Novels by Her Majesty in Red

ROXETTEI woke slowly, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains of our bedroom. For a moment, I just lay there, savoring the warmth of Chandler’s body curled around mine. His arm was draped over my waist, his breath steady and warm against the back of my neck. It was one of those rare mornings when Luna had slept through the night, and the quiet felt luxurious. I turned carefully in his arms, not wanting to wake him yet, and studied his face in the early light. Even in sleep, he looked peaceful, the lines of worry that had once been so constant smoothed away. We had fought so hard for this. For the quiet. For the love. For the family that had once seemed impossible.This was the life I had dreamed of. Not the dramatic kind from movies or books, but the simple, steady one. Waking up next to the man I loved, knowing

CHANDLERThe last of the guests had finally left, the garden lights dimming as the evening settled into a quiet hush around the estate. Luna had been wound up from all the attention and cake-smashing, but after a warm bath and her favorite lullaby, she’d finally drifted off in her crib. I stood in the doorway of the nursery for a moment, watching her tiny chest rise and fall, her little fist curled near her cheek. My daughter. Our daughter. A year old today. It still hit me sometimes, how much had changed in such a short time.I closed the door softly and made my way down the hall to our bedroom. Roxette was already there, standing by the window in the soft glow of the bedside lamps. She’d changed into one of my old T-shirts that hung loose over her curves, the fabric brushing the tops of her thighs. Her hair was down, sl

CHANDLERA year had flown by in the blink of an eye. Luna was one year old today, our little moon, the tiny miracle who had turned our world upside down in the best possible way. I stood in the doorway of the nursery that morning, watching her sleep in her crib for a few quiet moments before the chaos of the day began. Her dark curls were tousled against the pillow, one little fist curled near her cheek, and her chest rose and fell with those soft, even breaths that never failed to calm something deep inside me. At eleven months, she had been walking steadily for weeks now, babbling nonstop, and testing every boundary with that determined little frown she got from me. But today she was still my baby, and I wanted to hold onto that for just a little longer.Roxette stirred in our bed behind me, her voice soft and sleepy. “Is she

ROXETTEA few weeks had passed since that tender, reconnecting night after we put Luna to bed, and life had settled into a beautiful rhythm I never wanted to take for granted. Luna was eleven months old now, a curious, giggling little explorer who was pulling herself up on furniture and babbling nonstop. Her first real words were starting to form—“mama,” “dada,” and something that sounded suspiciously like “nana” when she saw my mom, and every new milestone felt like a tiny celebration. She had Chandler’s dark eyes and my smile, and watching her toddle around the estate with her little arms outstretched made my heart feel so full it could burst.Family had become the heartbeat of our days. The forgiveness we’d fought so hard for had turned into something real and steady, not perfe

ROXETTEA few months had slipped by in a blur of first steps, babbling words, and the kind of bone-deep exhaustion that only new parents truly understand. Luna was eleven months old now, a curious, giggling little whirlwind with Chandler’s dark eyes and my smile.She was walking—well, more like toddling and falling into our arms with triumphant squeals, and testing every boundary she could find. Our days revolved around her: playtime in the now well-loved nursery, messy meals, and those precious quiet moments when she’d fall asleep on my chest, her tiny fingers curled into my shirt.But tonight felt different. Special, even.We’d finally gotten Luna down for the night after her usual be

ROXETTEThe days after that first family visit settled into a gentle rhythm that felt both new and deeply familiar. Luna was still so tiny, her little body fitting perfectly in the crook of my arm as she slept or nursed. I found myself spending hours in the nursery, rocking her while the soft pastel walls and the mobile above her crib created a peaceful little world just for us. Chandler was my constant anchor, always there with a warm hand on my back during late-night feedings or a quiet “You’re doing amazing” when exhaustion hit.He handled the diaper changes like a pro and even took over burping duty so I could rest for a few extra minutes. Our little family felt complete in a way I hadn’t dared to hope for after everything we’d been through.

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