Novels by debbythefirstdebby

AMELIAThe car stopped in front of a mansion. The building was graced with multiple columns that elevated the look.Rafael stepped out from his side of his car and rushed over to open the door for me. He held my hands as we walked into the house.I gasped immediately we got in, words wouldn’t do justice to how the interior looked. “It’s beautiful.” I said finding it hard to look away.Rafael stood in front of me, forcing me to look at him. “I knew you’d love it.” He said and leaned in for a kiss.Before I could respond to that, I felt myself being swept off my feet into his arms. “Oh my gawd! What are you doing, Rafael?” I screamed giggling and held on to his neck for support.Rafael ran up the stairs into the bedroom with me in his arms. He dropped me on the bed, took off his shirt in an instant and stared at me, “should I rip this or would you take it off?”“Noo… it’s my wedding dress, it should be protected.” I giggled. And slowly took it off.Rafael stared at me with ravenous eyes

AMELIAI stared at the ring. It sparkled like it had been plucked out of a fairytale, but this wasn’t a fairytale.Everyone was waiting. Ethan looked like he was about to explode. His father, my father-in-law, just stared, his expression was unreadable.I could feel my heart drumming in my ears. This wasn’t just a proposal. It was a choice. A power move.Did I love Rafael?No.Did I enjoy that night with him? More than I should have.Did I want to watch Ethan burn with betrayal after everything he’d done to me?Hell yes.I took a breath, then let my fingers fall into Rafael’s open hand.“Yes,” I said.A collective gasp filled the room. Rafael slipped the ring onto my finger and stood, grinning like he just won a game.He kissed my hand, then whispered, “You wouldn't regret it, sweetheart.”I turned to Ethan with a smile that could cut glass. The look on his face was priceless. I could feel his confusion and defeat radiating like heat waves off his skin.After the event, everyone had s

RAFAELI chugged down a glass of liquor as I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. “What a brotherly reunion” I muttered, rubbing the fading bruise on my lip.I would have very much loved to return those punches, but starting a fight there would not be to anyone’s benefit. And Amelia…I still remember the feel of her body in my hands, I think about it every night since then.She could have been from my enemies, she could have been someone sent to aid that measly attack. Why did she have to be his fucking fiancé?“She’s too good for that prick.”I wondered why she was at that park and how frustrated she must have been to let me fuck her. Well, I wasn’t going to let her forget me.I picked up my phone and tapped the call symbol, “Yes boss” he picked almost immediately.“Send her flowers… just her name… Yes. Do it discreetly.” I said and dropped the call.*********AMELIAEvery day since Rafael dropped me off, I would receive a bouquet of flowers immediately Ethan leaves the house alm

AMELIAI woke up slowly, my head heavy and foggy.My eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. I was in an unfamiliar room. It was clean, spacious, and eerily quiet. My wrists were still tied, and my ankles too.I tried to get off the bed, but I fell instead. The sharp and sudden impact jolted through me. Panic clawed at my throat as the door suddenly swung open.He walked in, the same man from last night. Calm, and annoyingly confident, like he owned the whole damn world.“I can see that you’re awake,” he said, amused, placing a glass of water beside me. “Drink.”“Oh, so now you’re being hospitable?” I scoffed, trying to find my balance. “You kidnap me and now you’re offering a drink? Let me go if you’re feeling generous.”He didn’t flinch. He stepped closer, grabbed my arm, and lifted me back onto the bed like I weighed nothing.I felt my heart beat twice as fast, I had no idea where I was, who this man is or what was going to happen to me. I struggled with the ropes. “You know this is ill

AMELIA"I hate you so much," I said with teary eyes, voice shaking as I stared at the man I was supposed to marry."I hate you even more, Amelia. Why don't you just fuck off?" Ethan shot back, his face twisted in disgust.We were standing in the middle of what should've been a quiet dinner, a time to finalize wedding arrangements. But Ethan had other plans, like parading his mistress around the room as if I didn’t exist."Do you really have to be like this? We're getting married in a week. Did you have to bring her and do this here?" I asked, trying to hold back my tears.He let out a humorless and cold laugh. "I can bring whoever the fuck I want. And don’t act like you care. You’re just here for my father’s money. What a fake bitch."His words hit hard, and yet it was familiar. This wasn’t the first time he’d do something just to humiliate me. He turned to his mistress and kissed her, slowly and intentionally, like he was making a point.Then, looking back at me with dark eyes, he ad