Novels by Love Letter

Briella glanced at the elders and Zedd, a little helpless, and let out a soft laugh.“If everyone doesn’t quiet down, I won’t be able to say anything.”Instantly—at the very moment her voice faded—the crowd fell into dead silence. Not a single sound remained.Briella: “…”“Alright, everyone please be seated. I’m here today as one of the judges.”She raised the mic again, tone calm.“Let’s all stay quiet for ten minutes and wait for the results.”Everyone stared at her, reluctant to look away, as if hoping she’d say just one more word.Briella stepped down, and the five elders led her to the VIP seat at the very center.The cameras automatically kept their distance. No one dared get too close while the top brass were discussing results.Briella frowned slightly. “Isn’t this Chairman Blake’s seat? I can

Ria lifted her head slightly, her voice calm and clear: “Drum kit. My piece is called Destruction and Rebirth.”The host froze for a second. No one had ever chosen drums in this competition.The crowd murmured in confusion.But the host quickly composed himself and gave the stage over.Wearing her signature black veil, Ria exuded a quiet mystery.And then—she exploded into rhythm.Her drumming was sharp, intense, and unpredictable. Her hands moved like lightning, testing the limits of reflex and rhythm. The stage came alive. The crowd lit up.Then suddenly, a shift.The pounding beat turned sparse, cold, eerie.Like a storm on the horizon—an omen of disaster. The rhythm descended into chaos, echoing destruction.Every beat felt like the death knell of the world.Then—silence.Half a minute passed.Ria gently tapped out a soft, slow rhythm.I

Briella asked Ashley to hand the phone to Red Rose.Ashley turned her face away in disdain.Red Rose raised a brow. Was the little girl angry?She took the phone. “Hello? Boss?”“Don’t bully Ashley. She’s young and innocent. Do it again, and I’ll drag you back to train with me.”Red Rose instantly deflated.“Okay, okay, Boss! My bad, all my fault! I swear it won’t happen again!”Only after Red Rose promised repeatedly did Briella hang up the phone, clearly satisfied.Red Rose handed the phone back to Ashley. After a moment of hesitation, she added sincerely, “Don’t be mad. How about I hack into Demerra-Solandra security network and let you play around?”Ashley: “…”“Is there something wrong with your brain? I study medicine—I can check you out.”“…”…Bri

VIP central section.The Head Elder turned to Zedd. “Where’s Luna?”The other four Elders craned their necks as well, equally eager.“She said she’ll show up when the time is right,” Zedd replied helplessly.The Head Elder glanced at the buzzing venue, thoughtful. “She suddenly registered a X account… Honestly, it might be a good thing she’s not here just yet. If she walked in now, we’d lose all control of the crowd.”“I forgot to ask her about that,” Zedd admitted sheepishly. “My hands were shaking too much from excitement when I helped her register—I couldn’t think straight.”The Elders: “…”The host from Solandra’s Central TV personally took the stage to announce the start of the final.“This round follows rules personally set by Luna herself. Only two words were revealed befo

An hour later.Briella had freshened up and grabbed a light bite to eat.She returned to the conference room from the inner quarters, only to find Zedd there alone.She sat down, lifting her chin slightly. “Say what you came to say.”“Teacher!” Zedd had taken off his coat at some point, and from a corner of the room, pulled out a branch of thorns.He tied it across his back and dropped to one knee.Briella blinked, caught off guard. Then her eyes narrowed. “You’re… making a formal apology?”“Yes! I’ve been thinking these past few days. You weren’t just angry because Chairman Blake and I didn’t tell you the truth—you were furious because we didn’t value our own lives!”Zedd sat up straight, voice firm and passionate.Briella remained seated on the couch. “Stand up.”“Teacher?” he asked, visibly nervous

Red Rose peeled off her disposable medical gloves, unhooked her mask with a languid flick, and looked toward Diego with those fox-like, captivating eyes, her voice deliberately hushed and teasing.“Mr. Elsher, are you dissatisfied?”She sighed dramatically, then winked at Ashley. “If you wanted to see me so badly, Mr. Elsher, you could’ve just said so. Why go through such a roundabout way? So hurtful, don’t you think?”Ashley immediately caught on. Her quick-witted little brain spun once, and she instantly understood what was going on.Hands on her hips, she said righteously, “Exactly! Mr. Elsher, you owe us an explanation!”Diego retracted his scrutinizing gaze, frowning slightly before lowering his eyes, expression unreadable.“Apologies. I heard Miss Q doesn’t meet people easily. I had no choice but to use this method.”Behind him, Nash and the others exchanged bewil

“Damn it,” Alexandra cursed inwardly, her palms clammy with sweat.“Are you planning to stand there until tomorrow?”The voice was deep, cold, cutting through the silence like a blade. His tone left no room for argument. “Sit down… Miss—”“Alexandra. Alexandra Costa,” she blurted quickly, forcing her trembling voice into steadiness.Gathering herself, she crossed the room and sat in the chair opposite him. Every instinct screamed at her to run, but she couldn’t. She needed this job—needed the money to pay for her mother’s treatment. This was her chance to leave that suffocating café behind.Roger Davenier flipped open her file, his expression unreadable. His gaze skimmed the papers with detached disinterest, as though her entire existence was nothing more than ink on a page.“Fresh graduate. Twenty-three. Cum laude.” His eyes finally lifted, sharp and piercing. “Impressive on paper. Tell me, what salary do you expect?”Alexandra lifted her chin, summoning courage she barely felt. “Fiv

The Victory Group office was unusually quiet that morning. Only the janitors and security guards were on duty, while a few front-desk employees had just arrived.V was already a giant in the corporate world-and under Roger's leadership, it had only grown more formidable. He was known for being brilliant, decisive, and ruthless when necessary. With Evander's support, his influence was unshakable.That silence was shattered by a sharp, furious voice."Are you blind?! Can't you see a person standing here? Where are your eyes?!" Alexandra snapped.Her outfit was ruined. She had spent hours preparing for this day-her one chance to secure a job at Victory Group. But all her effort had gone to waste in an instant. A full cup of black coffee had spilled across her blouse, staining it beyond repair.The man she had collided with stood tall, expression unreadable, his tailored suit untouched by the accident. His cold eyes flicked to her, sharp and assessing."You should watch where you're going

The meeting was set in one of Roger's private estates - a place safe enough that neither of them had to look over their shoulder.Estelle arrived first, hands twisting in her lap as she sat in the quiet lounge. Shiloh was beside her, silent, for once without her usual poise. Across the room, Esther leaned against the wall with Evander at her side, their twins playing quietly in the corner. Roger stood near the door, every inch the watchful guardian.The door opened.Victor Davenier stepped inside. Age had touched him - silver in his hair, deeper lines at the corners of his eyes - but his presence filled the room the way it always had. He stopped when he saw her.For a moment, neither spoke. Then Victor crossed the room in three long strides and knelt in front of her, his hands gently closing over hers."Estelle." His voice was rough, weighted with years of longing. "I thought I'd lost you forever."Her throat tightened. "You did. And when you find out what I've become, you'll wish you

The air in the private lounge was suffocating, heavy with the weight of truths that had just shattered the room.Estelle's confession still lingered between them, raw and bleeding.Roger glanced at his men - silent shadows waiting at the edges of the room - and gave a single nod. "Bring Martin down. Alive."Minutes later, the sound of boots on marble announced their return. Martin Fallow was dragged between two of Roger's men, his expensive suit rumpled but his confidence untouched. Even with his hands bound behind his back, he carried himself like a man who believed he could buy his way out of anything."Well," Martin drawled, his voice rich with arrogance and an unhurried confidence that filled the room. "What a charming little family gathering. My beautiful wife, Estelle... still as breathtaking as the night I took you from Victor."Estelle's face drained of color, but she didn't flinch, her chin lifting ever so slightly.Martin's gaze shifted lazily to Esther, then Roger, lingerin

Esther's chest tightened-not with sympathy, but with the bitter confirmation of what she had long suspected. Yes, five years ago, Shilloh had vanished overnight. Her mentor said she had returned to her home country with her family. Every number Esther had tried afterward had been disconnected. "You expect me to believe you're some innocent bystander?" Esther's voice was low, dangerous. Shilloh's eyes snapped up. "Believe what you want. I'm telling you because I know where my father is tonight. And because... I owe you at least that much." Roger stepped forward. "Then talk." She nodded toward the far end of the club. "Private gambling room, second floor. He's surrounded by his friends and security, but he won't be expecting you." Esther studied her for a long moment. "You've given me information. I'll take it. But why betray your own father?" Shilloh's fingers trembled slightly around her glass. "Betrayal? You have no idea what betrayal is, Esther. For five years, I've told mysel

The banquet hall still shimmered with golden light long after most of the guests had left. The scent of roses clung to the air, mingling with champagne bubbles and the faint laughter drifting from the few lingering tables.Esther stood near the tall windows, her fingers wrapped around a half-empty glass. Through the reflection in the glass, she could see Evander across the room, speaking to Elena and some old family friends. Zoe and Zion had long since fallen asleep upstairs in the suite, their excitement from the day finally spent.It should have been perfect.And yet-her instincts prickled.She caught sight of Roger slipping quietly toward the side exit.Her glass clinked softly as she set it down. "Where is he going?"Esther followed, catching up just as he pushed the door open to the quiet corridor beyond."Planning to leave your sister on her wedding night?" she asked, voice low.Roger turned, clearly not expecting her. "Go back inside, Esther."She crossed her arms. "Not until y