Novels by Anthonia Writes

Boundaries Tested ~ Elena ~ That morning, I found myself lingering in my room longer than usual. Sunlight poured in through the curtains, but I stayed put. My thoughts were a chaotic storm, swirling around the life I was living and the role I felt I had to play. Lately, it felt like my existence had been reduced to whatever Alexander wanted from me. Every look, every touch, every interaction seemed to revolve around him asserting his dominance, and I was beginning to feel a sense of bitterness creeping in. Today, I decided it was time for a change. No more smiles just to please him, no more silent acceptance when he treated me like an object. I wouldn’t greet him. I wouldn’t answer his questions. I wouldn’t let him use me as a toy to satisfy some urge and then leave me behind in the aftermath. When I heard his car pull into the driveway, I stood my ground. Instead, I walked over to the door, made sure it was locked, and took a deep breath. A flicker of defiance sparked within me.

The Morning After ~ Elena ~ The morning sun poured in through the curtains, warming my skin, but it did nothing to ease the tight knot of anxiety in my stomach. I shifted under the sheets, painfully aware of the empty space beside me. Alexander was gone. Again. The silence in the penthouse felt heavier than ever, and I hugged the pillow to my chest, wishing I could just vanish. I thought back to last night, the way he had moved against me, taken me. It was rough, intense, and completely overwhelming. My body still buzzed with the memory, but my mind was screaming that I shouldn’t let myself feel anything for him, not after all the pain, the indifference, the coldness. I got up slowly, slipping into a robe, and headed to the kitchen. Maybe a cup of coffee would help ease the knot in my stomach. I was halfway to the counter when I heard the soft click of his briefcase closing. “Morning,” I said cautiously, turning to see him fully dressed for work, looking sharp in his suit, his ha

A Night To Remember ~ Elena ~ The days after the gala felt like a routine I never signed up for, yet here I was, living it. Alexander was buried in work, putting in long hours, while I stayed behind in the penthouse. He’d leave in the mornings with barely a word, come home late, often way too late, and usually head straight to his office or his room. We managed to share dinner only twice, and even then, the conversation was sparse. I tried to shake off thoughts of Victoria, but it was like trying to catch smoke with my bare hands. Every time I remembered the way he smiled at her, my heart would twist painfully. He had never looked at me like that. By the third night, I had given up on waiting for him. I curled up in bed with a book until sleep finally claimed me. I was deep in slumber when I heard the door to my bedroom creak open. I stirred but didn’t fully wake up until I felt something warm against my thigh. At first, I thought I was dreaming. My body reacted instinctively, sh

The Morning After ~ Elena ~The first morning of my marriage felt strangely surreal. I woke up in a bed that seemed way too big, in a room that wasn’t familiar, next to a man who had decided not to stick around. The space beside me was untouched, the sheets still perfectly smooth.I got up slowly, changed out of the wrinkled wedding dress I had fallen asleep in, and slipped into a robe I found hanging in the closet. As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I noticed my pale complexion and the puffiness around myself eyes from the tears I had fought back the night before.I told myself to stop fixating on it. This was the life I had been thrust into, and I had to find a way to cope.When I walked into the kitchen, Alexander was already there. He was dressed in a navy suit, holding a cup of coffee, with his phone resting on the counter. His presence filled the room, even though he didn’t look at me right away.“Morning,” he said in a flat tone.“Morning,” I replied quietly.Finally,

Marriage Proposal ~ Elena ~"Do you, Elena Moretti, take Alexander Drake as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"The priest’s voice echoed through the majestic cathedral. My throat felt dry, and my palms were clammy beneath the silk gloves my mother insisted I wear. Every pair of eyes in the room was fixed on me. My father sat in the front pew, stiff and unreadable, as if this moment was just another business deal he was overseeing. To him, it probably was.I stole a quick glance at Alexander. He didn’t return my gaze. His eyes were focused straight ahead, his jaw set like stone, dark hair slicked back perfectly, and his tailored suit as sharp as the intensity in his stare. I had never seen a groom look so eager to be anywhere but here."I do," I whispered.The words felt heavy, like chains clinking around my wrists.The priest looked at him intently. "Do you, Alexander Drake, take Elena Moretti..""I do."