Novels by AURORA WYNTER

Too close to be a coincidence.Emilia slowly looked up. “Sorry to ask… Do you have a sibling? Or an aunt, cousin—anyone by the name Liora Westley?”Kiara’s eyes darted.“Liora?” she echoed, too quickly. “No… I haven’t heard that name. I have a brother, not a sister. I don’t know any Liora.”Emilia’s lips curved—but it wasn’t a smile. It was something colder.“Oh, that’s a shame. Because if you do know her, I’d really appreciate the help. I’m willing to offer money for it. Since you’re Westley… and she’s Westley… I feel like there has to be a link.”Kiara’s breath hitched.“I—don’t—”“Twenty million,” Emilia interrupted sharply. Her voice was like velvet soaked in poison. “Cash. Wire. However you want it.”Kiara’s mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. Her fingers clutched the edge of her folder.“I told you I don’t know her,” she said again, but there was hesitation now. The kind that Emilia could smell.“Fifty million and I am going to hire you as my personal assistant.” She s

Emilia chuckled. “You don’t have to, I can handle it, what would the people think if they see you at the hospital? Going there is risky” Emilia said.Lucan paused, arching one brow as he adjusted the silver cufflink on his wrist. “Are you sure about that? Because I’m not exactly lining up to hand over another sperm donation. That first one? That was pure charity, Emilia. A mercy drop.”Emilia blinked. “A mercy drop?”“Yes. Because deep down, you and I both know you’re not fit to be a mother,” Lucan said casually, like he was commenting on the weather. “But you insisted. Always insisting.”Emilia’s voice rose, her control slipping. “I am your wife. It’s only right that I have your child, and whether you like it or not, you’re going to give me another sample. Or I swear, I’ll tell your mother and father everything—you won’t touch me, you won’t sleep with me, now you won’t even donate sperm?”Lucan let out a short, humorless laugh. “You’re blackmailing me with reproductive threats now?”

Emilia kept pacing around the doctor’s office. “How do I even tell my husband his sperm went missing? How? And what do we do about the young lady—you ruined her life. How can you let another woman carry my husband’s sperm? You just ruined everything. Just so you know, Doctor, I paid you millions, but you couldn’t even do one thing properly!”“I am very sorry,” the doctor said, swallowing hard. “We will need your husband’s sperm again. That’s the only way out.”Emilia turned sharply. “And what pathetic nurse mixed our files? Where is she? She needs to be sacked.”The door creaked and Maria rushed in, her face pale. Emilia didn’t wait—her hand flew with precision and slapped her hard across the cheek.Maria gasped, stunned silent.“An ordinary nurse in charge of sensitive files, and you couldn’t even differentiate between me and a random nobody?” Emilia shouted, her voice breaking.“I’m so sorry, ma’am,” Maria whispered, clutching her stinging cheek. “All I know is… she came with a frie

LIORAI ran after her even though I didn’t know where she passed but all of a sudden I felt weak, so I walked slowly into the hospital where the nurses were standing.“Hey nurse,” I called out softly to the nurse. “I think I need to get checked too. I’m feeling kinda… weird.”The nurse, a thin woman in scrubs with a tired expression and a pen barely hanging onto her ear, looked up. “Name?”“Liora Westley.”She scribbled something down without asking too many questions. “Symptoms?”“Headache. Fatigue. A little dizzy.”The nurse handed me a short form on a clipboard. “Fill this out and give it back. We’ll slot you in very fast. Might be a wait though but it won’t take long.”I nodded and took a seat. My stomach growled again, louder this time, but I ignored it. I filled out the form quickly, using the edge of my knee as a desk, and returned it to the nurse. The woman took it, nodded absentmindedly, and while answering a call placed it on a stack of other documents sitting on the edge of

LIORA The scent of roasted chicken and garlic filled the house like a cruel joke even when my step mom knows I am allergic to garlic, she still wouldn’t stop cooking with garlic.I stood by the dining room entrance, my arms folded tightly across my chest, my stomach aching from hunger. The golden-brown meat glistened under the light as my stepmother, Veronica, dished generous portions onto three plates—none of which were mine.Kiara, my step sister, sat at the table, she looked radiant in her designer top, her freshly manicured nails clicking against her phone screen. She didn’t even look up when I entered. Veronica finally spoke without glancing at me. “You can stand there. I’ll tell you when you can move.”My mouth tightened, but I said nothing. Speaking only made things worse. My fingers curled into fists at my sides, the faint creak of my knuckles the only sound I allowed myself. My feet ached from a long day at my part-time job, but now here I am again.Minutes turned into an h

SABRINAMarco handed him the envelope without a word.I stood motionless across the room, hands folded neatly in front of me, chin lifted. Composed. Silent.Theo George didn’t look at me right away. He took his time. Fingers slid under the flap of the manila file like he was opening a weapon, not a résumé. Then he pulled the documents out and began flipping through the pages slowly, methodically.“What’s your name? I saw it in your files, but I want to hear it from you” Theo asked, eyes locked on mine.“Aurora. Aurora Lancaster,” I answered, voice steady, clear.His gaze narrowed. “And your pay? How much do you want? I need to know what you want, you can’t just work for me if I don’t know.”“I don’t want your money,” I said calmly. “I just want to serve the Georges.”Rory scoffed. “That’s weird.”Theo didn’t blink.Rory pressed, “So where do you live?”I turned to her, slow and deliberate, then back to Theo. “I believe you’re the one hiring me. Not your wife.”Theo smirked. He liked

The phone rang.A sharp ringtone sliced through the tension just as the security guard crouched to lift the bloodstained blanket. He flinched, hand snapping to his earpiece.“Yeah?” he said, straightening.Clarissa froze. Rory held her breath.Beneath the bundle—bleeding, broken, but still conscious—Sabrina heard everything. The voices. The panic. The lie.The call that interrupted her rescue.“Copy that,” the guard muttered before hanging up. He didn’t lift the blanket. Didn’t look again. “Let’s go.”He returned to the driver’s seat, staring ahead, never glancing back.Sabrina stayed limp. The pain was unbearable, but she didn’t move. She couldn’t. She had to wait.The car drove through winding roads and dense woodland until it stopped beside a thick stretch of bush.“Help us get her out,” Clarissa ordered.The guard didn’t budge. “Not part of the deal. I’m the driver—you said this was private.”Rory pinched her mother’s arm. “Why would you ask him that? Are you trying to get us kill

SABRINA “It was a mistake, Mom!” Rory hissed, rubbing her cheek. “But he didn’t suspect anything—yet. I’ll force Sabrina to spill everything. Their childhood, where she saved him, what happened. I’ll memorize every detail before morning, in case he asks.”Clarissa clenched her jaw, nodding slowly. “Good. That’s a better idea. But no more slip-ups. One wrong word and this entire plan falls apart.”They moved toward the window again, peeking through the curtains.“Why is that man still out there?” Clarissa asked, voice tight.Rory squinted. The man in black—the guard who had arrived with Theo—was still by the SUV, arms folded, expression unreadable. He raised a hand in a slow wave.“Maybe… maybe Theo asked him to wait?” Rory guessed.Clarissa’s mouth curled with suspicion. “Or maybe he’s watching us. Listening. Theo doesn’t trust us—yet. I need to shut Sabrina up before she ruins everything.”Without waiting for a response, Clarissa turned on her heel and stormed down the hallway.Clar

SABRINA “Rory, help her with the candle,” Clarissa said.“What for? What are you going to do with that?” I asked, stepping backward.“To burn your skin. I don’t want to see that mark on your shoulder.” Clarissa said it like she was talking about wiping dirt off a table.“No, Mom—let’s not burn it yet. Let me take a picture of it first so I can get the same one. Matching birthmarks could work, right?”I let out a humorless laugh. “You really think a fake tattoo will fool a billionaire? This is a birthmark. Yours will look like a cheap copy, just like everything else about you.”Rory’s eyes flashed with rage. “Shut up!”Clarissa reached for the candle again. “We don’t have time for this. Hold her still. We’re doing it now.”“You’re sick.” My voice was shaking, not from fear—but fury. “You’re really going to burn me? Over a man you’ve never even met?”Clarissa didn’t blink. “He’s not just a man. He’s power. And I won’t let you ruin this for us.”She lunged forward, candle in hand, but I

SABRINAI was in the kitchen washing plates when I heard the doorbell ring. Loud. Sharp. The kind of ring that tells you something important is about to happen.Clarissa’s heels tapped fast against the tiled floor as she opened the door.“Yes?” she said with that fake sweet voice she used for strangers.“I’m Mr. Hart. Legal representative of the George family. Mr. Theo George sent me here on his behalf, he wanted to be here but something came up.”I froze. Theo George? The name sounded like thunder in my chest.He was the young billionaire everyone whispered about. Powerful. Untouchable. And apparently—I am sure he is looking for a wife? Because we have no business with George and their lawyer is here because of something important.I wiped my hands and stepped into the living room just in time to see Rory strut down the stairs in her tiny shorts, smacking her gum like she owned the place.The lawyer pulled out a document. “Mr. Theo has requested the hand of the eldest daughter of the