Novels by Riyahsecret

The second our lips parted, I barely had time to catch my breath before Shane’s hands were everywhere, claiming, exploring, devouring.He lifted me effortlessly, pressing me against the edge of the kitchen counter. My legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, heels digging into his back, hips grinding against him as he crushed me to him with possessive force.“Lovia…” he groaned, his voice thick, rough, needy. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you since you walked in that door.”I tilted my head back, letting my lips brush his neck, biting gently, tasting and marking before replying with a whisper, “Then don’t wait any longer, Shane.”That did it.His fingers hooked under my blouse, lifting it over my head in one swift motion. The fabric fell to the floor, leaving me bare to him. I shivered, the cool air kissing my heated skin, but he didn’t hesitate. His hands trailed over my bare torso, nails raking lightly across my ribs, sending sparks of pleasure crawling down my spine.

By the time I reached home, the sky was already melting into indigo, streaked with faint crimson like blood brushed across velvet. My heels clicked softly against the marble floor of the apartment as I unlocked the door and slipped inside.The lights were on, which was strange because I always left them off. “Where the hell have you been?”The voice came low, edged with restrained fury, from the living room.I froze in the doorway. It was Shane, seated casually on the couch, one arm sprawled across the backrest, but his eyes burned with sharp, cutting intensity.He’d been waiting, and not just for a while. By the look of him—hair tousled like he’d raked his fingers through it too many times, jaw shadowed with stubble, shirt unbuttoned at the collar—he’d been pacing, restless, until finally giving in to wait for me like a predator ready to pounce.I forced a calm smile, slipping off Evelyn Pierce’s heavy coat and wig, setting them neatly on the stand by the door. “You’re home early.”

The morning after the YBA meeting, I woke with the taste of ash and fire still on my tongue.Not literal ash—though my lungs felt burned from holding back laughter last night when Alejandro so confidently declared my destruction.But the kind of ash that comes from standing too close to flames and surviving. It clung to me, settled in the fine cracks of my skin, and reminded me that I wasn’t done yet.My apartment was still dim, curtains pulled tight against the blinding sun. A single candle flickered on my nightstand, stubbornly fighting the daylight. I stared at it as I lay in bed, wondering how long I could keep pretending to be two women at once—Lovia Diaz, the enemy they plotted to kill, and Evelyn Pierce, the frail woman who could walk in their chambers unnoticed.It wasn’t guilt that kept me awake, no. It was calculation. Alejandro thought he had all the answers, thought he knew my patterns, my weaknesses, even my arrogance. But he forgot the simplest truth: I had already rein

The location of the YBA secret meeting place came at midnight. And so the very next morning, I didn't even wait for Shane to wake up. I decided to do everything myself.Finally, karma has began working on my behalf. What will be greater than sitting in the mist of your enemies and listening to them plot against you.I put on my heavy makeup that makes me look older in age, put on some old women outfits and set off to the YBA meeting.The underground chamber smelled faintly of damp concrete and expensive leather when I reached there.Shadows clung to the corners, shifting as the council members moved, their polished shoes echoing against the stone floor. I remained pressed against the wall, the folds of Evelyn Pierce’s gray blazer masking the younger, sharper curves of Lovia beneath. No one dared glance in my direction, yet every word that slipped from their lips felt like a blade slicing through the veil of deception I had created.Alejandro sat at the head of the semicircle, his po

The moment the sleek black door of Shane’s penthouse closed behind me, I exhaled, letting the tension from Marco’s office seep out of me like smoke. My heels clicked against the marble floor as I strode to the living room, the photos and videos still burning in my mind.Shane appeared almost immediately, emerging from the kitchen with a coffee mug in one hand, eyes sharp, sensing my storm before I even spoke.“Well?” His voice was calm, controlled, but I could feel the undercurrent of anticipation.I tossed my blazer onto the back of the couch, letting my tailored shirt fall loosely over my hips. “Oh, Shane…” I said, letting the words linger like velvet. “You should’ve seen him. Marco, all his perfect control, undone in front of me.”Shane’s eyes narrowed, following my every move as I stepped closer, letting the faint smirk play across my lips. “Undone?” he asked, his tone low and dangerous.I pulled out my phone, showing him the photos. “And this…” I tapped the screen, the images

Lovia’s POVThe sleek black car purred to a stop outside Marco’s glass tower, its mirrored surface catching the last of the morning sun. I smoothed down Shane’s shirt under my tailored blazer, lips still swollen from his kisses, thighs aching from his brutal reminder of what belonged to him.Shane had stayed behind. He wanted me to face Marco alone, to test the waters and to see what cards he thought he held. I walked into the building with the kind of confidence that wasn’t borrowed — it was bred.The receptionist, polished and plastic, gave me the kind of smile that was all teeth and no warmth. “Mr. DeLuca is waiting for you, Miss Pierce. Top floor.” she said.I nodded, heels clicking against the marble as I stepped into the elevator. My reflection stared back at me in the mirrored walls: perfect hair, perfect lipstick and a perfect mask underneath. Though, my mind was sharp and restless.When the elevator chimed, the hall was quiet. Too quiet for my liking, it was as if nobody wor

Kiana's Pov:The shouting downstairs grew louder—men barking orders and the sound of boots slamming against the marble floor. My pulse hammered in my ears as I listen carefully to the voices.Then without wasting much time I texted Mordred with my room location. I heard my step sister's cries from downstairs and my step mom's yelling voice.What's going on downstairs? Has Mordred been caught too? Oh no, this won't help, I tried calling his phone but it didn't go through.The air inside the dim room felt colder and heavier, like the walls themselves knew something violent was coming.Then before I could explode in countless thought another gunshot tore through the silence.And for a brief moment, everywhere was quiet, the kind that made my stomach twist. I don't even know what is going on again and who got shot If my step father finds out I'm the one behind all this nonsense, I'll receive the punishment of my life.I need to do something before it's too late. And so I picked my phone

kianna's Pov:I arrived at Maddox's family Villa after 3 minutes ride from school. I had already told Lysander I wouldn't be able to make it to the dinner. His villa looked just as I remembered, huge with security guards and a whole lot of maids and nannies. As the only son of the Mayor, Maddox was always treated like royalty and that was the reason why my step parents pushed me towards him.They wanted us to be a couple, so my Dad could get business alliances from Maddox's family. But instead, we became master and his prisoner. Now that I'm a bit free, he's looking for a way to lock me up again.One of the maids welcomed me at the entrance and took me to the living room. Maddox was seated beside my step parents, drinking and laughing with them when I walked in.“Oh look who's here, Kianna my dear come sit with us.” My step dad said, smiling fakely at me. The kind of smile he gives me when I was in trouble.I nodded politely and sat beside my step sister instead. The maid poured me

Kianna's Pov:The next morning, the whispers started before I even stepped through the school gates.Everyone had already seen the posts and already had their opinions.By the time I reached the hallway, the air was thick with murmurs — fragments of my name, Maddox’s, and Mordred’s tangled together like a broken record of gossip.I walked faster, clutching my books tighter to my chest, trying to breathe past the stares that clung to me.Then I heard a familiar voice which made me stop in my tracks. “Still pretending you don’t feel it, Kianna?”It was Maddox, he was leaning lazily against the locker right next to mine, arms crossed, that trademark smirk curving his lips — the one that used to make my wolf’s pulse stutter before I learned to hate it.My steps faltered, and I turned slowly to face him. His blue-grey eyes gleamed, dangerous and familiar, like the calm before a storm.“What do you want?” I muttered, my tone flat, though my heart drummed unevenly in my chest.He tilted his

Kiana's Pov; The next morning, I woke up to various notifications on my phone.The pictures had already begun spreading again like wildfire.This time around it began from an anonymous forum.It was pictures of Mordred hitting Maddox and his boys Infront of me.Captioned, “ When your boyfriend gets to know he's not the only one in your life.” And the comments were brutal, some were cursing me out. Others called me Shameless, whilst some also called me a pathetic whore. Pathetic whore? Even if they were right, nobody has the right to judge me.Because none of them were there when I was suffering, when I wanted to end it all and when I was at my last moments.I tried to reply to some of the comments, but it was of no use. The more I reply, the more the insults keep coming. Before I could lose my mind, I received a message from Lysander. Calm and polite as usual asking to meet me.This time around at the school campus. I didn't want to go at first, not because of him but because I fear

It was Mordred Sinclair.He stood right in front of me, tall and calm, his expression unreadable beneath the dim corridor light. My heart skipped, thudding hard against my ribs as our eyes met. Why is he here? And what the hell does he want from me?“M-Mordred,” I stammered, trying hard to sound welcoming.“What are you doing here?”He tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into that lazy half-smile that made every nerve in my body tremble.“Relax,” he said quietly. “I came to thank you.”“Thank me?” I echoed, almost sounding confused. “For last night,” he continued. “You took care of me when I was drunk. I don’t remember much, but… I remember you.”He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small paper bag. I hesitated before taking it. Inside was a sleek bracelet—black leather with a silver charm shaped like a crescent moon.“It suits you,” he said, eyes flicking to my wrist where Lysander’s bracelet already sat. “Guess you’re collecting bracelets lately.” he joked.I swallowed

Kianna's Pov;A blush of sunlight spilled through the open hostel window, flooding the room with golden light and making me squint as I stirred awake.Last night was so tiring… I can't even recall properly how I got home. But anyways, since I'm safe and sound nothing more matters.I've convinced myself not to think too much of what I saw on Mordred's phone and the messages, but I still couldn't let go. My mind was floating with a lot of questions.As usual my roommate Lesley has gone out with her man, leaving me with just a goodbye written text on my drawer. I groaned and stretched lazily before finally getting out of bed. I couldn't enjoy the prom night thanks to Mordred Sinclair and I couldn't even say bye to Lysander. Wait, speaking of Lysander… gosh Kianna, I can't even believe I left him all alone at the prom after everything he's done for me. He might be thinking I'm such an ungrateful soul by now. I need to call him, but damn my phone is dead. I forgot to charge last night be