Novels by Flain Cee

It had been two days, and within those days, Eavon had been busy arranging our contract marriage. I made it clear that I didn't want a ceremony—no church wedding, not even a civil one. Just a contract. "Don't worry, babe. I'll marry you for real someday," he whispered as he signed the papers. I ignored his words, waiting for him to finish. The judge in front of us looked unreadable. Once it was over, I stood up. "Now that we're married, mark my words," I said, raising an eyebrow before getting into the car. He tried to open the door for me but it was too late. Through the tinted window, I saw his jaw clench. He didn't look angry, but worried. He got into the car, his eyes fixed on me. "Wear this, babe," he said, his voice serious. He held out a huge ring with a diamond at its center, surrounded by smaller, sparkling diamonds. I stared, stunned. "No," I said, shaking my head. "Why?" His serious gaze snapped my attention back to him. I knew he was reacting to my coldness and t

"Where is he?" I asked the woman, whose name was Bea. Jomin, the driver, explained that Bea's family had been hired by the man's family to be a caretaker for the house. At first, she was the only one there, but over time, five of them ended up working together. I felt a pang of guilt for being rude to her earlier, especially when I learned she was the youngest and working to support her family. Bea approached me where I stood outside. "Sir just left," she said, sounding apologetic. "He just left." "Is he at work?" Jomin asked. Bea nodded, and I let out a heavy sigh. I had hoped to find him and talk, but it seemed he was taking back his offer. A wave of disappointment washed over me, and my body went limp. Suddenly, a phone rang. It was Bea's. She answered it, glancing at me with a strange smile. "Okay, sir," she said before hanging up. She gave me a playful look and nudged Jomin, who had been checking his watch impatiently. He looked at her in annoyance, but when he saw her ex

I couldn't believe what had just happened. My face felt hot, and I knew I had been staring at the man's bare chest, almost drooling. How embarrassing! I tried to hide my blush as I realized his eyes had caught mine, still fixed on his chest. I felt like a sinner just for looking. "Are you comfortable there, Shay?" I heard his voice, smooth and deep. I was about to ask how he knew my name when I saw him walk towards me from a hallway. I realized it was his walk-in closet. I sat still in his swivel chair, watching him approach. When we had stood face to face earlier, I'd had to tilt my head up just to see his whole face. Compared to Orion's softer features, this man's face was more manly and sharp. A slight mustache added to his strong look. His hair was styled in a mid-fade, and I noticed a piercing glinting in his ear. He wore only a white tank top and black shorts, yet he oozed power. He didn't look like someone just hanging out; he looked incredibly expensive. "Thank you for h

"Ow!" My hand flew to my head, a heavy throb blooming behind my eyes. My body felt stiff, each tiny movement sending a sharp prick across my skin. Slowly, I forced my eyelids open. My eyes snapped wide at the sight. "Where am I?" I was lying on a queen-size bed that seemed to swallow me in its softness. A plush pink comforter was pulled up to my chin. Above, a grand chandelier, made of glittering crystals with hints of pink, hung directly over the bed. Across the room, an oval-shaped mirror with a whimsical pink bow border reflected the light. The walls, mostly painted in soft pink and white, were adorned with many framed paintings. A small, glowing lamp sat on a nightstand beside me. A dark hallway stretched away, leading to what I guessed was another room, but I couldn't see past the shadows. I couldn't tell if it was morning or evening because the curtains were so thick and heavy, blocking out any light. The air conditioner hummed softly, keeping the room perfectly cool, not to

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains content that may be disturbing to some readers, including themes of death and emotional distress. Reader discretion is advised. "Do you have a reservation, ma'am?" the man asked as I gazed at the lavish restaurant. It was Friday night, so the place was packed. Most people were dressed to the nines, adorned with fancy clothes and jewelry. Earlier, a woman had given me a head-to-toe once-over, but I just arched an eyebrow, pretending to be unbothered. A golden chandelier hung overhead, and the air smelled like a diamond store. I tilted my head up, feigning nonchalance, not wanting them to think I didn't belong here. "Uhm, Perova?" I simply gave him my boyfriend's last name. He checked something on what looked like a tablet, then guided me to a table. That's when I saw him. My man, Orion, in his best black suit. I thanked the man who led me, and Orion's hand brushed my back as he leaned in for a kiss. I caught the scent of his minty body sp