Novels by N-Victory

I sat there for what felt like forever, my body pressed against the edge of the bed, my fingers twisting the bedsheet like it was the only thing holding me together. My chest was heavy, my breathing uneven, and the silence in the room wrapped around me like a chain I couldn’t break free from. My legs felt frozen. I wanted to stand, but my body refused to move. Fear kept me glued in place.Then, I heard the faint sound of the door handle twist. My heart jumped into my throat. I had locked it from the inside, but the sound still made me tremble. My breath caught as I stared at the door, waiting and listening.Then I heard his voice.“Elizabeth,” Benjamin’s tone was calm, soft, almost too calm compared to the storm in my chest.I stood slowly, my legs were shaking, and I walked toward the door. My hand hesitated on the lock, my fingers trembling so badly that I almost couldn’t turn it. Before opening, I pressed my ear to the wood, listening for voices, for footsteps, anything that would

Benjamin told the security man to let the police in. His voice was steady, firm, but I could see the tightness around his jaw. The guard gave a slight bow and went back outside.As the door closed, Benjamin turned to me. His eyes caught mine, and even though he tried to give me a small smile, I saw the seriousness in his gaze.“It’s okay,” he said softly, his tone calm but layered with warning. “Just… calm down, don’t be scared. We don’t want the police to suspect anything.”I swallowed hard. My hands twisted together in my lap, clammy and restless. The room suddenly felt smaller, like the walls were creeping in around me.“I’m scared,” I admitted, my voice breaking, but I forced myself to take a breath. “But… I’ll be calm.”Benjamin reached over and rested his hand on mine for a moment, his thumb brushing gently across my skin, grounding me. “It might not be anything,” he whispered. “Let’s just see why they’re here.”Before I could respond, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed from th

We left the hotel that night without saying much. Benjamin carried the bags while I held Daisy’s hand, her head leaning against my side as she drifted in and out of sleep. When we got to his mansion, everything felt too new and awkward. The wide hallways, the tall ceilings, and even the ticking of the clock on the wall sounded too loud.Benjamin carried Daisy upstairs. I followed slowly, my chest heavy with dread. He carried her into his room, pulling the blanket up to her chin. She turned over, mumbling something in her sleep, and he brushed a hand over her hair. I stood at the doorway, watching, my throat tight. Why can't we just have peace together?We left her door halfway open and went back downstairs. I sank into one of the couches, curling my hands together in my lap, while Benjamin sat across from me. He leaned back, legs spread slightly, his arm resting against the chair, but I could see the way his jaw was tight. He was trying to look calm, but the worry was there in his eye

“What are we going to do?” I asked, my hands trembling so badly I had to clench them together on my lap.Benjamin didn’t answer me right away. He picked up his phone, his jaw tight, and dialed a number. “Marcus,” he said, his voice low and deep, the kind of tone that sent a shiver down my spine.I watched his hand tighten around the phone as he continued, “We have a problem. An anonymous messenger sent something to the news about Lucy’s disappearance. Look into it.” His tone was clipped, sharp, leaving no room for questions.Then silence. A pause. And without another word, he ended the call.I shifted my gaze to Daisy, who was sitting cross-legged on the couch, her little iPad glowing in her hands. She hummed quietly, her eyes lost in the colorful game she was playing, completely unaware of the storm circling us.I turned back to Benjamin, my throat tightening. “I’m scared,” I whispered, my voice breaking despite how hard I tried to hold it together.Before he could reply, a soft knoc

Daisy’s soft breathing was the only sound inside the car as we pulled up in front of the cemetery gates. She had fallen asleep halfway through the drive, her head resting against my arm, her little curls tickling my skin. For a moment, I just sat there, listening to her quiet breaths, feeling the tiny weight of her body against mine. My chest felt heavy, because I knew where we were going and why.Benjamin parked and turned off the engine. He glanced at me and gave a small nod, as if to say, We’re here. You’re not alone.I carefully slid out of the car, adjusting Daisy in my arms. Her head lolled against my shoulder, her mouth slightly open in the way that always made me want to kiss her forehead. She had no idea where we were or what this visit meant for me. Maybe it was better that way.Benjamin opened the trunk and took out the bouquet of flowers we had picked up on the way. They were white lilies, my mother’s favorite. Just seeing them made my throat tighten. He shut the trunk sof

The morning came earlier than I expected. I woke before the alarm, the room still dim with soft light slipping through the curtains. Daisy was curled against me, breathing softly, her little arm flung over my waist. I brushed her hair back from her face, kissed her forehead, and whispered for her to wake.She stirred slowly, her eyes fluttering open. “Good morning, Mommy.”“Good morning, love,” I said, smoothing her hair again.We went through the small morning routines, like brushing teeth, getting dressed, and fixing her hair. I ordered breakfast from the hotel kitchen, and while we waited, I took a bath. The water calmed me and helped me breathe easier.By the time I stepped out wrapped in a towel, the food had arrived. Daisy sat on the bed, her little legs swinging, and I joined her. We ate together, quietly, our spoons clinking against the plates. She told me about a dream she had, something about flying over candy houses, and I laughed softly.When we finished, I bent to tie Dai

Liam’s povThe hall was alive with gold light and music. Crystal chandeliers hung high above, their glow spilling over tables dressed in white and silver. Glasses clinked, laughter echoed, and the hum of power filled the air. Every face in this room belonged to someone important, a cartel leader, a mafia boss, an heir to a dynasty. And every pair of eyes eventually turned toward us.Toward her.My wife.I couldn’t stop staring at Bella. Even in the middle of this noise, the chaos of wealth and power gathered under one roof, she was the only thing clear to me. The lace of her gown still held the light as if it had been made only for her. Her cheeks were soft pink, her lips curved in a nervous smile as she shook hands with people who had built empires from blood and gold.They looked at her with curiosity, some with respect, others with the kind of interest I didn’t like. But Bella didn’t shrink. She stood beside me, fingers brushing mine, a quiet strength in her posture. She wasn’t bor

The church was grand, far grander than anything I ever imagined standing in. The chandeliers above glowed so brightly they seemed to swallow every shadow, making the marble floors shine. Rows of guests filled the long pews, their whispers echoing softly, mixing with the organ music that drifted through the air. I had been staring at the doors ahead of me for minutes, my heart pounding in my chest, trying to take steady breaths but failing miserably.I clutched my bouquet tighter. My hands were trembling. I told myself it was only nerves, that I wasn’t afraid. But maybe I was afraid of what this moment meant, afraid of standing in front of so many people who came from worlds I still didn’t fully understand. Mafia leaders, powerful families, people who looked at me not as Bella the woman but as the wife of Liam Knight.Yet, when the doors opened and I saw him waiting at the altar, all my fears melted away.Liam stood tall, his black tuxedo sharp against the soft white flowers decorating

Bella’s POV.The first thing I felt when I opened my eyes was my heart pounding in my chest. It was still dark outside, and the house was quiet, but I couldn’t sleep anymore. Today was the day. The day I would finally marry Liam.I lay there for a few minutes, staring up at the ceiling, my fingers tangled in the bedsheet. My chest rose and fell with quick breaths, and I tried to calm myself down. I had dreamed about this moment so many times, and now that it was here, it didn’t feel real.When the first light of dawn spilled into the room, I sat up. My hands were trembling as I brushed my hair back, and a nervous laugh escaped me. “I’m really getting married today,” I whispered to myself.A knock came at the door, and one of the women Liam had hired to help me get ready poked her head inside. “Good morning, Bella,” she said softly. “It’s time.”I nodded quickly, even though my stomach was twisting in knots.The next few hours passed in a blur. I was moved to a big room in the mansion

The week before the wedding should have been the happiest of my life. Every time I saw Bella flipping through dress designs or sitting with the planners, her face glowing with nervous excitement, my chest tightened with something I had never felt before, peace. For once, I thought I had finally outrun the weight of my name, my family, and the blood that had followed me all these years.But peace never lasted long in my world.It started with whispers. A phone call from one of my men at the port. A small message slipped into my hand during a meeting. A stranger’s face lingered too long at the gates of the mansion. Little things, but little things were what kept me alive this long. I didn’t ignore them.One night, I sat in my office, the study door closed. Papers from the wedding planner lay across my desk, seating charts, vendor lists, and security details for the guests. My eyes weren’t on them. They were on the note in my hand.“Whispers in the East Side. Talk of blood at the wedding

Liam’s POV.The long mahogany table stretched in front of me, polished until the overhead lights gleamed off its surface. Around it sat men I had grown up hearing about, names that carried weight, names whispered in corners of the underworld. Some of them I trusted. But I didn’t trust most of them. Tonight, all of them had come because of one thing: my wedding.I leaned back in my chair, fingers loosely tapping the armrest. My men were stationed along the walls, alert as ever, their eyes scanning for even the smallest shift in body language. The air carried the sharp bite of cigars and the faint scent of expensive whiskey.One by one, the heads of families began to speak.“Congratulations, Liam,” Don Varelli said first, lifting his glass. His smile was thin, practiced. “Marriage is a big step. I suppose the girl is… worthy?”My jaw tightened at the way he said it, like Bella was being measured as if she were property. I met his eyes without blinking. “She is more than worthy. She’s mi

The word wedding had always sounded so far away for me, like a dream that belonged to other women. Women who had easy lives, women who had families that stood proudly behind them, women who didn’t carry scars on their hearts.But now it was mine.The morning after Liam proposed, I woke up in his arms and for a few minutes I just laid there, staring at the ring on my finger. It sparkled softly against the sunlight that came through the curtains. It was beautiful, simple, not too big, but still elegant. More than the ring itself, it was the meaning behind it that made my chest tighten. He had chosen me. After everything, he wanted me to be his wife.I rolled onto my back and sighed, pressing my palm to my forehead. My stomach fluttered with nerves. I wasn’t even in a white dress yet, and already I felt like a mess.Liam stirred beside me. His arm slid across my stomach, and his voice was still heavy with sleep when he murmured, “You’re overthinking already.”I turned my head toward him.