Novels by Terasomdi

(Delvin's POV)"Hello, brother," a familiar voice said from behind me.I paused for a moment, my hand tightening around Aliana's.I didn't need to turn around to know exactly who that voice belonged to.Simon.My stomach twisted instantly.He was here too? When did he return to the city?I couldn't help but wonder what Grandpa wanted to discuss with me that he had to invite all his grandsons... including Simon, the same person he had forbidden from returning home after what he did to me, his younger half-brother."How long has it been, brother?" he asked with a smile as he walked toward us."Fifteen years? Eighteen?" he continued, looking like he was trying hard to remember. "Gosh, it's been so long I can't even remember anymore."He stopped in front of us, his eyes lingering on Aliana's face for a moment.Then he let out a light chuckle and extended his hand."Hello, beautiful damsel," he said with a charming smile.Aliana, completely unaware of the kind of person he was, returned hi

(Delvin's POV)"Are you sure about this, Delvin?" Aliana asked, her voice still filled with uncertainty.This had to be the hundredth time she had asked me that same question since I told her I wanted her to come with me to the family mansion.I was supposed to go there last night to meet with Grandpa, but I couldn't.Today, I had decided to go, but not without Aliana coming with me.I wasn't about to leave her behind. If I had to leave the house for anything, then she would come with me too.She had to be by my side.I had missed her so much that even staying away from her for a few seconds felt unbearable."What if..." she started again."Shhh," I whispered, gently placing a finger over her lips.She stopped, her breathing slowly becoming uneven.I gently cupped her cheeks, my thumbs brushing softly against her skin."Don't say it. Don't even think about it," I said quietly. "Because it's not going to happen. I won't let it happen."She looked up at me, and our eyes met.I knew exac

(Fabian's POV)She kissed me like she was trying to hold onto something she was afraid of losing.But suddenly, everything went still.She stopped responding. Her grip around me loosened, and her breathing slowly became steady.She had fallen asleep.I let out a deep sigh and carefully laid her back on the bed, adjusting her position so she was comfortable.But I was too exhausted to leave. My body felt heavy, and my mind was slowly fading.I only wanted to close my eyes for a few minutes... but before I knew it, I fell into a deep sleep.

(Fabian's POV)"I had no idea this was what you've been going through all this time," I said quietly, my voice softer than before.Vivian gave a small smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes."I've been trying to act like I'm okay." She paused, then lowered her gaze. "I'm sorry for bothering you with my problems.""No," I said immediately, shaking my head. "You didn't bother me. Not at all."I reached for her hand again and held it firmly. My thumb brushed gently over the back of her hand.Vivian swallowed hard, her eyes dropping to our intertwined hands. Just then I understood, and slowly withdrew my hand.She liked me.And physical contact like this could seem inappropriate.That kind of closeness could confuse her even more. It might feel like I was giving her hope or leading her on without meaning to.The space between us suddenly felt heavier. After a moment, she finally spoke."Thank you so much for listening to me," she said quietly. "I haven't had anyone I could talk to like this

(Fabian's POV)Vivian and I sat across from each other at my private bar.The room was quiet, with only the soft sound of the glasses and the faint music playing in the background.I picked up the bottle and poured a drink into her glass.Before I could even say anything, she picked it up and emptied it in one gulp.I blinked, surprised. That wasn't like Vivian, but I said nothing. Maybe she just needed it.I poured her another glass, and just like before, she drank it all at once.My brows slowly furrowed as I watched her."Hey... slow down," I said, my voice filled with worry. "If you keep drinking like this, you're going to end up getting drunk."Vivian let out a small chuckle, but there was no real happiness behind it."That's exactly the idea," she replied.I frowned.Something was obviously wrong. The Vivian sitting in front of me wasn't the same person I knew.She was trying to hide something, trying to pretend everything was fine, but I could see through it.Something was bot

(Fabian's POV)The sunlight hit my face first.I slowly opened my eyes, furrowing my brows as I tried to understand where I was.The room looked familiar… but it certainly wasn’t my bedroom.It looked more like the room Vivian had been staying in.My body tensed immediately as I tried to sit up, but something stopped me.There was weight on my arm, like someone was resting on it.I slowly turned my head.And froze.My eyes widened in shock.Vivian was sleeping peacefully, her head resting on my arm like it was the most natural thing in the world.My mind went blank for a moment. When… how did we end up like this?Panic slowly crept into my chest. We were too close. Way too close, the thought made my stomach tighten.I hoped and prayed it wasn't what I was thinking. For my own sanity, it couldn't be.I carefully lifted the blanket slightly, and a quiet sigh of relief escaped my lips.We were still fully dressed.Thank God.But the relief didn’t last long, and it did nothing to calm my

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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