Novels by Trinity

~~Alejandro~~The boy stood in front of me, small and still, his dark eyes locked onto mine. He didn’t blink. Not once.For a moment, neither of us spoke.“What’s your name?” I finally asked.Instead of answering, his lips trembled slightly. “Where is my father?”Mateo took a step forward, but I lifted my hand, stopping him without looking back.“Your father is dead,” I said flatly. “He’s not coming back—just like your mother.”The words hit him harder. His lashes fluttered rapidly as he struggled to hold himself together. He sniffed once, twice, and then he broke into tears. His small body shook as sobs tore out of him.I watched him calmly.“Before you drown yourself in tears,” I said, my voice steady, “you need to choose. You can come home with me and cry all you want, or you can leave with your nanny.”His crying slowed. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and looked at his nanny. She gave him an encouraging nod, her eyes filled with pity.Then he looked back at me.Withou

~~Elena~~“Are you hungry?” Mariana asked, and Sophy nodded quickly.Mariana walked to the table, unpacked the bag, dished the food, and handed it to Sophy. I watched her eat, a smile tugging at my lips. Mariana slowly adjusted the next pack—a clear sign it was meant for me—but her eyes remained fixed on Sophy.I chuckled and stepped closer, opening the flask.“Is this for me?” I asked.“No. I brought everything for Sophy,” she replied.“But Mummy is also hungry, Auntie Mariana,” Sophy said immediately.Mariana said nothing.“I’ll just take it,” I said. She didn’t even spare me a glance. I ate in silence, and within a few minutes, I was done.I watched as Mariana laid Sophy on the bed. She had fallen asleep after eating her dinner.Mariana returned to clean the mess Sophy had made. I rushed toward her.“I’ll handle it,” I said, taking the brush from her.“Are you indirectly telling me to focus on my family again?” she asked.I paused and looked up at her.“You’re pregnant, Mariana. Yo

~~Elena~~ I took a deep breath of Madrid’s fresh air. Madrid had changed a lot—new buildings, new companies. Of course it had; five years was a long time. “Mummy, look,” Sophy said, pointing ahead. I noticed a woman dragging a young boy. From the way he struggled, it was clear he didn’t want to go with her. He was crying loudly, and she kept dragging and hitting him without mercy. I couldn’t stand it. “Come on, Sophy,” I said, holding her wrist as we moved toward them. She raised her hand to hit him again. I quickly pulled the boy behind me. “What’s wrong with you, madam?” I snapped. “This is a public place. You shouldn’t hit your son like that.” “She’s not my mother,” the little boy said. I turned to look at him. From his appearance he looked about one or two years older than Sophy—old enough to know the difference between his mother and someone else. I bent down to his level. “Little boy, no matter how your mother scolds you, she’s still your mother,” I said gent

~~Alejandro~~ “What should we do about this?” Mateo asked. I said nothing as I scrolled through the news. I had just lost one of my VVIP clients—the deal had been sealed only yesterday, and on his way back to his hometown, he died in an air crash. A bitter part of life. An unexpected death. “Any information about his relatives?” I asked. “Yes. He only had a seven-year-old son. His wife passed away seven years ago after giving birth; no other relatives,” Mateo said. I took a deep breath. “Fine. Make arrangements and bring the boy over. I’ll take care of all his needs and wants.” Mateo gave a slow bow and made his way out. I swiveled in my chair, thoughts spiraling as I imagined how the child must be feeling. Pain rushed into my chest—memories of my own childhood, growing up without a mother at such a young age. How lost I felt before I finally listened to my father’s advice. I wondered what my world would have become if my father had died back then. Elena must have felt

~~Elena~~ I feel so restless and stuck with many things. Mr. Anthony kept insisting I start a new life with his so-called business partner, expecting everyone to respect his decision as if my own life didn’t matter. I wasn’t trained for that kind of obedience. So I made a bold decision: I packed out of his house and got a small apartment for myself and Sophy. My results were out, and they were impressive, just as I expected. I could register in any barreau to practice as a lawyer, and I would do it in Madrid when I get there. “Mummy, are we going to stay there for long?” Sophy asked. “Yes, we are,” I said, wiping the water droplets from her skin. She tilted her head, searching my eyes again, as I reached for her pajamas. “Mummy, I’m really not going back to my school?” I took a deep I’m exhausted after arranging our belongings all day because we will be travelling to Madrid tomorrow. But this cute little girl isn’t helping at all—she’s so curious... “Sophy, I told you—once

~~Elena~~ I leaned back on the bed, restless. Mr. Anthony was still on his business trip, and ever since the night I slept over at the hotel with Alejandro, he had practically locked me in the house. I still couldn’t figure out how he found out about that night. I hated the way he monitored me and controlled me. And now that I was done with school, I had no excuse to slip out. Mariana had already left with Mateo. Everything felt empty. I missed Alejandro more than I wanted to admit. Just thinking about that night made my stomach flutter. I took a deep breath. Scrolling aimlessly through the internet, something caught my attention. A video. Alejandro? I blinked and clicked on it without thinking. My breath hitched as I watched him gently raise a fork to Lily’s mouth. He was smiling—genuinely smiling. Happy. I dropped my phone, panic rising. Maybe he really wanted to be with Lily. Maybe I had meant nothing. Maybe I had just been convenient, easy, and always available. I’d given mys