Novels by Niffy Pen

NORA“Nora.” Kian muttered under his breath, his jaw tight.“I’m serious, love.” I pressed my hand against his chest, steady, calm. “We’re having a baby soon.”Jessica laughed, sharp and ugly. “She’s insane. You can’t be pregnant.”I turned to her, my voice cool. “And why not, Jessica? Why can’t I be pregnant?”Her smile faltered. “N…Nora.”“Yes, Jessica.” I said her name slowly, firm. “Let’s not put on a show for everyone. Come inside. We can talk in private.”I stepped further into the hall, the sound of cameras still clicking behind us. I sat down, crossing my legs. Kian followed, close enough that I could feel the heat of him.He leaned in. “Nora. Tell me the truth. Are you really pregnant?”I looked straight into his eyes. “You don’t believe me?”He hesitated. “I… I’m just surprised.”“Don’t be.” My voice was steady. “I’m your wife. I’m carrying your child. And you need to start acting like the man I married. Get your shares back from your father. Stop panicking over Jessica. We

NORA“Is Kian aware that you are here?” I asked firmly, my voice barely above a whisper, but clear enough to slice through the thick tension in the room.Grandfather didn’t flinch. He folded the newspaper in half and set it down gently. “Right now, he’s spending time with his son and Jessica. You need to let him be, Nora. You’ve had your time.”My fingers curled against the edge of the table.“You don’t have a child with him,” he continued coldly. “That boy, Jessica’s son, is blood. Ours. The Wilson name will not be passed down to anyone outside of this family. We’ve made up our minds.”I blinked at him, my chest tightening.“Do as I say,” he added. “And I’ll make it worth your while. Fifty million.”My eyes narrowed. “Fifty?”He nodded, calm as ever. “Tax-free. Quiet. Your name cleared from all family records. You walk away clean. Free.”I stared at him for a long second. Then reached for the document on the table.The pen was already waiting beside it, uncapped.My fingers brushed i

NORA I scoffed, not believing what I was hearing. “Jessica, you know you actually have no right to tell my husband to divorce me, he is my husband and we love each other, and whatever this is, is none of my business, you went away six years ago and now you brought in a son for him? What’s this about? And you expect me to just leave? Divorce him? You must be out of your mind.” Jessica sighed and folded her arms to her chest, “Then how do we solve this? Mind me telling the press this whole issue?” “Drop the threats, he is not going to divorce me.” I said firmly.Jessica walked towards me, “Okay fine, then watch me go to the press now.”“I am never divorcing my wife,” Kian said flatly.Jessica’s red lips curled. “Kian, don’t be ridiculous. You can’t marry two women. I’m the mother of your child. I deserve—”“A lavish wedding?” Kian cut in sharply. “You mean the one you didn’t want Six years ago?”She stiffened. “That was different, I wasn’t ready back then.”Grandfather stood slowly,

NORA FEW WEEKS LATER “I want her dressed in something from the new evening line,” Kian said without looking up from his tablet.Ivory blinked. “Excuse me?”Kian’s tone didn’t shift. “Call the design team. Bring a selection here. She needs something suitable for the gala tonight.”There was a beat of silence, thick with tension. Ivory stared at him like he’d grown two heads. “The full collection?”“Yes. Have them here within the hour.”I was sitting on the edge of the bed, towel wrapped around me, still trying to understand how my day had turned from reading in the sunroom to preparing for an elite event with Kian Wilson.“I don’t understand why you’re doing all this,” Ivory muttered under her breath as she zipped up the last garment bag and placed it beside the others on the long leather couch. She didn’t look at me. Her voice was clipped, her movements stiff. “She’s just a surrogate, Kian. This is too much.”I paused at the door of the suite, my hands frozen on the silky robe I was

NORA Ivory blinked, caught off guard—but only for a second. She recovered fast, straightened her spine like she was used to taking hits and walking away from them untouched.Kian turned slowly, face unreadable. “Ivory,” he said, voice low, calm, controlled. Too controlled. “Go home and rest.”She hesitated. “It’s late. I could just sleep in the guest—”“No.” His tone dropped lower. “You’ve done enough for today. Go home.”And then I cleared my throat, “Miss Ivory, your boss is a married man now, you should now learn to adapt.” “Go home now.” Kian said firmly with a wide smile.She gave him a long, unreadable look. Then she nodded once, tight, stiff. “As you wish, Mr. Wilson.”The door closed behind her without another word.I didn’t move. I just watched him. Still in his expensive wedding suit, still perfect, still distant.Kian walked back toward the table. His eyes flicked over the food, then to me. “Did you make this?”“No,” I deadpanned. “The chef you didn’t employ, whipped it u

NORAThe air thickened instantly.I blinked, stunned by the bluntness, the weight of those four words.“We are?” I asked, like maybe I hadn’t heard him right.“Yes,” he said again, calm and firm. “It’s part of the arrangement. Natural conception. No doctors unless necessary. No artificial methods. Just us.”I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. “Right.”His gaze never wavered. “You can back out now.”“No,” I said, voice rough. “I said okay.”He nodded once and stepped closer. Not invading, just… present. “Then we’ll begin tomorrow. Tonight, you rest. You’ve been through hell.”I couldn’t argue with that.Ivory appeared at the doorway like she’d been waiting for the cue. She didn’t look surprised—just efficient, already knowing what to do.“This way, Mrs. Wilson,” she said, her voice smooth as silk.I flinched. “I’m not—”“You will be,” Kian cut in.His certainty made my stomach twist. It wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t hopeful.It was inevitable.Ivory led me through the pristine hallw

TESSAThe alarm blasted like a fire drill.I groaned, slapped at my phone blindly until the noise died, and buried my face back into the pillow.Why did mornings exist?Why did I agree to this fake girlfriend nonsense?Why did Leo Santiago still smell like heaven even through a jersey?Wait—I sat up suddenly, eyes adjusting to the daylight pouring through the window.And froze.Chloe was standing in front of my mirror.Wearing Leo’s jersey.Like it was hers.Like she owned it.Like she wasn’t committing wardrobe-level treason right in front of me.“Chloe.” My voice was a mix of horror and sleep. “What the hell are you doing?”She turned, all bright-eyed and proud. “It’s cute, right? I saw it hanging on your chair. I assumed it was a freebie from your press event or something.”My mouth opened. Then closed. Then it opened again.“That’s not— It’s not for you.” I scrambled out of bed, practically lunging at her. “Hand it over. Now.”She blinked at me. “Relax, psycho. I didn’t stretch i

TESSAThe flashbulbs didn’t stop.The screaming. The chaos. The questions.But all I could hear was my heartbeat—and Leo’s voice from moments ago.“You don’t remember me, do you?”I remembered now. Every inch of him. The boy with the busted lip who stood between me and three girls in the locker room hallway. The boy who handed me his hoodie when I cried through detention. The boy who left a crumpled letter in my locker with words I was too scared to believe at the time.Leo Santiago.My childhood hero.My first almost.Now standing beside me, pretending to be my boyfriend—while the entire world lost their mind around us.Reporters lunged forward.“LEO! Did you two really date in high school?!”“Is this why she moved cities?!”“Is she the girl you wrote that note to?!”Leo didn’t flinch. He reached for my hand. Not for show this time.His fingers were warm. Familiar. Real.I didn’t know what I was doing, but I squeezed his hand back.Then the crowd surged forward too fast.“Run,” he mu

TESSA“What picture is this?” Sloane asked, her voice low, almost too calm to trust.I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. My throat felt like sandpaper.“Oh my goodness,” she breathed. Her eyes scanned the screen again. “And here I thought we wouldn’t have any problems—now they’re digging out many things. And why do you have this picture? Was this injury an abuse from someone? In high school or at home?”I nodded slightly, barely. My eyes stung, but I didn’t blink.“Listen, nodding your head won’t help us right now, it wouldn’t answer all the questions the public are about to throw at us.” Sloane yelled at me, her voice cracking.“Hold on, it’s been long, so I am trying to remember what happened. But this picture…” I whispered, shaking my head, “I didn’t take this picture myself, I was turning back to the camera so obviously this picture didn’t come from me. And I don’t even know who took it.”Sloane looked at me, really looked. For the first time, her tone wasn’t icy, it wasn’t calcula

TESSAI blinked at her.Fake dating?Was she serious?Sloane looked dead serious. Like she just drafted a ten-point strategy plan in her head and was ready to bulldoze through anything—or anyone—that didn’t cooperate.“This isn’t a joke,” she said sharply, crossing her arms like some kind of PR principal ready to give me detention for breathing wrong. “We don’t have time for second opinions. We have a crisis. A real one. And Leo’s image is priority.”I stepped back, heart slamming like it was trying to break out of my chest. “I’m not a celebrity. I’m not even full-time. I write copy for coffee ads and then I report things, I am just a low reporter trying to build her career to the top.”Sloane rolled her eyes. “And now you’re the girl the world saw fall into Leo Santiago’s lap like a rom-com scene gone viral. Welcome to the big leagues.”“This is insane,” I whispered, more to myself.She stepped forward, her stilettos clicking like warning shots. “You want to quit? Go ahead. But your

TESSAI was still dazed. Still dying. My foot throbbed. My pride was in shambles.Sloane didn’t say a word to me. She just marched off with Leo right behind her, signaling the event was officially over. People started muttering. Some clapped. Some just kept filming me like I was the halftime show of a championship game.I turned to leave—go breathe, cry, maybe throw up—but instinct and stupidity made me follow them.I didn’t realize until it was too late that I had trailed them into the VIP corridor.Sloane paused, typed in a code on a sleek black door, and pushed it open.Leo stepped in.I stepped in right after—And the door slammed shut behind me.Sloane turned.I turned.We all froze.Oh no.Oh crap.Oh for the love of—this was not the press room.Leo’s suite.A penthouse-style lounge, sleek as sin. Big couch. A minibar. A huge screen still playing the tail end of the Q&A. One of Leo’s jerseys framed on the wall. His gym bag on the chair. His cologne already in the air.I was insi

TESSA“Tessa, you’re needed right now. Leo Santiago is doing a live Q&A with fans and you’re covering it,” Katerina said, thrusting a thick folder into my chest.I blinked. “Wait—what? Nobody told me I’d be—”“The reporter scheduled for it is stuck in traffic, and you’re the only one available. Please, just go. They’re waiting for you.” She didn’t wait for me to object. She was already halfway down the corridor, heels clicking like gunshots.“I’m not even dressed for this,” I muttered, glancing down at my oversized button-up, coffee stain just below my waistline like a sad trophy. I looked like I’d fallen out of a laundry basket. Because I had. Twice. This morning.No time to change.Before I could turn and run, a studio assistant appeared and all but herded me like cattle toward the main media room. Giant screens lit up the dark corners of the hall. Cameras everywhere. A large crowd of reporters already seated, scribbling notes and whispering like vultures in heels.I stepped in, awk