Novels by Ly Darcy

Olivia and I stared into the large screen monitor in the hospital’s security office, having found the exact frame where the M was brought into the hospital. Olivia recognized one of the Auclair guards and pointed him out, but the woman beside him, who was pretending to be his wife to complete the image of a family bringing their son to the hospital, was unfamiliar. M’s face wasn’t visible on the security footage in all the four security cameras which had captured him from different angles. Olivia huffed in frustration.“Take us to your director.” I turned to one of the security officials in the room with us. He stood at attention and said, “He’s not on seat.”“Then take us to whoever is on seat.” I said, and he gave me a nod, walking out the door. We followed behind, and arrived in an office with a floor-to-ceiling window that looked out to a park. In the wet darkness of tonight, the park looked ghostly, something from a horror thriller, and I looked away, my eyes stopping on th

“We won’t find him. Louise must have murdered the maid when she found out, and then moved him,” Olivia said without pause as I swiftly backed my car in the now pouring rain.One of my guards flashed his car headlights as he drove past me, and I honked back.“We’ll try, Livia.” I moved my hand over the center console, and took hers.“How did you figure it out? How did you figure out where he was?” She asked, and I sighed, keeping my eyes on the road because I was driving pretty fast despite this unexpected downpour.I thought about that ambulance I had seen twice on the road here. Once, when I dropped Henry off at the hospital, and next just before I drove over to the lane Olivia was driving in.“It might not make any sense, but I think your brother may have had an episode and was taken to the hospital.” I said out loud, and her eyes were haunted before she looked away.It killed me to see her like this. It killed me more to know I could not do anything about it without hurting our r

Olivia did not miss my reaction to this news, smart woman, this one. “I’m sorry,” she repeated, and I grimaced, embarrassed at my reaction.“One thing we're not going to do is pretend he isn't still your brother.” She frowned her disapproval, and then sighed heavily.“I hesitated to do it even,” she explained more gently. “That was until he attempted to murder my best friend. It became necessary." “It is necessary.” I affirmed, and paused, “Attempted?”Her gaze was piercing, surprised that I knew anything about the issue. “Henry tailed you,” I shrugged. “But Dean caught him, and he narrowly managed an escape.” Her eyes widened, hanging jaw, and finally, with a wince, she looked away with an understanding nod. “Dean used a kettlebell,” she said in a trembling voice, her gaze averted. “A fucking kettlebell, and just as they were about to wrap his body, Harper whispered my name.” Her mouth went tight around the corners.And watching her, I felt pure envy. Envy that she got to be the

I knew that I was being a dickhead and proving all her fears right that she couldn’t trust me. We should talk about earlier, clear out the miscommunication that made us fight like enemies and hurt each other badly.But now I can't. I could not see past my terror, past the cold fist in my chest at the thought of her falling dead on a random day because Louise was in a bad mood, or suddenly remembered her sister’s death.It was driving me crazy that someone else could be Olivia's god, and I wanted to go kick her off that throne and stomp, stomp and stomp on her until she was reminded of her mortality, and that no one was allowed to make Olivia’s life hell, not even me.Olivia was staring at me now, her eyes narrowed into slits. Then she stood up, heading for the door.I caught her arm two steps in, and pulled her back. “Get your hands off me.” She slapped my hand off her, her face tight like she had just barely resisted the urge to shove me hard as her eyes fell on my bandage. “I ne

I frowned at Olivia's hesitation. I hadn’t taken her for a soft-hearted woman, so I was unwilling to believe she would hesitate the slightest to take out her enemy. But even now, she was shaking her head, her arms tighter around my waist. “Louise wants an Auclair with Fletcher blood."“And you’ll give her this, because?” I could not believe she was thinking of having a child for the benefit of such a woman. I would offer my child as the devil’s squire before I let them anywhere around that woman.Olivia was watching me now, and there was a new hesitation in her eyes. But in a flash, she took one of my hands from around her and placed it on her head.I stared at her, confused at the gesture.She stared at me for a second longer before she said, “We can never attack Louise, nor can I run away from her. She has a chip in here.” She smiled sadly.My world stopped as a pop went off in my ears, and they started to ring. I stared at Olivia without really seeing her, my vision blurry as t

Olivia stood up as if she could no longer sit still, pacing the floor with her hands hanging on her waist. “The baby lived. That was what Louise told me.” She spun around to look at me. “But I have never met him.” She shrugged, her bottom lip trembling with emotion. “Louise wouldn't let me see him.”I frowned, “How can she stop you from meeting your own brother?” She exhaled now, “My mother went into labor and died on Prom night.” She grimaced, her brows knotting and her lips tightening around the edges. “I had just escaped Samantha and her minions when I ran into my aunt. I met her for the first time that day, and she was the person who broke the news to me.”Watching her say all this, I felt a little dizzy. How did one person happen to experience all this in one day? It was no wonder she hated me. If that horrible night was some sort of chain reaction, I set it off. “So she took your brother before you saw him.” I tried to keep my attention on the present. “It’s possible she’s

“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.

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

“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