Novels by N-Victory

I didn't know what I expected when he said we were going out, but a shopping mall definitely was not on my list. Liam didn't say much on the drive. Just played music low and kept glancing at me like he was trying to read my thoughts.He pulled up in the underground parking lot and stepped out first, rounding the car to open my door like he was my chauffeur or something. I didn't say thank you. I just stepped out and followed him inside, still trying to figure out what the hell he was up to.We walked into a boutique that screamed money. One of those places where the air smells like roses and judgment. The saleswoman came over immediately, smiling too widely."Hello guys," she said, almost purring. "You're welcome. What should I help you with?”Liam looked around. "I need dresses. Something classy. Something that fits her well."She turned to me, looking me up and down like I was a puzzle she was dying to solve. I stiffened, but I didn't say a word."Right this way, Ma’am," she said an

Bella’s POV.I crept down the stairs, one foot in front of the other, still feeling the tremor in my legs from last night's tears. My head was pounding more from my own thoughts than anything else. When I reached the bottom step, I froze.Liam stood by the tall window, phone pressed to his ear. The late morning sun painted his profile in gold, and for a split second, he looked less like a captor and more like some dark, dangerous dream. Damn, why was I thinking about him like that?He didn't notice me at first. He was deep in conversation, brow furrowed, lips moving in a low whisper. I watched the line of his jaw clench, the way his free hand curled into a loose fist at his side. He looked good, too good. My stomach did that weird flip-flop thing I hated.Then I took another step and the floor creaked. He stopped mid-sentence, his phone dropping to his side.He turned slowly, his eyes locking onto mine. That stare sucked all the air out of me. His gaze skimmed from the top of my head

Bella’s POV.I don't know how long I cried.Maybe hours. Maybe all night. I don't even know when I moved from the floor to the bed. All I knew was that the pain didn't stop. Not even for a second.She really said it. She told Liam she didn't care if I died. That I was just a fat, useless child. She said those mean things about her own child.I pressed my face deeper into the pillow, letting out a shaky breath. My eyes were already swollen. My chest felt like it was being crushed. And my mind... God, my mind was spiraling.I thought I was used to her insults. I thought nothing she said could break me anymore. But this... this cut through me in a way I couldn't describe. She gave birth to me. She was supposed to protect me, love me, and fight for me. Not stand there and tell a stranger that I was worthless.I bit my lower lip until I tasted blood. I couldn't stop crying.Maybe it was me. Maybe I was the problem. Maybe if I were skinny and perfect, she would've loved me. Maybe if I looke

Liam’s POV.I pulled up to the massive gate and rolled the window down.A security man stepped out of the small booth beside the entrance, one hand resting lazily on his holster. He eyed me like I was already a trouble. "Who are you? What do you want?""I'm here to see Mrs. Aurora," I said, keeping my voice calm.The man raised a brow. "You have an appointment?""Tell her I want to talk about her daughter," I said calmly.That made him pause. His expression shifted slightly. He picked up the walkie-talkie, spoke a few words, then nodded toward the gate. "Drive in."The iron gate creaked open, slow and heavy. I drove through and parked in front of the house. It was grand, polished, screaming money. But I wasn't impressed.Two other guards came up and signaled for me to follow them. I kept my hands in my pockets and walked in like I owned the place.The living room was quiet, too quiet. Aurora sat on a cream-colored couch with her legs crossed, sipping wine with one hand and flipping th

Liam’s POV.I stood by the dining table, staring at the damn roses like they could talk back and tell me if I was doing the right thing.Candles were lit, with soft glows everywhere. Two plates, clean silverware, and folded napkins. Everything was set. It was not too much though. I didn't want to overwhelm her. I just wanted her to feel... safe.I looked down at the flowers in my hand. Fuck. What the hell was I doing?I set the bouquet down beside her plate and stepped back. My jaw clenched as I shoved my hands into my pockets, pacing a little in front of the table like an idiot on a first date. I wasn't good at this. I never did this.Apologies weren't my thing. Sweet gestures? No. Not me. That wasn't the man people feared. But right now, I wasn't trying to be feared. I was trying to fix something I broke.She hasn't said a word to me since this afternoon. She didn't even look at me when we got home. She just stormed into her room and shut the door. And then she cried. I heard it. Th

Bella’s POV.My whole body was frozen in the car. I could still feel the cold metal of the gun pressing into my side. It hadn't even been a full minute, but my entire world had shifted.We drove the rest of the way in silence. Not a single word from me. Not a single word from him. I didn't even look at him. I just stared out the window like it could somehow open a door and take me far away from this nightmare.When we pulled up to the house, I didn't wait for the car to stop completely. I opened the door and stepped out, my legs shaky but determined. Liam didn't try to stop me. He just watched.I walked straight to my room.He called my name once, soft, like he wasn't sure he should. I didn't answer. I didn't even glance at him. I shut the door behind me and locked it. Then I collapsed.My knees hit the floor and I just stayed there, my back against the door, shaking, trying to breathe, trying to stop the tears from coming.But they came anyway.I cried like I hadn't cried in years. B

We sat in the SUV, parked a block away from Lucy's jewelry store. The engine was off. The street was quiet, empty except for the soft hum of streetlights and the occasional passing car.Benjamin sat beside me, calm as ever. One hand rested on the wheel. The other held his phone, checking the time every now and then. He hadn't said a word in a while. Neither had I.My hands were cold. I kept rubbing them together, but it didn't help. I wasn't nervous. I wasn't scared. I was just... full. Full of everything. Rage. Pain. Pressure. It felt like something inside me was sitting right at the edge, waiting for a reason to explode."She should be out any minute now," Benjamin finally said, his voice low.I nodded. I could see her car parked in front of the shop. The lights inside were still on. She was probably counting money or locking up a drawer. She always stayed late. The perfect little store owner. The perfect liar.My jaw clenched just thinking about her face. The way she cried in fron

As soon as we stepped outside the hall, I yanked my hand away from Benjamin's grip."Why did you drag me out like that?" | snapped, wiping the tears from my face. "They think I'm crazy now. Everyone in there thinks I've lost my mind!"Benjamin stayed calm. He always did. He didn't raise his voice or argue back. He just looked at me, eyes soft but steady."You already exposed them," he said gently. "You showed everything. You had the crowd. But if you stayed one second longer, they would've flipped the whole narrative and made you the criminal. That's how these people work, Elizabeth. You can't fight fire with blind rage. You have to plan your move. Carefully."I looked away, breathing hard. My chest ached. My heart felt like it had been ripped open."She looked so thin," I whispered. "My mom looked so scared. So hurt. And I couldn't do anything.""I know," he said, stepping closer to me. "And you will do something. But not like this."The tears came again before I could stop them. I c

My hands were shaking.The message kept replaying in my mind, a gun to my mother's head, haunted every second I tried to breathe.And Aurora. That wicked smirk she gave me across the room. She wasn't even trying to hide it.I couldn't stop myself. I walked down the steps slowly.I didn't feel my legs moving, I just knew I had to get to her. People were staring, whispering, confused. Some guests stood, others pulled out their phones, murmuring things I couldn't hear.My feet dragged along the floor until I reached her row.She looked up at me with that same calm, polished face. Her legs crossed. Like she hadn't just threatened my mother's life. I grabbed the neckline of her dress and pulled her up."Where is she?" I cried, voice cracking. "Where is my mother?! Why do you have my mother? What's your connection with her?”Gasps rippled through the crowd. A woman dropped her champagne glass behind me. I didn't look back. I couldn't.Aurora yanked my hand free from her dress and shoved me

The lights in the hall dimmed slowly.Every face turned to me. Some are curious. Some are uneasy. Many are confused.I stepped to the side of the stage, where a technician stood behind a small desk. He nodded once, understanding the silent cue. He pressed a button, and the massive screen behind me lit up. A hum buzzed through the hall.The first image filled the screen.I was sitting at the edge of a pool. My face was tired, my eyes distant. The crowd gasped.Another image. A man in black approaches. The next one, his hand raised. A knife. Then... the stab.A collective sound of horror filled the room.Lucy's mouth fell open. Her hands gripped the edge of her seat. Her eyes darted around the hall, like she wanted to disappear.Daniel leaned forward, his face pale. His jaw clenched. My parents stiffened in their seats like they'd turned to stone.I turned back to the crowd. The mic in my hand felt heavier now, but my voice was steady."This was me," I said, slowly. "On my wedding day.

I sat in silence, staring into the mirror.The room was quiet except for the soft brushing sound of the makeup artist's brush as she touched the corner of my lips. My hands rested on my lap, fingers tangled together. I could hear my heartbeat.It felt like déjà vu.But this time, I wasn't scared.I had done this before, sat in a white gown, smiling, pretending everything was fine. I had once believed in fairy tales, believed love would save me. And then, I was left bleeding by a pool, discarded like I was nothing.Now, I'm back. And today... I'm going to do it right.I'm going to show every single person that I'm not the girl they tried to bury. I'm going to expose them. I'm going to burn the lies they built over my name."Everything's set," the stylist said softly, pulling away and stepping back to admire her work. "You look... breathtaking."I nodded faintly, eyes still locked on my reflection. "Thanks."The door opened gently, and a woman stepped in, dressed in all black and with a

Today felt different.I stood on the small platform in the middle of the bridal studio, the ivory gown hugging my waist like it had been stitched with my name in mind. The mirror in front of me reflected someone I barely recognized. I looked sharp, in control.The dress flowed effortlessly to the floor, a soft shimmer beneath the light, delicate lace trailing over my arms. The bridal designer circled me slowly, adjusting the sleeves and smoothing out the fabric."It fits like it was made for you," she said, her tone clipped but impressed. "Timeless. Sharp. A dress for a woman who doesn't beg, but commands."I nodded, barely speaking. I couldn't take my eyes off the mirror. Not because of the dress, but because I had seen myself like this before. In a wedding dress. But I look different, I feel different. I don't feel any burden in my chest. I don't feel scared like I’m making a wrong decision like I did before.Then the door opened behind me.I didn't have to turn to know who it was.