Novels by AURORA WYNTER

GEORGEIt was past nine already. The kind of late that didn’t sit right in my chest. Aurora should’ve been here hours ago. She wasn’t the kind to disappear. Not without a word.I leaned back in my chair, the low hum of the grandfather clock ticking against the silence. My fingers drummed once against the armrest before I picked up my phone and dialed Marco.“Sir?” he answered quickly.“Come to my study,” I said.A few minutes later, the door opened, and Marco stepped in, straight-backed as always.“Marco.” My voice came out low.“Yes, boss.”I looked up at him. “Something’s not right. I know Aurora. She wouldn’t just walk away like that.”He shifted slightly, uncertain. “But sir… Katerina said she left after a phone call. She wouldn’t lie to us. She’s been with the company for years.”I gave a small, humorless smile. “Katerina works for Rory. Which means she has every reason to lie.”Marco frowned. “You think—”“I don’t think,” I interrupted. “I know when something smells wrong.” I ch

SABRINAHe turned his gaze to me. His voice was steady, but his eyes—those cold, unreadable eyes—held something that almost burned.“I will send Mr. Robert to drive you back to the house in a few hours,” he said. “I’m sure Katerina will have given you the dress you wanted. You’ll resume tomorrow morning. And mind you—” his tone dipped, firm and final, “—we’ll always leave together. Now that you’ve been given this position, I hope you’ll cherish it. Because this isn’t just a promotion, Miss Aurora… it’s leadership. You’ll be leading the company’s image. Don’t take it lightly.”I smiled faintly, the kind that could be mistaken for humility—but wasn’t. “I understand, Mr. George.”He nodded once and turned away, his cologne lingering in the air like power itself.As we walked down the hallway, Katerina’s heels clicked ahead of me, sharp and impatient. She didn’t look back, didn’t speak. I could almost feel her resentment spilling from every perfect strand of her glossy hair.“Here we are,

SABRINAI stood slowly. “May I see the tablet?”Katerina hesitated, but Theo gestured lightly for her to hand it over. Reluctantly, she did.I looked through the digital sketches — dresses, suits, concepts that all screamed money but lacked soul. Then I looked up.“With respect,” I said, keeping my tone calm, “the issue isn’t the color red itself — it’s how it’s being used. The designs are heavy. They drown the models instead of bringing out their shape.”I turned the screen toward them, showing one of the mock-ups. “If you use red with clean lines — silk or satin, not layered tulle — it gives movement. It photographs beautifully under stage lighting. It’s striking, not overwhelming.”The room quieted.I swiped to another sketch I’d adjusted. “Here. Off-shoulder, structured waist, single slit. You pair that with neutral heels and minimal jewelry, and the red becomes the focus. It’ll stand out against the runway background and flatter every skin tone.”A quiet murmur rippled through th

SABRINAThen my phone rang.“You are very bold,” a deep voice broke out.I smirked, lowering my voice. “And all thanks to you.”“So what’s your next plan?” she asked — calm, sharp, like she already knew the answer.I let out a slow breath, keeping my tone even. “I don’t know. Maybe stay longer, take back my place. I can’t let my stepsister get away with this.”“You could just seduce him,” she said lightly, almost teasing. “You’re bold, intelligent. It wouldn’t be difficult for you.”My jaw tightened. “That’s not the kind of control I want.”There was a small pause on the other end, then her voice softened. “Still, you’ll need to get close to him. Closer than you are now.”I closed my eyes. “And how exactly am I supposed to do that?”“I have a meeting with him tomorrow,” she said. “Do your best to attend. Show up like you belong there. The rest — leave to me.”“I’m only a maid here,” I said. “You think he’ll let me walk into a meeting like that?”“Well,” she replied, her tone turning fa

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

LIORALucan let out a deep breath. “Emilia, what do you think we should do?” he asked, his voice low, the question aimed at dissolving the quiet that had settled like dust over the table.Emilia blinked, then smiled—slow, controlled, the kind of smile that measured people and found their faults. “I was waiting for you to ask my opinion,” she said, tone honeyed. “Leave her to me. I’ll arrange an apartment, somewhere discrete. She can live there—out of sight. It’s safer for everyone.”Lucan’s fingers drummed once on the table. For a heartbeat I thought he might agree. Then he shook his head. “No,” he said simply. “You don’t have to worry. She can stay. I don’t think she trusts anyone right now. She can live here for a while. I’ll monitor her.”“Lucan,” Emilia’s voice tightened, an edge sharpening, “you are a busy man. You don’t even need to associate with someone of her… station. You are a lady and I am—” Her chin lifted. Pride like a drawn blade.“That’s why I said I’ll handle her,” he

LIORA“I said out of my house!” she snapped, dragging me toward the door.“Please—”“Shut up.” She shoved me forward, and I stumbled outside, barely catching my balance.“Mom, please, I have nowhere—”“I’m not your mother!” Her voice was sharp enough to cut. “Your father is dead, your mother is dead, and if you’re smart, you’ll join them. Get out of my sight.”The door slammed, the lock clicked, and that was it.I hugged my bag against me, trying to shield it from the rain. My shoes slapped the pavement as I moved forward without any direction. The sound of traffic mixed with the pounding rain.Then—blinding headlights.A horn blared. Tires screamed against the wet road.I froze.The car stopped inches from my knees.The driver’s door slammed open, and a tall man stepped out, rain dripping from his dark coat.“Are you trying to die?” His voice was low but carried authority. He stepped closer, his eyes scanning me. “You’re shaking.”“I’m fine,” I said quickly.“No, you’re not.” His gaz

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