Romances de N.A. Deborah

I had stared at the message for another minute before locking my phone. No. Whoever had sent it wasn't getting a reaction out of me. It was probably Bianca trying to claw at whatever dignity she had left. Petty threats were exactly the sort of thing she'd resort to now that she'd lost everything. ...Right? The confidence I'd forced into that thought crumbled almost as quickly as it came. Bianca was spiteful, yes, but the wording of the message unsettled me. It didn't sound emotional. It sounded... Certain. I frowned before shaking my head. I was overthinking. And so I ignored it. I probably shouldn't, infact, I think the most logical path of action would be to hand everything over to the cops but no, I didn't. I wouldn't do it because it's most probably Bianca trying to make silly threats from the detention center. How did she even get a phone? I should definitely get the number traced at least. I don't... "What are you thinking about?" Maverick's voice pull

The plane ride home should have been exhilarating but unfortunately, it wasn't. I never thought I'd have to fight my own family—not like they behaved family like anyway—at all. The plan was to get back my husband but if getting him back meant dealing with Lisa and Bianca, I would not back down for shit. Maverick was working on his laptop the entire flight to Hawaii or so I thought. I, on the other hand had tires spinning in my head. In what ways could I possibly teach Lisa a lesson such that she learns never to defame my name again? What could I possibly do or say that Dad's influence wouldn't disrupt? Ezra cried from his nursery on the plane and I went over to him. Seemed like the little guy was hungry. I fed and cleaned him up before burping him and putting him to bed to sleep. We're in for a long night, I had no plans of it being unbearably noisy and unproductive. A few minutes later, I went to the restroom with my skincare products in hand. I certainly had to have my night ro

I palmed my left cheek with my left hand and blinked twice to clear my vision. In front of me stood a raging Lisa. "How dare you steal Maverick two times in a row?!" It's the audacity for me. With shaky hands, that I tried to control from returning the slap and numerous deep breaths, I was finally able to level my voice and respond to her. "I hope you have enough evidence to back up what you just said because you will be hearing from my lawyer and as long as I am alive, I will make sure you serve time in jail. I have no time for you and your childish antics." With that I took my baby's stroller and left. I heard footsteps behind me—following me—probably Maverick. When I got to my car, he—Maverick—stopped me. "Come to my place. I know you don't have any place to stay here in Abu Dhabi. Let me take care of you. Please." I didn't want to agree. I hadn't been to the Shelby Manor in over seven years. I didn't want to go back to being his maid. "No, you have no help at home an

“If anyone has a reason why these two should not be joined in holy matrimony,” the priest intoned, his voice echoing through the vaulted ceiling, “speak now, or forever remain silent.” The words hung in the air—sacred, expectant—until the church doors creaked open. I walked in. Stroller in hand. The Chief Sheriff and a swarm of paparazzi trailed behind me like a storm. Camera flashes cut through the colored light streaming from the stained-glass windows. My heels struck the marble floor in slow, deliberate rhythm, each click slicing through the hush. “I have more than one reason against this union,” I said evenly. Every head turned. Faces shifted from confusion to shock. Whispers swelled like ripples in still water. Everyone stared—everyone except Bianca and her minion, Lisa, who, unsurprisingly, stood frozen at the altar in her perfect maid-of-honor gown. Shocking. I offered them a curt smile, sharp enough to cut glass, then turned to the priest, refusing to let my gaz

"How is that possible? Maverick I swear I haven't been with another man since we started dating, I swear." I said trying to save as much space as possible. Maverick looked broken. "But I told you to tell me the truth. I won't hate you, I'll always love you no matter what. All you had to do was tell me the truth. I'm sorry we can't continue. You made me actually believe that he's mine when—" "But he is yours" I screeched. I do know when exactly I had started crying but I had. Tears flowed from my eyes like water flowing from a water fountain—endlessly. "That'll not what the fucking test says you bitch!" Bianca said to me. Just then a the voice of an old filtered through from the door. "Now that it has been confirmed that the child is yours, Mr. Shelby, I won't allow you to let her alone. You must marry my grand daughter, Bianca and make her the Lady of the Shelby Manor." I looked towards where the voice came from and saw Lisa beside the old man. So that was their plan,

“What do you mean by that? It’s yours, of course!”The words flew out of my mouth sharper than I intended, slicing the thick silence between us.My chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, anger and exhaustion burning in my throat. Maverick’s eyes stayed fixed on me for a heartbeat — cold, unreadable, like he was trying to find something in my face. Then slowly, his expression softened.The tension around his jaw eased; his shoulders dropped. His voice came out low, rough, almost weary.“You’re right,” he murmured finally, rubbing a hand over his face as if the fight had drained him. “Let’s go to work. Bianca is causing trouble for us.”He pushed himself up from the couch, the fabric groaning under his weight. I followed, even though every muscle in my body screamed to stay put. My stomach clenched. There was something in his voice — an edge I couldn’t name, like he was preparing himself for something worse.---The morning sun was harsh when we stepped outside. It sliced through the