Novels by Terasomdi

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(Aliana's POV)I froze.Not because I was unhappy. But because I was overwhelmed by everything I was feeling.I gently lifted my head and looked toward my dad.He smiled and gave me a soft nod.Over the past few weeks, he had actually grown close to Delvin and gotten along well with him.My eyes shifted to Fabian.He was smiling as he nodded in response. Even he had come to accept Delvin and approve of him.The Barrington family seemed happy about everything too.No one seemed against the idea. And honestly, neither was I.So I gently turned back to Delvin and nodded."Yes, Delvin. I do," I said.Delvin's eyes immediately lit up.His entire face was filled with happiness as he slipped the ring onto my finger and gently kissed my hand.Then he stood up and pulled me into his arms.Our laughter echoed through the hall as he lifted me and spun me around.The entire hall rose to their feet, clapping and cheering for us.Delvin carried me toward the table where the family members were seat

(Aliana's POV)"Congratulations, Dr. Hale," the guests said one after another.Some presented gifts, while others offered wonderful opportunities to work with me.I simply smiled through it all, happily nodding at everyone.Because I was truly happy tonight.Having people gather together just to celebrate your success was a beautiful feeling.Everyone who mattered was here tonight. Unlike my graduation day, when I had felt so alone, this moment was completely different.My dad, my friends, and everyone I considered family were all here.My dad was the first to speak. He rose from his seat and walked toward me on the stage."My beautiful daughter, words could never explain how proud I am of you. Seeing you achieve this today fills my heart with so much joy," he said, his eyes filled with tears of happiness."I am so sure your mum is proud of you too, wherever she is. She would be smiling if she could see the amazing woman you have become," he continued.I smiled as I wiped away my tear

(Belicia's POV)I reached into my pocket and grabbed the knife I had hidden there.My eyes burned red with fury as I immediately charged toward her.The plan was simple... I would stab her as hard and as many times as I could in the chest.It would be my sweet revenge against Delvin for destroying everything I had hoped for.If she died, Delvin would finally understand the pain I was feeling.If I couldn't be with the love of my life, then he didn't deserve to be happy with her either."Die, you bitch!" I shouted angrily as I lunged toward her.Everyone gasped.The room instantly erupted into chaos as people started running away.Aliana froze, her eyes widening in shock. She was too shocked to even move or run away.I raised my hand, ready to stab her. But before the knife could reach her chest, someone grabbed my hand tightly.His grip was strong, stopping me completely."How dare you?" Delvin muttered as he forcefully shoved my hand away, causing the knife to fall to the ground.The

(Belicia's POV)"Let's go," he said calmly.I held his hand firmly as we walked toward his car.Then I gasped when I saw a bouquet of tulips and a sizeable gift box on the back seat."What's... what's this?" I asked as I picked them up."Are they for me?" I quickly added, bringing the tulips closer to my face and breathing in their scent.They weren't my favourite flowers, but I didn't mind. It was already enough that he had prepared a special gift for me.But Delvin smiled and shook his head."They're for Aliana," he said. "Her graduation gifts."The smile on my face disappeared immediately. My face twisted with disgust.He bought gifts for her?But he didn't get anything for me for my project launch? He was even willing to miss my event because of hers?He sighed, as though he had suddenly realised something, and turned to look at me."Don't be upset, Bel," he said quietly. "I've been so busy that I forgot to get you a gift today. But I'll make it up to you tomorrow."He held my han

(Belicia's POV)One month later.I stared at the pocket knife in my hand. My expression remained calm, but my eyes were cold.Quietly, I slipped it back into my pocket and looked at myself in the mirror again.I looked nothing like the woman I used to be.My face was swollen. Dark circles surrounded my eyes, which looked dull and red from all the pain I had tried to bury.My skin was pale, and my hair was a complete mess, making me look like a madwoman.I didn't care about any of that. I hadn't cared about my appearance for the past month.I couldn't believe it had already been one month.One month since they took Simon. One month since I had been hiding.But tonight...Tonight, it would all end.I picked up the face cap beside me and put it on, making sure it covered enough of my face so I wouldn't be recognised immediately."Let's settle what's left tonight," I muttered bitterly to myself.I looked at myself one last time before walking out of the restroom."I heard that famous doct

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(Patricia's POV)The warm smell of potato soup drifted from the kitchen, filling the air. It had become my favorite dish lately."Hmmm... so delicious," I said, inhaling deeply as I stepped into the kitchen.Raymond stood by the stove, wearing an apron, a spoon in his hand, stirring the pot like cooking was his full-time job.A sweet smile spread across my lips as I folded my arms and leaned against the wall, just watching him.It wasn’t the first time he had cooked for me. In fact, ever since he learned I was craving potato soup, he always made time to cook it. But every time I saw him in that apron, my craving grew even stronger. I couldn’t tell if I wanted the food… or him. He looked unbelievably hot."I didn’t know you were back already," I finally said, my voice soft, with a smile.Raymond turned immediately, surprised to see me. He hadn’t realized I’d been standing there for a while.His face lit up with a wide smile as he lowered the spoon.“You were asleep when I got home,” he

(Patricia's POV)Sabrina stood by the door, her eyes filled with something I couldn’t understand. She played with her fingers nervously, like someone unsure of what to say. Did she really follow me in here?She had called me by my middle name. Not Mrs. Addison. Not even Mrs. Salvador. Why had she addressed me so casually? We were not close. Or… could it be..?No... There was no way she was here because she already knew I was her daughter. Maybe this was about the recent challenge her family company was facing. Since Henry could no longer approach me, maybe she had come herself.I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, and turned back to face the mirror.“Hello, Mrs. Wilton,” I greeted, my tone calm and distant.“H-how… are you doing?” she asked, her voice trembling.My eyes narrowed slightly in surprise. Why was she being so informal today? I watched her through the mirror and noticed how nervous she looked.“I… I heard about Alonso,” she began, her voice unsteady, “and a

(Patricia’s POV)A month passed by in the blink of an eye, yet everything felt different. Life had not been the same since I discovered who my real parents were. I stayed away from the Smithfield Empire, not wanting anything to do with Mr. Smith, my supposed late father. I hadn’t gone to see Mrs. Sabrina Wilton either. There was no reason to. She had abandoned me back then, so why should I go looking for her now? Besides, she might not even know who I truly was... and even if she did, she might still not want me.Raymond had been my backbone through it all. His gunshot wound was healing well, and he had recovered greatly. He could walk properly now and had even returned to work, though he was careful not to stress his injury. He was the best man I could ever ask for. He understood my pain and was always there to support me. He told me he would stand by whatever decision I made... whether I chose to return to Smithfield or to speak with Sabrina.He also made sure Alonso received t

(Lucy’s POV)“Mason, please don’t go. We are still your family, and we love you,” my mum cried, clinging to his leg.“Yes, Mason,” my dad added, his voice shaking. “We were wrong, and we have learned our lessons. Please don’t go. Don’t leave us.”“Don’t come any closer to me!” Mason snapped, his voice sharp, his eyes red with anger. “You have completely ruined my life.”My mum broke down even harder at his words. My dad, however, turned to look at me with sad, pleading eyes, silently asking me to step in, to join them and beg Mason to stay.But I just stood there by the doorway, watching everything unfold. I couldn’t interfere. I was too broken myself to step in.Everything that had happened to my family in just one year was something I never imagined could happen. We had lost everything... our money, our power, and even our values.Our family name, once respected and admired, had been dragged through the mud. It became a joke in the city. No one wanted anything to do with us anymore.

(Patricia’s POV)Gold bars worth twice the value of the company were neatly arranged inside the safe. Some documents lay in one corner. Just one glance at them told me they were extremely important.There were other valuables too, but only one thing caught my attention… a photograph of Mr. Smith with Mrs. Wilton, Henry’s adoptive mother... the same woman whose picture I had once seen at the orphanage.Mr. Smith and that woman looked genuinely happy and oddly close in the picture, almost like they were a couple. My brows furrowed immediately.“Were they together?” I murmured in shock.I had heard that Mr. Wilton and Mr. Smith were friends in the past. But this woman was Mr. Wilton’s wife. Did she date Smith first, or were they having an affair?Why would Smith keep this picture locked inside his safe? Was he still in love with her? Since Mr. Smith never married, could it be that he loved another man’s wife?Was this the reason the two friends drifted apart and became enemies? That sing