Novels by Smile

Beijing shimmered beneath the glass walls of the Lancaster Group penthouse.Inside, Mr. Lancaster signed the last page of a multimillion-dollar deal while twelve executives watched in reverent silence.His phone began to buzz again, and again.His assistant leaned close. “Sir… there’s something you should see.”Lancaster didn’t look up. “I’m in a meeting.”“It’s trending globally, sir. Your wife she’s on the news.”He frowned, took the phone, and pressed play.The clip opened to chaos: the lobby of Texas Health Care Hospital, a crowd, flashing phones then the slap.Beatrix Cole’s hand struck Selene with a sound that cut through the noise.Her voice shook as she screamed:“Tell me you didn’t kill them your PA, your ex-boyfriend, Lancaster’s first wife ‘Amelia !”The room around Lancaster went silent.Executives stared; no one dared move.He froze, jaw locking.“Get everyone out,” he said quietly.“Sir?” his assistant asked.“Now.”The conference room cleared in seconds.Lancaster remai

The mansion was silent, but Mr. Cole’s mind wasn’t.He sat at the edge of his bed, lost in the echo of Selene’s last words over the phone. Her voice still lingered smooth but venomous.“Let’s end it that day…”He rubbed his temple, exhaling slowly. End what?He wasn’t sure if it was a threat, a promise, or another of her twisted games.Then his phone vibrated a burner message.A one-time text. No sender ID.He opened it, and instantly, the message flashed across his screen:“Have you forgotten it’s time we take charge of the property?He hasn’t passed the will to our son. Tried all means, but he can’t find it. Too suspicious.I’m thinking of running it up on his birthday.We need to talk… Call me.”As soon as he finished reading, the message vanished.The phone screen went black. No trace. No history.Cole stared at it, his chest tightening.“You better don’t do anything stupid…” he said aloud, his voice sharp, unaware his wife had just stepped in.Beatrix: “Who are you talking to, a

“Selene, I’ll kill you!” Beatrix Cole screamed from the bathroom floor. “I don’t fucking care whatever aura you’re using! Have I ever even slipped before?!”Her voice echoed through the mansion, trembling with rage and disbelief.“Beatrix!” Mr. Cole rushed in, nearly tripping over the scattered towels. “What happened?”She glared at him furiously, struggling to sit up. “What happened? Ask your witch friend Selene! I slipped like a fool in my own bathroom!”Cole sighed, crouching to help her. “Stop shouting—”“Don’t touch me!”“I’m helping you up!” he snapped, lifting her onto her feet.Her face twisted, anger replacing pain. “Don’t you dare raise your voice at me.”Cole blinked, tired of the endless mood swings. “You know what? I’m done. You fall, I help, and you’re still angry. What’s next, Beatrix?”He turned, walking out before she could respond.The room went silent except for her harsh breathing. Then her phone rang.She picked it up, still trembling. “Who’s this?”“Selene,” came

Selene and Lancaster’s Mansion MidnightSelene stormed into the house, fury vibrating through her every step.She threw her handbag on the couch and barked, “Where’s everyone? Who left the hallway lights on?”The maids froze. One of them stammered, “Good evening ma—”“Don’t ‘good evening’ me!” Selene snapped, marching toward the staircase. “Switch off those lights and move!”She slammed her bedroom door behind her and muttered, “How dare she… that insolent brat!”The door opened again Lancaster leaned on the frame, shirt unbuttoned halfway, holding a glass of whiskey.“What’s wrong with you?” he asked calmly. “You’re acting weird.”Selene paced back and forth. “There’s this girl… at the hospital. She talked back at me. Boldly. Shouted. Looked me straight in the eyes like I was nothing.”Lancaster raised an eyebrow. “A small girl made you this mad?”Selene hissed. “I was told she owns the hospital now.”Lancaster blinked, surprised. “A small girl owns Texas Health Care?”“Yes!” Selene

Mrs. Cole’s voice sliced through the quiet ward.“What are you doing here? Because I don’t understand when you were added to our family chart.”Selene stood by the window, elegant as ever, her perfume thick enough to choke the air. “I came to see my boy,” she said calmly. “Damian.”Mrs. Cole’s eyes narrowed. “Your boy? How exactly is he related to you?”Selene’s smile curved, sharp and unbothered. “Be careful with your tone. This will be the last time you raise your voice at me.”Mrs. Cole let out a dry laugh. “You referring to me? Get the hell out of here before I lose my manners.”Selene tilted her head. “Do your worst.”Damian’s sister stepped in quickly, gripping her mother’s wrist. “Mom, please don’t make a scene. Damian’s still unconscious.”But Beatrix Cole wasn’t backing down. “I won’t let her pull the same stunt she’s used to. Who knows her mission here today?”Selene smiled faintly, her voice soft but cutting. “You may think whatever you want. Enjoy while you can.”That did

The hospital reeked of panic and cheap antiseptic.Aria’s heels clicked sharply against the tiled floor as she stormed through the entrance, her voice slicing through the noise.“Where’s the accident victim that was just brought in Damian Lancaster?” she demanded, breath short from the rush.The nurse at the counter hesitated. “He’s on the first floor, ma’am, but the emergency ward is already full. We’re trying to—”“Trying?” Aria cut her off. “He’s bleeding, and you’re trying?”“Please, the doctor will—”“I am the doctor!” she snapped, flashing her hospital ID. “Get me the withdrawal form. I’m transferring him right now.”The nurse froze. “Ma’am, that’s against—”Aria’s voice dropped low and firm. “Do it.”Within minutes, her personal ambulance from Texas Health Care arrived sleek, white, the logo bold and powerful across its side. The paramedics jumped out, pushing past the startled staff.Aria followed as they wheeled Damian down the narrow hall, pale and motionless. Wires dangled