

I5 YEARS AFTER: Olivia ReeveI rolled in bed, aware that I was dreaming, the same dream I have had for fifteen years, but nonetheless haunted by it.I knew this boy, I knew him because he looked like my son, could have been my son. But only he wasn’t my son, because my son would not make me feel all these butterflies in my belly.I was with him in the auditorium today again, staring, aware that he was sitting behind me. But we did not say a word to each other.I stood up, deciding to ask what his name was today. Perhaps I would hear it this time, perhaps that static sound wouldn’t block out his voice just as he said his name.But instead of the steps leading out of the auditorium, I found myself walking towards the theater room in a prom dress.When I pushed the door open, he sat there, eyes dark, and a glass of red wine in

My scream tore through the air as the kettlebell came down towards Colt’s head, and an explosion rocked the building.The walls shook, plaster raining from the ceiling as smoke began to fill up the room, grey and thick, covering every inch till I could see almost nothing.Dean's guards coughed and fought through the rain of plaster and billow of thick smoke as one of the chains holding Colt's wrist broke, flying fast towards his head and knocking him out cold.I fell to the floor then, staring at him where he lay at the other end of the fall, as my own life left me.“You cannot die!” Dean was roaring and coughing despite the chaos and his guards trying to get him away.I heard a creak then, and glanced up just in time to catch a falling beam. It crashed down right onto Dean's head and his legs gave way under him like straws.The room b

COLTI raced on my bike, driving around the city without a clear destination.This was a real curveball. A bloody heavy curveball.I parked my bike hurriedly on the bridge and climbed off.“You win.” I raged at the sky. “I hope you’re having a real good laugh out of this, laughing at the man who stole his brother’s wife!”Falling in a squat right there on the road, my head dropped into my hands.There was no doubt that I would raise that baby and love him or her like my own, but it was just so damn gutting. Leonardo of all people, that fucking sick bastard.“Fuck!” I bellowed, just as a car stopped beside me and Sean hurried out.“You good? Been looking for you.”The sound of traffic, heavy on a weekend like this, almost drowned out his voice, j

OLIVIAColt was humming as he moved around the kitchen on our first day back in the US.I watched Morvian beside him filleting a fish with quick wrist movements. He had grown up to Colt’s chest height in half a year.Almost like the growth spurt had been waiting for just this opportunity.Smiling, I pushed away from the island and told them I would like to walk the garden for a few minutes.But just as I reached the front door, the doorbell rang.I pulled it open“Henry?” my eyes were wide as I stared at Colt’s former chief guard, who had supposedly left to join the army.“Mrs Fletcher,” he bowed, smiling.“Sonsy?” Colt came up behind me, “Who is...” He froze at the door.“Fucking hell, Henry,” he hurried past me to draw the man into a hug, p

“It’s been exactly one year since Miami billionaire and CEO, Egan Simon Alexakis, died in a fire with his wife Primrose Alexakis and their infant son, who had been unnamed at the time.” The news anchor said. “The Alexakis family are currently holding the memorial at..”Prim switched the channel to another live broadcast. A foreign wedding. She stared at the screen with a frown.“You never asked about my injuries.” Egan turned to her. She looked at the couch where he was sitting.“There are a million things we have still not gotten around to talking about.” She said quietly, and saw that whatever he was about to say made him nervous. They had been in mourning for the last one year, after he lost his best friend and she lost her family. On most days they barely even talked, just held each other in a shared peaceful silence.She often wondered whether it was all worth it in the end.But they were safe now, finally in Asia, living as new people.She was studying her husband, and his sh

Egan stood in the center, illuminated by the headlights. He raised his gun up high, then he placed it on the floor. He shook his coat to show he was holding no other weapons, then he walked towards the car.He got in the passenger seat. When he glanced at the backseat to see Jet and Lin passed out on the seat, he turned furious eyes to Dimitra.“What did you do to them?”“Just a little sleeping pill.” She said dismissively. “They are fine.”“Lin. Lin.” Egan placed his hand on her knee and shook. “Jet.” They were not responding but they were breathing fine.He had an irresistible urge to choke Dimitra to death. “How can you do this to children?”“I believe Lyla Alexakis would have the best answer to that.” She said. “Hold your pearls. The car is rigged. If you move too fast, I’ll blow us all up.”Egan looked at her. Hardly recognizing this skeleton of a woman that was his father’s favorite. Had she been like this when he died?“The file.” She stretched her hand out. Egan sighed, and

“Come back this time.” Primrose said sternly as she watched him pack a small bag in their bedroom. “Come back in the two days you have said.” he heard the fear in her voice.He pulled her close, pecked her lips and she returned the kiss strongly, desperately. His hands found her tiny waist, and pulled her even closer.“I will.” he said finally when he pulled away, and she hugged him, her whole body shaking. “Don’t make me wait.”He nodded, his chin gently hitting her shoulder. “You might need this.” She said and hurried away. She returned clutching something in her fist. When she opened her hand to reveal the flashdrive, his eyes widened.“How did you keep it the whole time?” He asked in surprise. Somehow this woman had managed to follow every single instruction he gave.“You don’t want to know,” She said and placed it in his palm.Primrose walked Egan out to Sam’s car, holding his hand tightly. Sam nodded at her as he got into the car, and they held each other’s gaze for what f

Egan pulled out his gun and stumbled towards where the gunshot sound came from, confused with panic. “Egan.” He heard Angelo Barlos’ voice clearly. He turned, and the man was beckoning him to hurry. He ran towards the man feeling foolish and useless.“My stupid son led them to his sister.” The man cursed as they ran down the escalator. Angelo Barlos led the way towards the control room where his team had taken over from the mall’s security, trying to find Primrose and the baby.He could not be living this nightmare again. He thought they would finally have peace. “There.” Someone said, and they all elbowed each other to crowd around the screen.Primrose had Rome in her hands running at the other end of the mall. She was glancing back like someone was chasing her. He looked at the other frames and finally saw her.A woman with a slightly awkward gait was chasing her. Walking instead of running, and occasionally shooting in the air, teasing her. Like his wife was some animal at th

EGANHe held Rome on his shoulder the next morning, burping him the way Primrose had taught him as he looked at his father-in-law across the table. The man must have seen him a few times as a child, but he could not remember, he had been too young.“There are several reasons why I have to let you go unharmed,” Angelo Barlos said. “First is for my grandson, then there is my daughter, and your grandmother.” The man stopped and wiped his hand across his face. “And you are not exactly as rotten as I once thought,” he finished. Primrose sat at a separate end of the table, looking between him and her father.“But Jonas does not agree. So you cannot stay here.” Egan nodded, and brought Rome down to cradle him in his arms, the burping cloth still slung over his shoulder.What did the man take him for? Why would he live with his father-in-law?“But I will be losing my daughter again.” The man said, his voice emotional.“That is what she wants. Choosing a criminal over her own family.” Jon

PRIMROSE“Have you ever gotten a happy ending, Primrose?” She smiled as she lay on her belly, listening to that deep voice, a voice she had dreamed so much about, and doubted she would ever hear again.“It was offered at a spa in Peru.” She responded.His fingers gliding on her oiled back, stopped.“You are not wondering whether I took it, are you?’ She arched her back and his fingers resumed moving, sliding down the edges of her spine. It felt so good, her body unknotting.“I know you didn’t. Who offered?”“A girl at the spa said she could invite a masseur.” Prim responded. “Why did you sigh like that?” She asked, giggling.“I would have hated for another man to hear you moan like this beneath his fingers.” He pressed down on the base of her spine and a sound escaped her lips.“Like that.” he said as his fingers progressed down, and he was kneading her butt cheeks.“My back is the problem area, Egan Alexakis.”“I am the masseur here. I decide where my fingers end up.” He stroked her

Ophelia died. But contrary to what everyone would have guessed, and what I dearly wish, I did not kill her.I felt robbed when I walked into her body on the floor of one of the Kotei’s living rooms, because she should have died by my hands. It was the very next day after Kan's death, when, reportedly, the National leader’s guards caught her and dragged her HOME TO DADDY. No one would ever know what the man did to her, but her body was bruised all over with tiny cuts dotting her skin. She lay there on the floor, her face drawn, and I could only stare at her. I had been determined to chase her to hell if I must, and that is why I had dared come into the Kotei, but her father was quicker.But like I promised her during her lifetime, death would not set her free. Someone had to pay for what she did to me.I exposed her father as soon as his term was over, and stood at the top stairs of the courthouse as I watched the police drag him off to jail after the biggest court case the count

I had the file I had come for in my hand and nothing else, as I stepped down the porch when I heard a car speeding fast towards me.Cherry was quickly standing in front of me, and shielding me behind with her body.I hoped that was not Kan, because I did not want to talk to him right now. After all my father had told me about him, I now saw him in a new light. But when the single car stopped, and the driver’s door opened, it was a woman who stepped out.“Don't come any closer.” Cherry barked at her into the night. “Akira,” I gasped at the same time, and placed a gentle hand on Cherry's shoulder as Akira began to run towards me in a funny-looking, ungainly way. “Chairwoman.” Akira said in a choking gasp.Even in the darkness of that night, I could see how her eyes looked like she had a fever. The desperation in her eyes to get to me scared me a little.“Help me.” her voice came out in a whisper now, as she got to me, swooned, and I had to catch her quickly.But even with Cherry's

Blaine was still staring out that window when Ariel walked out of that room, thinking about everything she had told him, unable to look her in the face.Aoi, Aoi, Mün’s wife had set Ruby up all those years. Or perhaps it was her parents, but she was aware. She had to be aware that her parents were paying a man to take Ruby away from him so that they could get married without any problems as soon as they turned twenty.He brought his hand up to his face, thinking about Ruby, how she must have hated him the whole time, and came to hold him in contempt.It took him sometime to finally get out of that room, and when he did, he could not find Ariel anywhere.He ran into Mr Grigor, who was holding his grandson. “Did Ariel tell you where she was going to?”“She had to pick up something at the Sullivan mansion.” “What?” His eyes widened in disbelief. “And you let her go? What is so special about her clothes to go back there for?”How could this man of all people allow such a silly mistake?

Ophelia hurried out of the car without even looking at Draco, desperately hoping this was the last time she saw him. If he would not help her, he was useless to her and had better stay away.She hurried to the mailbox of her unit and found the brown manila envelope. When she opened it, she saw a black gift box in it. She smiled and hurried upstairs with it.Now that she had this in hand, she momentarily forgot all her problems, overjoyed at what she was about to do to Ariel.She opened the door and the first person she ran into was Akira. She smiled. Was fate not just absolutely wonderful?Her mind strayed to Olivia, but she decided to check on her after this, and take her when she was ready to leave. Akira turned to her and bowed quickly, and Ophelia could see a small fear in her eyes.“Are you familiar with hide-and-seek?” Ophelia grinned at her.“Ma’am?” Akira leaned forward, squinting in confusion. Ophelia grinned wider and brought her hands up to her face, then she moved t

Ophelia was still technically nursing her wounds, the one that bitch had given her, the one she had sworn to repay as soon as she was in a place where she had the upper hand, when the news broke out.She was in the seating area of her office and laying back straight on her couch when her P.A. ran in.“What is it Roxy,” She said without looking up? “Don’t tell me the bitch is back.”“Madaam.” Roxy exclaimed like she had just seen something horrible, like she had perhaps walked in and found a snake curled in the corner of the room, poised to attack her, and Ophelia flew off her seat, eyes wide and looking around in fear.“What? What is it, Roxy?” She yelled in fright. Had that bitch brought a snake with her and left it here? She would not put it past the bitch.She would not put it past the person that had come to wait for her in a dark office, almost giving her a freaking heart attack. “The news,” Roxy whispered, her eyes still wide, and she was stretching out her computer tablet. W

We were back at his house, and as we walked upstairs towards the nursery, I saw my father waiting by the door.“Dad.” I gave a quick bow and looked up with a squint, a little surprised.He smiled and walked up to hug me tightly. When he stepped back, his eyes were shiny. I noticed him and Blaine exchange a look and Blaine kissed my temple, tapped my shoulder and disappeared into the nursery. I could not help frowning. “Is everything OK?”“I have to talk to you. It’s important.”“Sure,” I said quickly, although my heart was already beating. What did he have to tell me? Was it about Kan? My eyes scanned our surroundings, thinking about where we could talk uninterrupted. I could definitely not take him anywhere on the top floor, because I still had some shame. The study then?“Can we go to the living room?” I asked, thinking about how that place was the place I still found coziest in the house.We got to the living room and I could hear the sound of the water trickling down from that

“How are you feeling today, Mrs Dankworth?”Myra smiled with her eyes closed, “As fine as someone in my state can be.” “I am always happy when my patients leave, but I feel sad in your case.”Myra smiled as she adjusted to the couch she was lying flat on her back on. “You were really fed up when I just came here. How can you be sad?”“It's not everyday you get a trained ex-cop as a patient,” the woman's voice said, and Myra laughed. “Or is it that my story made you need therapy too?” She teased, and finally opened her eyes. She looked round at the colorful office, and shook her head sadly.She absolutely hated it when she first started coming here. After a six-month stay in a psychiatric ward, she should have loved the sight colors, because of all that plain whiteness she had stared at for months.But she hated the colors, because colors made her think of children. The two she lost, and all the ones she could not have.“Poor Cal.” She said now, and laughed. The therapist gave he

“Myra, please listen to me,” Aiden pleaded.“Get him out of here,” Cal barked, looking at the police. “This is all your fault.” Aiden turned, screaming at Cal now. “Why won't you just leave her alone?”Cal suddenly began to march toward him angrily when Greg hurried past him, “No. I'll do this,” he got to Aiden and began to punch him.All attempts to stop him proved futile, and Aiden could not fight back with cuffed hands. It seemed Greg was letting out all his life's frustration on the man. “You started all this,” he yelled as he punched him again.“Get off my son!” Ms Acosta's voice echoed over the windy hill, as she pushed through the guests who now had soot on their clothes, and wild eyes from the shock of the explosion earlier. “No.” Greg turned round and yelled at her. “You helped him get into this place.”Greg raised his hand again to punch Aiden, whose mouth was all bloodied now, his eyes rolling backward as he groaned. “You'll kill your brother!”As soon as those words we

Their surrogacy process was faster than typical, so much so that, on the day of the wedding, their surrogate was four months pregnant with Myra and Cal's baby. Myra sat in the bridal lounge with Jess and Donna, who were both her maid of honor and bridesmaid respectively. Although this wedding was relatively small, it was beautiful.She was getting married to Cal on the hilltop he found her two years ago during the photo shoot, and she was wearing a much simpler dress than she had worn that day.A white satin dress that clung to her hips and softly draped down to her feet, but with a diamond-studded veil that was 200 inches long.She turned to her mother and gave her a small smile. It was such a pity they did not have a normal relationship, so Myra chose to keep her distance. The woman had become a shadow of herself after her husband fled the country, and not even Greg, her favorite son's reappearance, had helped. Tyson Shaw was her love and her God.“Myra.” She turned to the doo

Myra never saw her father after that day, but the cracks he'd left so suddenly in her and Cal's relationship lingered.Worse, it seemed like only she saw this. Or was it just her distorted mind?All other aspects of her life flourished. She made the finest congers swoman her country had ever seen. In her two-year tenure, she ran Brienstein out of Congress, to Gib's eternal pride. She had the best fiancé. Cal was a literal sweetheart, and true to his promise, they only did what SHE wanted. He pampered her to spoil, to the ire of the Dankworths, and eternal envy of Cora, who visited not very often but still enough to make Myra uncomfortable. Despite all this, there was no baby at the end of year two.And all the people who hated the relationship she had with Cal capitalized on this. It hurt her to see how many people he was cutting off for her sake. The Errington women, the Quills, the Dankworths. He really stopped visiting his family, and never invited them over. Anybody who mad

“Is that you Cal?” Myra asked, looking up from her phone as she heard movement at the front door downstairs. He had said the mall was ten minutes away. That meant twenty minutes to and fro, excluding the time it would take him to shop.How was he back so soon then, when it was just about eight minutes since he left?She glanced back down at her phone to confirm, it was indeed, just around eight minutes ago he left.Just then, her phone began to ring, and her heart stopped when she saw it was Greg calling. He had stopped trying to reach her for a while now when she ignored all his previous attempts. Why then was he suddenly calling her now?And by this time of night?She ignored the call as she dropped her feet from the bed and sunk her feet into the fur house slippers. She would go see why Cal was back so early. Did he forget something?Her phone began to ring again. She stared down at it to see it was Greg. She looked away, and was pushing herself off the bed with her hands when

Cal was staring at her like she was some priceless jewel when they finally walked into the bedroom, and she blushed. “What is it?”“You’re perfect,” he said, his eyes open adoration. She shook her head, smiling. “YOU are perfect.”“I was not sure how to propose.”“What?” “Everything I could think of, I feared, was simply underwhelming,” He said, shaking his head, “and then the ring just had to go fall out like that.”She laughed now. “Do you realize how perfect that was? The box opened, and in the right direction, turned to me like you had thrown some perfect dice.” She gave him a teasing smile now and raised her eyebrows at him, “Are you sure you did not set it to happen that way?”“Come now,” he said, in mock offense.“No one would ever know. How better to impress a woman than that?” She raised her eyebrows in quick succession, and he began to laugh.“I am pleased you think I am such a genius,” he said, and she gave him a look and stood up from the bed, hurrying to the bathroom.