Novels by Happy girl

Thank you for choosing to walk this long, winding, and emotionally charged journey with Saphira Vale and Caelum Drayke. Writing Vows of Convenience: Hearts in Collision has been one of the most intense, immersive, and deeply fulfilling experiences of my writing career, and I am profoundly grateful that you stayed with me from the first spark of conflict to the final dawn of hope.This story began as a simple idea.a contract marriage between two people who could barely stand each other but it quickly grew into something far deeper. Along the way, it became a tale of power and vulnerability, of control and surrender, of two wounded souls forced into proximity until they had no choice but to confront who they truly were. There were moments that surprised me as the author, moments where the characters took the lead, demanding honesty, growth, and emotional truth.I have always been drawn to fierce heroines who refuse to shrink themselves to fit into anyone else’s expectations, and Saphira

(Saphira’s POV)The city skyline glimmered under the soft embrace of dawn. From our penthouse balcony, it looked peaceful, innocent even, a stark contrast to the chaos we had just survived. Caelum stood beside me, his presence steady and comforting, a silent promise that no storm could ever shake us again.I sipped my coffee, letting the warmth spread through my chest. The labyrinth, the hybrid creature, the mastermind they were all behind us now. The world outside still had dangers, deals, and shadows, but for the first time, we were facing it together not as enemies, not as reluctant partners, but as allies bound by trust, respect, and love.Caelum’s hand found mine, fingers entwining naturally. “You’ve changed everything,” he said, his voice low, almost reverent. “For me… for us.”I smiled, leaning into him. “And you’ve taught me that strength isn’t just about fighting it’s about trusting, even when the stakes are impossibly high.”The phone on the counter buzzed, a reminder of the

(Saphira’s POV)The first rays of sunlight pierced through the shattered ceiling of the labyrinth’s core like a promise finally kept.Gold spilled across broken steel, cracked stone, and the remnants of a nightmare that had nearly consumed us whole. Dust drifted lazily through the air, catching the light, transforming destruction into something almost beautiful. The silence that followed was heavy.thick with exhaustion, disbelief, and the fragile realization that we were still standing.That we had won.Caelum’s hand was wrapped around mine, warm and solid, anchoring me to the present. His grip wasn’t possessive or demanding it was steady, reassuring, real. After everything we’d endured, that simple human connection felt like the greatest miracle of all.I drew in a slow breath. The air tasted like sharp metal, scorched circuitry, and lingering energy but beneath it was something else. Freedom.The hybrid creature lay motionless at the center of the chamber, its terrifying power final

(Saphira’s POV)The core’s energy radiated around us like a living storm, pulsing through the chamber with a force that threatened to rip everything apart. Sparks flew from exposed conduits, the metal floor groaning beneath our feet. My muscles ached from the labyrinth’s relentless trials, but adrenaline pushed me forward. I couldn’t stop not now.Caelum tightened his grip on my hand. “We face it together. No hesitation.”I nodded, swallowing back the fear coiling in my chest. The hybrid creature, fully recovered, charged toward us, its red sensors glowing brighter than ever. Its claws sliced the air, sparks flying as metal struck metal.I swung my pipe, hitting its legs, but it barely flinched. Caelum leapt, striking at its torso, sending it staggering back. The room shook violently, the core pulsing faster, almost reacting to our every move.Then the mastermind stepped forward, calm and composed amidst the chaos. “Impressive. But this is where it ends. Make one wrong move, and every

(Saphira’s POV)The darkness below swallowed us whole, yet the glowing core ahead was like a beacon, pulsing with energy that seemed alive. Every fiber of my being screamed to turn back, but I couldn’t. Caelum’s hand around mine anchored me in the moment steady, relentless, determined.“We’re close,” he muttered, voice strained but unwavering. “Keep moving.”I stumbled over jagged debris, the floor shaking beneath us with each pulse of the labyrinth. Sparks shot from broken panels, sizzling against the metal walls. The hybrid creature shrieked somewhere behind us, its red sensors tracking our every movement, relentless as ever.The labyrinth wasn’t just a maze anymore. It was a gauntlet designed to test not only our strength but our courage, our intelligence, our will to survive. And we were running out of time.I spotted the core ahead.a glowing chamber, its light radiating a strange heat that prickled my skin. It wasn’t just machinery; it felt alive, throbbing with a life of its own

(Saphira’s POV)The floor gave way beneath us, and we plummeted into the darkness. My stomach lurched, and adrenaline screamed through my veins, turning fear into sharp, burning clarity. Caelum’s hand clutched mine, fingers digging in like anchors, keeping me tethered to something real amidst the chaos.“Hold on, Saphira!” he shouted, his voice cutting through the roaring sound of our descent.The labyrinth was alive, reacting to every motion, every instinct. Jagged metal protrusions shifted and spun, sparks flying as the edges scraped against the walls. I could hear the hybrid creature above, its screech echoing through the pit, sensors scanning, calculating, plotting its next strike.I swung my head around, looking at Caelum. His face was set, fierce determination etched into every line. “We survive together. Remember that,” he said, and I nodded despite the fear clawing at my chest.We hit the first level of the pit hard, rolling to absorb impact. Pain shot through my side, but I i

I used to believe fate was a cruel, unchangeable thing.That no matter how hard you fought, it would always circle back and claim its due.I know better now.The morning light spills across the floor-to-ceiling windows of our penthouse, soft and golden, painting the city in a glow that feels almost unreal. Ten years ago, this same city watched me fall silently, mercilessly while smiling faces turned their backs and whispered my name like a joke.Now, it bows.Not to me alone but to us.Alexander stands by the window, suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up in a way that still makes my heart stumble even after all this time. The man the world once feared the cold, ruthless billionaire now argues gently with our daughter about whether she can wear sneakers to a formal charity brunch.“You’re spoiling her,” I say, leaning against the doorframe.He turns, eyes softening the moment they find me. They always do. “I’m correcting the universe,” he replies calmly. “It spoiled me with you. Thi

(Elena Dawson’s POV)The city glowed beneath us, a constellation of lights stretching endlessly beyond the glass walls of the penthouse. Once upon a time, this view had terrified me. It had represented power I didn’t understand, a world that swallowed naïve women whole and left nothing but headlines and regret.Now, I stood in the heart of it steady, unafraid, and finally at peace.Alexander’s hand was warm in mine, solid and grounding. He stood beside me, not in front of me, not behind me, but with me. Equal. Partner. Husband.The word still felt surreal.“You’re quiet,” he said softly, his thumb brushing slow circles against my knuckles.“I was just thinking,” I replied, smiling as I turned to face him. “About how everything ended up here.”His gaze searched my face the way it always did like he was still afraid I might disappear if he looked away too long. “In a good way?”“In every way.”Because it was true.Richard Hale was gone. Not just defeated, but erased from the world that

Elena’s POVThe silence after the chaos felt unreal.Not peaceful.never that but stretched thin, like glass about to shatter if someone breathed too loudly.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Knight coastal estate, watching the ocean churn beneath a bruised sky. The storm had passed hours ago, but the waves still hadn’t calmed. They slammed against the cliffs with stubborn fury, as if the sea itself refused to let go of its anger.I understood that feeling too well.Behind me, the door opened quietly.I didn’t turn. I didn’t have to.Alexander’s presence had always been unmistakable steady, controlled, grounding. Even now, after everything, he carried himself like a man holding the weight of an entire world on his shoulders without letting it crush him.“You should be resting,” he said softly.I let out a breath. “I tried.”But every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again the files, the names, the confirmation we’d both dreaded and expected.Project Rebirth wasn’t finished.

Elena had learned, across two lifetimes, that silence could be louder than screams.The boardroom of Knight Global was unusually quiet. Floor-to-ceiling glass reflected the city’s skyline, steel and sunlight stretching endlessly beyond them. Once, this room had been a battlefield hostile takeovers, bloodless wars fought with contracts and signatures.Today, it felt like a courtroom.Every board member sat rigidly in their seats. Some looked wary. Others looked curious. A few those who had once sided with Richard Hale.looked nervous.Elena stood beside Alexander at the head of the table, her posture straight, her fingers lightly intertwined with his. The warmth of his hand grounded her, a reminder that she wasn’t standing alone.Not in this life.Not anymore.Alexander’s presence was commanding as ever tailored suit, calm expression, eyes sharp enough to cut through deception. But Elena knew him better now. She could feel the tension beneath his composure, the weight of everything that

Elena’s POVThe city looked deceptively peaceful from this height.Glass towers gleamed under the late-afternoon sun, traffic flowed like veins of light below, and from Alexander’s penthouse balcony, it almost felt like the world had finally learned how to behave.Almost.I wrapped my arms around myself, the cool breeze brushing against my bare skin, but the chill had nothing to do with the weather. Ever since the board meeting that morning, a quiet pressure had been building in my chest an instinct I had learned to trust, especially after living two lives.Something was wrong.“You’re thinking too loudly again.”Alexander’s voice came from behind me, low and intimate, the kind of sound that always found its way beneath my skin. A moment later, his arms circled my waist, solid and warm, anchoring me to him.“I didn’t know you could hear thoughts now,” I murmured, leaning back against his chest.“I can when they’re about to get you into trouble.”I smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach m

Elena’s POVThere are moments when silence is louder than any explosion.The city below the penthouse is glowing too bright, too alive for how still everything feels inside me. I stand by the window with my arms wrapped around myself, watching the lights blur as my thoughts spiral back to the past few hours.Richard Hale is gone.Not arrested yet. Not officially sentenced. But finished.His final attempt to destroy us his secret offshore accounts, the shadow investors, the manipulated documents has been exposed. The press is circling like vultures. His allies have already started denying they ever knew him. The man who once believed he owned my future is now fighting to salvage what little dignity he has left.I should feel triumphant.Instead, my chest aches with something heavier.Alexander steps into the room quietly, as if he knows I’m fragile despite everything I’ve survived. He doesn’t speak at first. He never forces words when I’m still finding mine.“You’re shaking,” he says s