Novels by Author T.K

Amelia's POV I had been sitting in the restaurant for so long and to me I felt at peace. The peace I hadn't had since I got married to Lawson.The restaurant was just like the kind of place people came to forget their problems for an hour. To laugh too loudly and pretend that life was simple.I was seated beside my adopted mother and I tried not to flinch every time everyone walked too closely to our table. My adopted mother was stirring her drink slowly, the ice clinking against the glass. She always looked calm and that made me trust her without thinking twice.“You've been so quiet. Is everything alright?” she asked, lifting up her eyes to me. I forced myself to smile at her but everything felt stiff on my face.“I'm fine,” I said, even though my cheek still ached beneath my makeup.She didn't believe my words and I saw it in her eyes, the way her gaze lingered on my face. On the side I had been careful to cover up and her eyes softened at me.“Amelia,” she called my name softly.

Jayden's POV..I came back to New York already angry. The city welcomed me with a tight feeling in my chest I have always carried whenever I returned back.Business trips were exhausting, but coming home felt worse. At least, on the road I could pretend my father didn't exist. I wouldn't deny that coming back was another annoying feeling but I had to because I was not yet done with my father, Lawson Clark. I would only be done when I send him to the hell he deserves to be. My shoulders felt stiff. My head was heavy and I didn't want to feel. I didn't want to think. I just wanted release.I wanted something physical. Something empty and something that would shut my head up for a few minutes.I quickly pulled out my phone from my pocket and I texted Jane.“Come over. Now!”She replied almost immediately. She always did.When she arrived. She read my mood, the way she always did. Like the habit she trained herself into. I grabbed her wrist, pushed her back against the wall, and let my

Amelia POV What?. Lawson's words settled in my head like a death sentence. And in that moment, I knew my nightmare had only just begun.I didn't even hear the rest of what he said after he finished speaking. Because for a terrifying second, I was sure I was going to throw up right there on his expensive marble floor. “I…..I don't understand. What do you mean by that?” I asked, my voice barely sounding like it belonged to me.Lawson stepped away from me slowly, as if he was giving me space to breathe but his eyes did the opposite. His eyes were cold and calculating eyes, he didn't look like a man asking for help. He looked like a man passing judgement.“My son hates me,” he said calmly, and the bluntness of his words shocked me the most.“He’s been waiting for the right moment to take everything I built. The company. My name and my power. And one day he will.” he added.My heart began to pound harder in my chest when he divulged all those words to me.“He doesn't respect me. He does

Amelia's pov.I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The girl looking back at me didn't look like a bride. She looked like someone walking towards an ending she never chose.My lips were pale and my eyes were hollow, despite the makeup that was carefully applied on my face by strangers who kept smiling too much.I was getting married today. To a man old enough to be my grandfather.And tonight, I would belong to him in ways I didn't even want to think about. That thought alone made me feel sick as I held tightly onto the fabric of my dress, my mind betraying me and dragging me to what waited after the vows. My first time. My body. My fear.I had always imagined my wedding day differently. I used to think it would be the best day of my life, full of laughter, and I would be nervous in a good way, holding the hand of a man who loved me, a man who looked at me like I was the only woman in the world.Instead all I felt was silence and disgust.Sometimes, I wondered if things would have

Amelia's pov.I stood in my father's study with a straight face. The way I had learned to do it over the years. But inside me, everything was shaking.I tried to hide the anger inside of me but I couldn't. My heart pounded so loud in my chest and I was sure they could hear it. Lawson Clark's name still echoed in my head like a bad joke that refused to be funny, no matter what. It refused to make sense no matter how many times it was said.My father wanted me to marry his friend. Not just any friend, but a man old enough to be my grandfather. A man whose hair was already grey when I was learning how to write my name.A man who had watched me grow up and now wanted to own me. That thought alone made me feel disgusted.And for the man I call my father. How could a father look at his daughter and decide she was something to be traded? Like a bag of rice. Like a contract. Like a price tag that could save a failing company.My chest felt very tight, and before I could stop myself, the word