Novels by Trinity

~~Elena~~ “Over here, please,” I said to the delivery man. I watched as he carefully hung both the wedding photos and the family picture. “I’m done, ma’am,” he said. I nodded, clearly impressed. “You can go,” I added. He bowed slightly and left. I stood there for a long moment, my eyes resting on the picture of all of us—Alejandro, me, Sophy, and Richard. It was so beautiful. And I knew, in a few months, another little bundle of joy would join us. A Month had passed since the wedding, and Alejandro had been patient—always letting me spend more time with the children, yet never letting me to fully return to my parents’ company. I understood his caution, and I appreciated it. After some thought, I decided it was best to let him merge the company with his, trusting that it would continue smoothly under his guidance. I remained involved in a gentler way, addressing the workers through online meetings, knowing that, for now, this balance was right for all of us. “Mummy, we’re back,

~~Alejandro~~ I watch from the altar as Anthony, her uncle, holds her hands, guiding her forward. Just as I predicted, she’s breathtaking in that dress—every bit worth the money I spent. It fits her perfectly. Her smile lights up her face, pure happiness radiating from her, and in that moment, I can’t even begin to describe how I feel. It’s unexplainable—the sheer joy swelling inside me. She reaches me, and I stare at her, blankly, as a flood of memories crashes over me: our happiest moments, our sorrows, our forbidden times. I remember the very first day I saw her, standing in that club, hesitating, wondering if she should go in. I went for one reason, but she flipped the game—and it was a mistake I would willingly make again in another life. “Alejandro,” she says softly. I blink, trying to pull myself together, and turn to the priest. “What’s wrong? What are you thinking about?” she asks, worry threading her voice. “I’m losing control… because of your beauty,” I admit, serio

~~Elena~~ I stare at the wedding gown hanging in front of me, tears of joy slipping freely down my cheeks. “It’s so beautiful,” I whisper, my fingers tracing the delicate fabric, then the piece of jewelry beside it. Alejandro has taken his time with everything. He only asked a tailor to measure me once, then told me to trust him—until today. And he was right. This is a masterpiece. I haven’t seen any part of it before now. “Mrs. Rodriguez, please take your seat,” the makeup artist says softly. I nod and sit down. It’s the big day. For the past three weeks, I’ve only heard that arrangements are being made, yet I’ve seen nothing. I’ve been stuck at home with Sophy. The only time he allowed me to visit my parents’ company, he went along with me. Despite my constant requests for space, he watches me silently. Sometimes, I feel like there must be a hidden camera somewhere—he always knows what I’m doing. And yet… I find everything dangerously beautiful. I feel myself growing addict

~~Alejandro~~ Something about her current situation always makes my body react before my mind. I had cameras installed everywhere so I’d know the moment she is in trouble. I even instructed the guards to call me if they noticed anything unusual. And just now, they said she almost fell. Yes—almost. But I don’t believe in almost. She needs to be safe. Always. I would give up anything to protect her. Even to the point of keeping my little daughter away from her, because I know she would want Elena to take on some motherly responsibility for her. That’s fine—but Elena’s safety comes first. Before my father. Before my child. Before anyone. Yet it seems my care has become too much. So much that she feels trapped, as if I’m stealing her freedom. It hurts—knowing she’s breaking under my concern, knowing she misses her daughter so deeply. If having her daughter back is what she wants, then I’ll do it. “Alejandro, let’s hold the wedding in the next three weeks,” she whispers. My heart s

~~Elena~~ “I’m so sorry, Elena. I have no idea what really happened. The only thing I saw on the news was that Morales escaped after stabbing Javier and later ended up dead,” Mariana says softly. “It’s okay,” I replied. “Don’t you think you should move your wedding planning forward before your pregnancy becomes too obvious?” Mariana asked.I had asked Alejandro to keep it on hold until further notice, and I told Mariana I would want it next month, but now I think she’s right about me moving it forward. “Hm… That actually sounds like a good idea, but won’t it be too pressurizing?” I asks. She shakes her head. “Everyone wants an opportunity to meet Alejandro. Once it hits the news, trust me, all of Madrid will make time for that day.” I clench my jaw, realizing everything she says makes sense. If Alejandro could arrange his so-called wedding with Valentina on such short notice, then he could definitely do this too. Three weeks later, I decided silently. “Fine. Sounds good,

~~Elena~~ “Daddy, he’s a bad man,” Sophy says in a small, shaken voice. “He hit my Mummy. He put a dirty cloth on my mouth.” Alejandro’s anger rises sharply beside me. I feel it in the way his body stiffens, in the way his jaw tightens. I slowly rest my head against his shoulder. “There’s no point anymore. He’s gone.” I say quietly. Alejandro exhales deeply, one hand gripping the steering wheel while the other holds mine. “I’m sorry I dragged you into this mess.” I give a weak chuckle. “Morales was consumed by revenge. He lost everything—that’s why.” He takes another breath. “Let’s not talk about him anymore.” I nod. Silence stretches between us. I feel weak, pain coursing through my body. I need rest. “Alejandro… Can we go straight home? I don’t want Grandpa to know what happened.” He nods without hesitation. ******************************** ~~Alejandro~~ My hands tightened around the steering wheel. Morales was lucky he didn’t survive—if he had, I woul

I should push him, but no—my body wasn’t willing to cooperate. Instead, I adjusted my position so his cock could fit into my hungry pussy through the fabric. We were both dressed, but the tension was unbearable. The water was cold, yet the forbidden contact beneath it was so damn hot and dangerously overwhelming. "This isn’t right," I whispered, my voice trembling as I stared into his eyes, my hands pulling him closer. He looked down at my chest, my wet nightgown clinging to me, and I was sure he could feel how hard my nipples pressed against him. He chuckled, shaking his head. "But your body doesn’t seem to concur," he teased. Heat rushed through me, and I buried my face in his neck in embarrassment, my hips still moving to match the tension. "Mr. Felix won’t find out," he murmured softly. I pulled away just enough to look into his eyes. They were dark, filled with hunger. I gasp, and my chest rises and falls faster. "I’ve had a crush on you since university, Sophie," he admit

“I should be asking that, not you,” I said immediately, my voice tight. Silence extended across the line. A woman’s voice picking up Felix’s call… Why? The thought nagged at me. Yes, I don't care about what he does, but I still needed that deal. I can’t let some other woman slide in and put me in that desperate, grasping mood, craving his attention. Finally, she sighed. “I’m his secretary. He’s still in meetings.” I didn’t say another word. I hung up, my hand tightened over the phone for a moment before gripping the wheel tighter. The drive home was quiet, my mind buzzing with irritation and the weight of everything else pressing down.** I rolled onto the bed, fighting sleep, but it wouldn’t come. My mind was in a complete mess of my own thoughts. The heir thing… how on earth was I supposed to handle that? How could I even get in touch with Luis again after all these years? And the deal—God, the deal had to be signed. And then there was Mia. She had called earlier. She’d land

I opened my mouth to say something, but my brain went completely blank. The only thing I could feel was my heart, pounding like crazy, like I’d been hypnotized. He took a step closer, and I stepped back without thinking—until my butt hit the edge of the kitchen counter. He didn’t stop. He just… closed the distance slowly. I closed my eyes without even meaning to, letting his scent wash over me. Fresh, clean, like he’d just come out of the bathroom, shampoo and something else… warm. I snapped my eyes open as soon as I realized I’d left a little space between us. “Little stepmother, Mr. Felix hates things wasted—including coffee,” he said, his voice soft, almost teasing. I blinked at the mess on the counter, panic hitting me. I grabbed a napkin and started wiping as fast as I could, a stupid little smile creeping onto my face. He just shook his head and walked away. I tapped my forehead. “Stupid Sophie,” I muttered. “Why do you always act like this? This isn’t who you are… you

The slight flash of light slipping through the curtain brushed my face, making me blink. I slowly opened my eyes, and my gaze caught on a figure beside me. My heart seized. I screamed, jumped off the bed, and crashed onto the floor. “What’s wrong with you, Miss Smith?” Mr. Felix snapped, confusion written all over his face. I rubbed my forehead and looked at him. Gosh… I forgot I got married yesterday. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. “I’m sorry, darling. I had a nightmare,” I said softly, forcing a smile. My goodness, he looked terrible, his morning figure rough and unguarded. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tightening as if he were trying to remember something. Damn it. If he started recalling everything that happened last night—how I struggled—he might realize nothing happened between us. And if he did, he wouldn’t sign the deal. I quickly hopped back onto the bed. “Honey, you were so strong yesterday,” I said shyly, tucking a

I slowly allowed myself to feel any changes in my body, but nothing strange happened—just my heart pounding loudly as I kept staring at the clock. He smiled and took the glass from me, placing both glasses on the glass table. He untied his robe, a smile spreading across his face, and walked slowly toward me. I climbed onto the bed and moved to the edge; he dragged both my legs toward him, forcing me to lie flat. He pulled off the robe and tossed it on the floor. I tried to stand upright, but he hovered over me.“Wait, Mr. Felix… wait,” I said, my voice breaking, my heart thundering fast as fear crept into my entire body. Why isn’t the incense taking any effect on him? Am I getting trapped in my own game? I tried to break free from him, but my strength was no match for his.My heart sank as I noticed myself feeling the effects of the drugs. I bit my tongue hard. No, no, Sophie, I can’t blank out here. Suddenly, he shook his head violently, his eyes blinking several times. A wave of re

I slowly turned to face him, forcing a smile that came out awkwardly. Immediately those damn friends of mine slowly excused themselves, dramatically coughing, and walked past me. I bit my lower lip, unsure what to say, as every part of my body trembled with fear. I hope he hadn't heard what Laura had just said. "It's getting late, Sophie. I've been searching for you." He smiled and winked, sliding his tongue on his lower lips...gross, that was disgusting! My skin crawled, and I felt like throwing up, but I forced a shy smile and tapped him on the chest. "Stop it, honey; you are making me shy," I said softly. I can't even believe my own tone… I can't believe I'm really doing something so annoying. He smiled and looked away. What the heck? Is he blushing right now? He turned and took a step towards me, and I slowly stepped back, my stomach twisting with disgust. "Then let's go home, my love. I can't wait to show you more about myself," he said quickly, holding my hands and dra