Novels by Bloody Goddess

Derek’s POVThe city of Miami hadn't changed after three years. It was still too loud, too bright and far too full of memories I never asked to relive. I honestly didn't want to be here. Not again. Not after three years of staying away from everything it represented. My grip tightened on the steering wheel of my custom black Porsche, the hum of the engine doing nothing to silence the noise in my head. I should have taken the private driver, but I needed control right now. I needed to feel something I could hold between my fingers. My mind drifted to the reasons why I am here— meeting with the board of directors for tomorrow's acquisition meeting and dismantling my step-brother’s legacy, piece by piece. That bastard deserved worse. My jaw clenched at the thought of him, even the air felt heavier. I was able to bring down his father in just a few months of leaving Miami. But somehow, the bastard was able to rise after a few months through a woman. For three years, I watched fro

Ava's POV My breath hitched and my heart raced as William's words reached my ears. He was the last person I wanted to see right now because everything about him now irritated me. I turned around, facing him. He was calm, too calm, his expression blank and unreadable as he stood by the door. “Williams!” I called out, my voice weak and I hated it. “I gave you the chance to be my mistress, Ava. However, you chose the other option, leaving me no choice but to take everything from you.” A smug smile stretched on his lips. Rage blasted through me that my hands became shaky and my breathing became erratic. Everything this asshole was talking about and wanted to take from me had always been mine until I got married to him. Until I foolishly handed everything to him. I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to choose the option of being his mistress. But I would not give him the satisfaction of seeing me break. “Fine!” I said weakly, my voice trembling with unshed tears. I was too tired to

Ava's POV A suffocating pang shot through my chest and I exhaled sharply, hoping to relieve the tightness building up in my chest. However, the discomfort gnawed at me, dragging me deeper into its cold embrace. I attempted to get out of the hospital bed, but I barely managed to push myself up before the room door swung open, revealing Freya. A mixture of concern and confusion clouded her features as she stared at me for a few seconds before rushing toward me. “What the hell happened, Ava? Why are you in the hospital and what was that you mentioned about divorce?” She asked with a heavy voice of concern. A sudden urge to cry rose in my chest, but I clenched my jaw and forced it down. I couldn’t afford to break now, especially not in front of Freya. My heart sank as I stared at her worried expression. “Just drive me home, Freya. I will explain things to you later.” I whispered, a sad smile stretching on my lips. “You don’t look fine, Ava. I think you should stay here until you get

Ava's POV I woke up to a dull throbbing ache in my head. My body felt heavy and my throat was dry, like I hadn't taken water in days. I blinked against the harsh fluorescent light as my surroundings became clear— I was still at the hospital. I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain, like invisible claws raking through soft tissues, shot through my lower abdomen. I winced in pain as my eyes moved down to the dress I wore and widened in shock. There were blood stains on my dress. What the hell happened to me? Why did I feel like something was being torn away from my stomach? Like I had just had a terrible cramp? The door creaked open and a doctor stepped in. He froze when our eyes met. “Mrs. Anderson, you are awake.” He said softly, cautiously. I stared at him, my mind reeling with numerous questions. “What… happened?” My voice was barely above a whisper. He moved closer, his face clouded with sympathy. “Mrs. Anderson, you fainted during the transfusion. We had to run a full scan to e

Ava’s POV Every part of me froze as his sharp words felt like numerous knives, piercing into my heart. A torrent of tears streamed down my face, silent and unrelenting. I stared blankly at the man I had loved and married for three years, not knowing I had been nothing but a substitute for the woman he loved. He glanced at me, his jaw tight, eyes unreadable. “We should end this marriage, Ava. Olivia is back, and I’m finally getting married to her.” My world and heart shattered into a million pieces as Williams threw the document he had brought out at me. Slowly, I picked up the document, and read through it. Divorce Papers!Pain clawed in my chest, and my stomach churned when I saw Williams's signature on the paper. He had signed it already. Was he that eager to be rid of me? How about the company I had given up for him? My hands quivered as I held the papers and my throat went dry. I blinked severally, trying to push the tears from blurring my vision. “You can’t do this to me, W

Ava’s POV “Today, CEO Williams Anderson formally introduced his first love, the renowned Olivia Thompson, to the company. Are they finally tying the knot now that the famous model has stepped back into the spotlight?”I replayed the news over and over again as my eyes lingered on the television screen. My throat bobbled up and down as I watched the photo being displayed below the news headline. In the picture, my husband, Williams, stood with a strangely familiar woman who had the same eye colour and hair colour as me. His hands were wrapped around her waist in a protective way, while she smiled sweetly at him. A cold shiver ran down my spine as the elegant mask I wore cracked, revealing a storm of disbelief and hurt. A slow burn started in my chest, crawling up my throat like bile. My eyes stung with tears, but I pinched myself to stop the tears from falling. That wasn’t me, even though she looked so much like me— same eyes and hair colour. Who was she? Olivia Thompson? First lo