Novels by Kim Alphy

~Arya~I was numb, staring blankly at a plain white ceiling for minutes after I woke up. A faint beeping sound floated into my ears from a distance, forming a rhythm that slowly pulled me back to my reality.My husband knew a lot about me, but he wasn’t privy to one thing - my identity. He had no idea that I was the only heiress of the Manchester empire and not the poor college student who he thought he married. I was back at the day I defied my parents and discarded my inheritance because I wanted to be with Edgar. They had arranged a marriage between me and my childhood friend who was also the son of their business allies. Lucien was the perfect man. Caring, sweet, looks to die for, and to top it all, he had eyes for only me. He had different women worshipping the ground he treaded. But I had deemed our engagement too formal. It was nothing more than a union to keep the wealth in the family, or so I thought.I should have gone along with my parents' plan for me, but I chose to marry

~Arya~"...look way more pretty in that dress than she ever could," he was saying. The woman tipped her head back, her curls dangling behind her as she laughed.“I know. Your wife can never match up to me. It’s good that you see it.” She ran her hand down the skirt of the dress. “I can’t wait to walk down the aisle to you in this.”Clutching my phone, I watched them from the door frame. Who was this woman, and why was she in my wedding dress? The same outfit I wore on the happiest day of my life. Edgar reached for her face and caressed her cheeks, his eyes filled with adoration. It was just the way he had looked at me earlier. “Very soon, we’ll be able to announce her relationship to the world,” she continued. Her soft, velvety voice filled the room as she leaned into his touch. “We have been sneaking around for so long.”He took her hand in his. “Very soon, Lina. We will go public with our relationship very soon. That’s exactly why I planned this vacation. Now that the paperwork fo

~Arya~Hours passed since I landed in Hawaii. I’d taken a shower, had a meal and tried to drift off to sleep. But no matter how much I tried, it just didn’t work. The last text I had received kept flashing in my head. I pondered over the message, compared the contact of the sender with the contacts saved on my phone, yet I still couldn’t figure out who had sent it. After a long time of tossing and turning in bed, I finally gave up and padded to the living room where Edgar was working on his laptop. I lowered myself on the sofa beside him silently. He glanced at me for a split second before turning his attention back to the screen before him.“Can I have a look at the papers I signed earlier?” I asked him. He froze. His fingers hovered above the keyboard as he turned to me.“Why?”There was something unsettling about it. I didn’t know if it was as a result of the years of training I had received growing up, but my instincts bugged me. “I never had the chance to read through it.”“I did

~Arya~It started with a strange text from an anonymous source as soon as I landed in the airport, one I brushed off as spam.-Catch the next flight back home now, Mrs Sinclair. Your life is in danger.With a roll of my eyes, I silenced the device, dragging my suitcase behind me on the airport floor. The place was packed with people waiting to receive their loved ones, but I was searching for an agent assigned to me from the travel agency I had booked my flight with. My phone buzzed again. Another text.-Your husband is planning to get rid of you, Arya.The informal tone of the message was enough to put me on edge, but I ignored it. I switched the device off and shoved it into the pocket of my pants. My husband loved me to death. He would never cheat on me, let alone harm me. It wasn't the first time I had received texts like that. As the co-founder of one of the biggest real estate companies in America, people sent death threats every now and then. They hated success stories, and the