Novels by Her Majesty in Red

CHANDLERThe moment I left Roxette at her mother’s condo, something inside me shifted into pure steel. I had held her, reassured her, kissed her forehead like the protective man she needed me to be. But the second the door closed behind me, the mask slipped.My blood was still boiling from everything—the photo Dahlia had posted, Diana’s attack on Roxette in that bathroom, Calvin’s sudden reappearance like some twisted ghost from the past. They had gone too far. All of them. And I was done playing the patient man.I drove straight to the office, my jaw clenched the entire way. The city lights blurred past as I gripped the steering wheel, replaying every slight in my mind. Dahlia thought she could humiliate Roxette with that fabricated photo. Dian

ROXETTEI sat back in my chair, my mind reeling. The nausea from earlier was creeping back, but it wasn’t just from the pregnancy this time. It was from the sheer overwhelm of it all. My mysterious father didn’t know about me? And now, after reconnecting with my mother in some whirlwind night, he suddenly wanted to meet me?It felt like a plot twist from one of those dramatic webnovels I used to read. Except this was my life. And with everything else happening—the baby, Chandler, the mess with Dahlia and Diana and Calvin—this was the last thing I needed.I rubbed my temples, trying to make sense of it. “Mom, I… I don’t even know what to say. This is huge. You kept this from me my whole life. And now he wants to meet me? Just l

ROXETTEMy jaw was still hanging open as I stared at my mother across the small kitchen table. The simple breakfast I had cooked sat half-eaten in front of me, but my appetite had vanished the second she said those words.It’s… your dad.The eggs on my plate suddenly looked unappetizing, and the toast felt like cardboard in my mouth. I set my fork down slowly, my hands trembling slightly as the shock settled deeper into my bones.I almost screamed.“But you said I have no father!” The words burst out of me before I could stop them, louder than I intended. My voice cracked with the weight of years of confusion and acceptance. &

ROXETTEI woke up to the soft light filtering through the curtains of my old room at my mother’s condo. My stomach growled loudly, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten properly since the plane ride back. The exhaustion from the past few days had knocked me out cold. But now, hunger was winning. I stretched slowly, careful of the lingering soreness in my body, and reached for my phone on the nightstand.There was a message from Chandler. I smiled faintly as I opened it, already missing the steady comfort of his presence.Chandler: Hey baby. I have to work overtime to sort through some things after the trip. I’ll come fetch you as soon as I’m done. Rest up, okay? I love you. Both of you.I typed ba

ROXETTEI made my way to the guest room, the one that used to be mine when I lived here, and changed into something comfortable. The bed felt soft and inviting as I climbed in, pulling the covers over me.For the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself relax completely. No one was watching. No one was threatening. Just me, the quiet, and the knowledge that our baby was still safe inside me. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, trying to push away the lingering images of Calvin’s smile and that horrible photo. Chandler was handling it. I had to trust that.But my mind wouldn’t fully shut off.I needed to talk to someone. Someone who wasn’t directly involved in the mess. Someone who

ROXETTEThe private jet finally touched down on the familiar runway, and I let out a slow breath I didn’t even realize I had been holding. The flight back home had been long, but it wasn’t just the travel that had drained me.It was everything that had happened in Paris. That cruel photo of Chandler and Dahlia that still made my chest ache even though I knew it was fake. My body felt heavy with exhaustion, and my mind was a tangled mess of worry, relief, and the constant awareness of the tiny life growing inside me.Chandler had been quiet for most of the flight after I comforted him on his lap. He had held me close, but I could still feel the tension in his muscles, the way his thoughts were running deep and dark. I understood. Dahlia and Diana had crossed

JULIAThe house was finally quiet.The twins had gone to sleep hours ago, their little bodies curled together in the big shared bed, breathing soft and even. I had lingered in their room longer than usual tonight, watching them sleep, my hand resting on my still-flat belly where our new little one was already growing. The news still felt like a beautiful dream. Another baby, another chance to grow our family, even after everything we had been through.Marcus had been quiet but attentive all evening. He had helped bathe the boys, read them their bedtime story, and held me a little tighter than usual when we finally closed their door. I could feel the worry in him, the way his hand kept drifting to my stomach, protective and gentle, like he was already guarding the new life inside me.Now it was just us.We stepped into our bedroom, the soft lamplight casting a warm, golden glow over the large bed. The moment the door clicked shut, Marcus turned to me, his dark eyes filled with a mix

JULIAThe rest of the day passed in a beautiful, nervous blur.I couldn’t stop smiling. Every time I looked at the pregnancy test stick hidden in my drawer, my heart did a little flip.I spent the afternoon with the twins, playing in the garden, reading them stories, and trying my best to act normal so they wouldn’t sense how excited and anxious I was.Phoebe kept giving me knowing looks and thumbs-ups. She had been practically bouncing since the test result, already talking about nursery ideas and how she and Mira would help with the new baby just like they had with the twins.But I was waiting for one person.Marcus.He had left early for work this morning, as he often did, but I had texted him earlier saying I had something important to tell him when he got home. He replied with a simple [I’ll be home as soon as I can, baby. Love you.]That was hours ago, and now the sun was starting to set, painting the sky in soft oranges and pinks.I was in the living room when I finally heard t

JULIAI woke up and felt a heavy, queasy feeling that had settled in my stomach. I lay there for a long moment, one hand resting on my belly out of habit.The nausea was different this time, not the violent kind I remembered from my first pregnancy, but a persistent, rolling discomfort that made even the thought of food feel wrong.I sat up slowly, careful not to wake Marcus, but the bed was already empty. He had left early for work again, as he often did these days. The spot beside me was cool, the pillow still slightly indented from where his head had been. A small pang of sadness hit me, sharper than usual. I missed him at breakfast. I missed his quiet presence, the way he would kiss the top of my head and make sure I ate something before he left. I padded downstairs in my robe, the house already alive with the sounds of the morning. The twins were at the dining table, their little voices chattering happily as they ate their regular breakfast. Crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, and st

PHOEBEThree months.It had been exactly one month since that ridiculous, spur-of-the-moment joke in the backyard.I still couldn’t believe it.I, Phoebe, was now in a relationship with Kael. The same Kael who had once been nothing more than the tall, silent, ridiculously handsome bodyguard that all the maids drooled over during their breaks. The man who had stopped mid-training, walked straight up to me, smirked, and said “Okay. Let’s do that” when I yelled “Marry me!” as a joke.And now… we were actually together.I still woke up some mornings thinking it was a dream. That I would blink and realize I had imagined the whole thing, the way he had started texting me that same night, the first awkward but sweet coffee date in the garden the next day, the way he had pulled me into his arms and kissed me like he meant it after only two weeks of talking.But it wasn’t a dream.It was real.And I was still shy and flustered every single time he looked at me.Today was no different.I was in

JULIAThe morning sun was bright and warm as we loaded the last of the picnic baskets into the back of the large SUV. Marcus had insisted on taking the biggest vehicle we owned. The one with the reinforced frame and enough space for all of us because, in his words, “Safety first, always.” I couldn’t argue with that. Not after everything we had been through.Today is a picnic day.A simple, perfect family outing that felt like a dream come true after the years of healing. Marcus, the twins, Phoebe, Mira, Mom, and Dad. All of us together, leaving the mansion behind for a few hours of fresh air, laughter, and good food. The boys were bouncing with excitement, their little backpacks already slung over their shoulders, filled with snacks and toys they insisted on bringing.“Mommy, can we bring the red ball?” Malachi asked, tugging at my dress with his energetic little hand. He was the more active one, always running, always full of life, his dark hair messy even though I had combed it ju

MARCUSThe prison corridor smelled of concrete, bleach, and despair.I walked down the long, dimly lit hallway with two of my most trusted men flanking me, their footsteps echoing in perfect sync with mine. The guards didn’t even look at us as we passed. They knew better than to question why the most powerful man in the underground world was here to see one specific prisoner. Money and fear had bought me unlimited access long ago.Livia.She was the only one left.Terra had died that night in the abandoned building five years ago from a single, clean bullet straight to the head from my gun the moment I saw her holding a weapon to my pregnant wife’s temple. I hadn’t hesitated. I hadn’t given her a chance to beg or explain. One shot, and the woman who had tried to destroy my family was gone forever.But Livia… she had been smarter that night. Or luckier. She hadn’t raised a gun. She hadn’t made any sudden moves. She had simply stood there, trembling, while Julia screamed and cried in t