Novels by Phoenix

The Silent VowElena "Mrs. Blackwood," Dr. Williams said, her voice gentle but serious. "You're experiencing what we call a threatened miscarriage. The bleeding and cramping are warning signs that your body is under severe stress."The words hit me like ice water. My free hand flew to my stomach, covering the tiny life I was already so desperate to protect. "Am I going to lose my baby?""Not necessarily," the doctor said, adjusting her glasses as she studied the ultrasound screen. "The baby's heartbeat is strong, which is a very good sign. But you need to understand, stress, trauma, and physical exhaustion can all trigger complications in early pregnancy."I felt Damien's hand squeeze mine reassuringly, but I could barely focus on anything except the doctor's words."What do I need to do?" I asked, my voice cracking. "I'll do anything to save my baby."Dr. Williams turned the screen toward me, pointing to a tiny flickering spot. "That's your baby's heartbeat. Strong and steady at eig

The Broken WomanElena"How do you know my name?" I asked, taking a step back from the car. My grip tightened on my suitcase handle, every muscle in my body tense and ready to run.Marcus Stone or the man who claimed to be Marcus Stone smiled gently, keeping his hands visible on the steering wheel. "I'm sorry if I startled you. I'm Damien Cross, actually. I own Cross Industries."The name hit me like a thunderbolt. Even in my shattered state, I knew who Damien Cross was. Adrian had spent countless dinner conversations ranting about him, his biggest competitor, the one man who could match his wealth and influence. Adrian called him ruthless, dangerous, a snake in expensive suits."You're Adrian's rival," I said, my voice barely a whisper."I prefer to think of myself as his reality check," Damien said with a wry smile. "But yes, our companies have been... competing for years. I heard about what happened tonight.""You heard?" My stomach dropped. "How could you possibly…""Word travels

The Cruel UltimatumElenaThe silence stretched between us like a taut wire ready to snap. Adrian stared at the pregnancy test on the bathroom floor, his face cycling through emotions I couldn't read. For a moment, just one brief, foolish moment – I dared to hope that maybe this would change everything. Maybe the news of our baby would bring back the man I'd fallen in love with.Then he started laughing.It wasn't the warm, rich laugh I remembered from our early days together. This was something cold and sharp, like broken glass scraping against stone. The sound made my skin crawl."Pregnant," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Of course. Of fucking course.""Adrian, I..""You calculated little bitch." His voice was filled with disgust as he stepped further into the bathroom. "Did you plan this? Is this your pathetic attempt to trap me?"The accusation hit me like a physical blow. "What? No! I had no idea. I'm as shocked as you are.""Are you?" He crouched down and picked up the

The Divorce PapersElenaThe penthouse felt like a tomb when I finally made it home. My hands shook as I fumbled with the key, my body still weak from fainting earlier. The familiar scent of vanilla candles and expensive leather that once comforted me now felt suffocating.I'd waited in Adrian's office for over an hour after pretending to wake up, listening to him make call after call to his lawyer. Each conversation drove the knife deeper into my chest. He spoke about our marriage like it was a failed business merger, discussing asset division and settlement terms with the same cold efficiency he used in board meetings.Now, standing in our marble foyer, I felt like a stranger in my own home. Everything looked the same, the crystal chandelier Adrian had imported from Italy, the painting we'd bought together in Paris during our honeymoon, the fresh orchids the housekeeper arranged every week. But nothing would ever be the same again."Adrian?" I called out, my voice echoing in the vas

The Shattered SurpriseElenaI checked my reflection one last time in the elevator's polished doors, smoothing down the emerald silk dress that hugged my curves. Adrian had once whispered in my ear that this dress made me irresistible, back when his whispers meant something. Back when his eyes would light up when I entered a room instead of dimming with that distant look I'd grown to hate.The elevator dinged softly as it reached the forty-second floor. My heart hammered against my ribs, a mixture of excitement and nervous energy coursing through my veins. Today would be different. Today would mark the beginning of us finding our way back to each other.The bag containing Adrian's favorite Italian lunch from Marcello's weighed heavy in my hands, veal parmesan with that special sauce he always raved about. I'd driven across town during rush hour to get it, nearly getting into two accidents because I kept rehearsing my speech in my head.*I love you, Adrian. I know we've been distant la