Novelas de Temi

The palace of Valora had never known a day without chaos, but that morning began differently. A soft hush lingered in the royal chambers, broken only by birdsong drifting through the tall windows. Then— A piercing shriek. “Carl!” Ariel suddenly leaped from their bed, her hair flying wildly as she dashed toward the bathroom. Carl, lying half-asleep with his hair in a tousled mess, blinked lazily at the ceiling. Then the memory of everything slammed back into his brain—the sleepless nights, the never-ending crying of infants, the seven miracles that had turned their palace into a nursery. His heart stopped cold. “Oh no… no, no, no,” he muttered, springing out of bed like a soldier under attack. He stumbled after Ariel and pressed his ear to the bathroom door, whispering cautiously, “Ariel… please don’t tell me you’re throwing up again?” Her muffled voice shot back, sharp and impatient. “What the hell, Carl? How many months are the kids no

The honeymoon days had passed in golden bliss. For Adrian, Lilian, and Charlotte, every sunrise had been filled with laughter, playful quarrels, and boundless affection. But as all seasons do, the honeymoon too came to an end. On their last morning, Charlotte stood by the balcony of the seaside villa, gazing at the horizon with dreamy eyes. The waves shimmered under the kiss of dawn. She sighed softly. “I will truly miss this place,” she whispered, clutching Lilian’s hand as though afraid the memory might slip away. Lilian chuckled, brushing a loose strand of hair from Charlotte’s cheek. “You sentimental goose. Yes, it was paradise… but now we’re going back to real life. And real life, with Adrian, is about to be much more exciting.” The two women exchanged a conspiratorial smile. When Adrian finally emerged from the room—still rubbing sleep from his eyes—they both linked arms with him. “Ready, Your Highness?” Lilian teased. “Whether you’re ready or n

That night in the hotel, the atmosphere was calm and glowing with soft golden light. The curtains swayed gently with the night breeze, and the city lights glittered far below like a thousand stars. Charlotte leaned against Adrian’s shoulder, her smile gentle and full of warmth. Her voice was soft but firm, like someone speaking from the depth of her heart. “Thank you, husband,” she whispered. “I’m so excited… I never thought I’d find such happiness.” Then, turning her gaze to Lilian, Charlotte’s eyes shimmered. “And thank you too, Lilian, for making me part of this family. I never imagined an orphan like me could share a home—and a husband—with the president’s daughter. It still feels like a dream. Ariel was the first to give me hope, but you, Lilian… you did not reject me. And finally, our husband—our crown—accepted me too. How could I not be grateful?” Lilian’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. She reached for Charlotte’s hands, gripping them with sincerity.

The honeymoon began with laughter. Charlotte and Lilian, glowing in matching silk gowns, walked hand-in-hand down the polished marble steps of the hotel while Adrian followed a few steps behind. His head was bowed, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his mind still reeling from the absurdity of everything that had happened at the wedding. God has truly blessed me, he thought silently. But how do I even thank Him? Me — a man with two wives. Am I dreaming? When Charlotte glanced back, she saw her husband lost in thought, his brow furrowed as though he was solving a kingdom’s crisis instead of enjoying his honeymoon. She nudged Lilian and giggled. Together, the two brides rushed back, linked their arms around him, and tugged hard. “Stop thinking so much, my lord husband!” Lilian teased, her voice soft but playful. “You married us, not a library of worries,” Charlotte added. Before Adrian could respond, both of them pulled him along, their laughter ringing li

The great hall of Valora glittered brighter than the stars themselves. Chandeliers dripped with golden light, flowers hung from the rafters in cascades of white and crimson, and music floated through the air like honey. Guests filled every corner — nobles in their finest robes, servants sneaking peeks from behind pillars, and even townsfolk pressed close to the windows, determined not to miss the kingdom’s most talked-about event. Adrian, the ever-serious surgeon-prince, stood in the center dressed in robes of white and gold. To his left stood Charlotte, radiant and teary-eyed, while to his right stood Lilian, her smile soft yet full of nervous energy. The sight alone was enough to send whispers racing across the hall. “Two brides?” one noblewoman gasped behind her fan. “Only in Valora,” another muttered, barely containing her laughter. King Zubrel clapped his hands and raised his voice. “Let it be known — today, my son Adrian weds not one, but two wives. A bon

The palace was never this noisy. From dawn, laughter and music echoed through every corridor, spilling into the streets of Valora. Nobles in glittering robes, ministers with proud steps, and even townsfolk sneaking peeks at the grand decorations whispered the same thing: “Prince Adrian is finally marrying… not one, but two wives.” The grand hall sparkled with gold drapes, chandeliers swaying with crystals, and flower petals scattered across the aisle. The atmosphere was so charged that even the guards could barely keep a straight face. Carl stood at the entrance with Ariel in his arms—still refusing to let her walk—while their seven children were safely under Isabella’s watchful eye. The crowd’s eyes followed Carl as much as Adrian. Ariel whispered in his ear, cheeks burning, “Carl, this is not your wedding. Put me down.” But Carl only muttered stubbornly, “I nearly lost you. For today, I’ll carry you even if it kills me.” The crowd laughed, adding fuel to

⭐ SHATTERED TRUST Lilian didn’t wait.The moment the news finished loading on her phone, she grabbed her bag and rushed out of the apartment.Her heart pounded the entire ride to Ethan Brook Group.Every red light felt like an insult.Every wasted second felt like Aiden slipping farther away from her.When she arrived, she didn’t slow down.Her heels struck the marble floor sharply as she stormed through the lobby.Employees turned to look, whispering, but she didn’t care.She pushed open Ethan’s office door without knocking.Fortunately, he was there.Standing by the window, his back to her, phone in his hand, staring at the city as if nothing in the world was wrong.Lilian shut the door behind her.The sound echoed.She didn’t greet him.Her eyes burned with hurt and fury.“Tell me it’s a lie,” Lilian said coldly.Ethan turned slowly.“The engagement. Tell me it’s a lie.”He frowned.“What are you talking about?”“The news,” she snapped, walking closer.“Tell me it’s fake.”Ethan’s

SILENT TRAPS Lilian looked at the two men, her eyes filled with fear and exhaustion.“Can we really not do this now?” she asked weakly.Alexandra opened his mouth to answer, but Ethan had already reached for the car keys.“We’re taking my car,” Ethan said firmly.Alexandra studied him for a second, then nodded.“That’s fine.”Without another word, they walked out together and drove into the night.The moment they arrived at the location, hope didn’t disappear.It bled out slowly.The abandoned docks stretched endlessly before them, dark and lifeless under the pale moonlight.Rusty containers stood like graves.Broken crates rolled softly as the cold wind brushed past them.Too quiet.Dangerously quiet.Searchlights swept across the empty space.Left.Right.Again.Nothing.No child.No footprints.No sign of a struggle.Not even a distant cry carried by the wind.Only the sound of waves slamming gently against metal, as if the sea itself was whispering secrets.Lilian sat in the bac

ALLIES IN THE DARK The night grew heavier.Inside Ethan Brook’s mansion, tension hung in the air like smoke that refused to clear.Screens glowed. Phones rang. Men moved in and out, receiving orders.Lilian stood close to Ethan in the middle of the room, arms wrapped around herself, trembling.Her eyes were already filled with tears.“Please, Ethan… we must not lose Aiden,” she whispered.Ethan watched her quietly.For the first time in years, she didn’t look like the woman who hated him.She looked like a mother who was breaking.He stepped closer and gently touched her shoulder.“Lilian… we will find him.”She lifted her broken gaze to his.“We must,” she muttered. “He’s your son, Ethan. We have to.”“I know,” Ethan said calmly. “We will.”Her voice cracked.“If anything happens to my son, Ethan… I will never forgive myself… or you. Even in death.”Ethan met her eyes.“Then stay here. Let’s fix it together.”🕵️ The Search BeginsEthan turned to his men.“Track every camera from m

Night had swallowed the city.Inside Ethan Brook’s mansion, everything was quiet—until the gates burst open.“ETHAN!”Lilian stormed inside like a hurricane, her heels striking the marble floor as tears blurred her vision.“Bring out my baby!”The guards rushed forward.“Ma’am, you can’t—”“Move!” she screamed.At the sound of her voice, Ethan froze upstairs.He rushed down.The moment he appeared, Lilian broke free from the guards and ran to him.Before he could speak—She shoved him.“How dare you kidnap my child, Ethan!”Ethan staggered.“What?”“Don’t pretend!” Lilian cried. “Bring out my son! Bring out Aiden right now!”Her voice echoed through the hall.“AIDEN!”She looked around wildly, hoping her voice would reach him if he was hidden somewhere.Ethan stared at her, confused, shaken.“Lilian… what are you talking about?”She pointed at him, trembling.“That is my child alone! You have no right! If you touch him, I swear I’ll drag you to court and destroy you!”Tears streamed d

⭐ THE BOY WHO NEVER CAME HOMEMorning arrived quietly.Soft sunlight slipped through the curtains of Lilian’s apartment, painting the walls gold. Outside, the city was already awake—cars glided past, horns murmured, footsteps echoed from below.In the kitchen, Lilian moved carefully, packing two lunchboxes with practiced hands. She slipped fruits beside sandwiches, checking everything twice like a mother who never stopped worrying.At the mirror, Aria brushed her hair lazily, still half-asleep.At the dining table, Aiden sat too still.His laptop was open.But he wasn’t watching cartoons.He was searching.Maps.Routes.Building layouts.On the screen: Ethan Brook Group Headquarters.His small fingers typed fast, copying addresses, memorizing floors, studying entrances like a little detective on a secret mission.Lilian noticed.She paused, watching him for a second, then walked closer and gently closed the laptop.“Aiden,” she said softly, “what are you doing on the computer this ear

⭐ AFTER THE STORMThe car moved steadily through the quiet streets, streetlights flashing past the windows like fading thoughts, but Lilian felt completely lost inside it. Her hands rested in her lap, fingers curled tightly, as though holding herself together required effort.Alexandra glanced at her more than once. Each time, he saw the same thing—distance. Her silence wasn’t empty; it was heavy, the kind that came after too much had been said, and too much had been taken without permission.“Ethan…” he said at last, his voice careful, controlled. “Is he your husband?”Lilian turned to him slowly. Her eyes were tired, rimmed with pain, yet firm in a way that told him this was not a wound she would explain easily.“He’s my ex.”The word lingered between them.Alexandra paused, his grip tightening slightly on the steering wheel. “I’m sorry.”She nodded faintly, as if apologies had long lost their meaning. After a moment, she spoke again.“Please stop here.”He frowned, instinctively ch