Novels by Ly Darcy

“Can you please leave now?” Ariel stood up, and moved away from her seat, staring at Ophelia with hard eyes. “You witch.” Ophelia cursed, straightening up.“No uh.” Sullivan gripped her arm, and looked up at her with a dark smile. “Not in my presence.”“You tricked me?” Ophelia closed the floor, looking at Ariel in disbelief. “For what you said earlier, I should sue you for slander, but I think the Tucker have already taken enough punch to their vault.”“I would sue her, sweetheart.” Sullivan threw Ophelia’s hand out of his grip. “Who says she can talk to my wife like that?”“What exactly is going on here?” One of the boldest board members finally spoke up, and Sullivan turned surprised eyes to the man who shrunk a little. Then he smiled, that deceptive smile that Blaine knew so well.“Ah, happy to explain,” he said, clapping his hands together in delight. “Although you all pretend not to remember, there has been a long-standing rivalry between the Sullivans and Tuckers. "We are qu

Sullivan was one of the last people to walk in and Blaine watched him take Ariel’s hand and kiss it as he walked past. He did not keep looking to see how Ariel reacted to this. He could not.Were they really getting a divorce after all? One minute they looked like they definitely were, the next they were getting involved in all kinds of PDA. Ariel finally took her seat, and Sullivan stared at him as he took a seat at the other end of the table, opposite him. Sullivan gave him a small smile that made all the hairs on Blaine’s arms stand.Something was definitely wrong. The meeting had barely started when Blaine heard the sound of heels clicking towards the boardroom.There were many women here, so the sound of clicking heels was not at all odd or strange. But this one was distinctive because of the way this person walked.This person walked like a model and was making sure her steps heralded her arrival. He looked up, knowing this could only be Ophelia.He saw a guard push the gla

Chapter 114Blaine woke up quite late the next morning, and to his surprise his mother was in the room, declaring she was there to help him change his bandages.He knew she was trying to apologize for her actions and get on his good side again, but that was the last thing on his mind now. He had done a lot of thinking last night, and he realized he had to help Ariel. That was the only way to keep their son safe. Although, for Olivia's sake, he could not physically hurt Ophelia for what she had done, there were many ways he could help Ariel.First was keeping an eye on Ophelia so they would never be caught off guard again by her plans. And maybe while doing that they could get some damning evidence on her.“If you like her, you should still go for her,” he heard his mother say.Blaine was startled as he turned to look at his mother. “What did you say?”She smiled as she fixed the bandage over his injury and leaned away to take her gloves off. “You like her? Get her.”“Why do you th

Blaine watched her as she walked in. She did not see him immediately as she fixed herself a highball, and then she finally turned. She gasped and her glass almost slipped.“What the hell? Do you want to kill me? What are you sitting there pale as a ghost for?” Her voice came out high from her fright.“What are you up to?” He was watching her.“What?” She began to walk again, heading to where he was sitting this time.“How did you get those shares?” She stopped, and then she smiled fully at him. “So you’ve heard, and now you want to talk to me?” He was watching her, it was taking all his effort not to attack her. He really should not be in quiet places alone with her from now on. The urge he had to hurt her, hurt her so bad since her father’s status would hinder justice except they had rock-solid evidence which they didn’t, was so strong it made him dizzy.When she saw he had not said a word, she made a face and took the chair beside him. “I tried to tell you many times, but you w

Blaine did not want to stay in the hospital for too long, leaving his daughter in the care of that woman. He also had to make sure Ariel was not having a change of heart, because he had not seen her since they had that agreement.Ophelia and his mother walked in, and he noticed Ophelia flitting around like a bird to help him get dressed. She was obviously happy, and Ophelia was rarely happy.He glanced at her again and again, wondering what she had been up to this time, and how it was possible to know someone for so long and not know them at all after all.There was something bone-chilling about what Ophelia had done that night. The way Ariel described Ophelia had tricked her into aborting their baby and then killing her mother regardless.But he saw Olivia’s face every time he thought about just how to make Ophelia pay. Anytime he was seized by vicious anger because of what she had done, he remembered their daughter. “Are you okay, honey?” She asked now as he gestured her away a

“What?” Kan said, looking at me, his eyes wide in disbelief. “You cannot be serious.”“I have damn too many problems to be with a man who I cannot trust too,” I said. “I don’t need a dime of your money. If you need the shares, I will have them over. I am leaving with my son.”“How did he get into your head like this?” Kan was descending on me now, his arm wrapped tightly around me.“Let me go.”“You think I will just let you walk back to Tucker's waiting arms.”“You need help, Kan.” I said, “Let me go.”“No,” he said, and in our struggle something fell that caught my attention. I stared at the piece of paper on the floor, and pushed him away to pick it up. “Ariel.” Kan began to say hurriedly when he saw me pick it up. And the more he tried to come closer, the faster I backed away, as my eyes scanned the page, and my hands began to shake.“Was this what you have been up to the whole day?” I looked up at him, shocked to my very bone. “Do you hate me so much, Kan Sullivan?” I asked as

“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

“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.