Novels by Lylianval

Feisty, fiery, courageous but yet so clueless. The perfect words to describe her. Easily manipulated and lured by her weakness.Pathetic.He gave her a chance, an opportunity to walk away from the lurking danger. But she was soft-hearted, too tender. How could anyone who possessed amiable qualities still lack knowledge of how the world works?Lucien turned off his phone, gently placing it on the glass table in front of him. There was no need to continue reading the background report his man had sent him. It was no different from what he had observed.He took a quick look at his watch, and his brows furrowed. It had been exactly an hour and twenty-six minutes since Elena was gone. Too long just to pack bags.He had an important matter to attend to this morning. Another debtor who had refused to pay up his loan. His men were gathered at his mansion, awaiting his return for them to set off. But yet he was stuck in this clammy apartment waiting for a woman.Lucien reached for his pocket,

"We've arrived, Mrs. Dalton," the guard said, holding the car door open.Elena jolted back to reality, her head lifting from where it had rested against the car window. The familiarity of her surroundings slowly registered. She unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed out. The early morning chill hit her the moment she stepped outside, spreading goosebumps across her skin.Elena's hand flew to her arms, rubbing them to bring warmth to her body."He asked me to give you this," the guard said, holding out a jacket. "He'll be done soon."Elena's eyes trailed from the leather jacket the guard held to Lucien leaning against his car, engaged in a phone call. Even in the darkness, she couldn't fail to notice how striking he looked. He suddenly turned in her direction, and she quickly looked away."I don't need the jacket. I'm going inside," she said, turning to walk away."No, ma'am. The instruction was that you wait till he's through with his call.""What do you mean? I can't go into my own home

"How do you wish to pay? Bank transfer or cheque?" Lucien asked, closing the file. A smug smile curved his lips as he placed it on the table.Elena's nails bit into her palm, her stomach twisted at how entertained he seemed by the whole situation.Her eyes trailed to Jason, his face was buried in his palms, shoulders sunken in defeat. Questions buzzed in her mind, questions she knew she wouldn't get any reasonable answers to."So, Mrs. Dalton." Lucien started, cutting through her trail of thoughts. "We should start processing the payment. The night isn't getting any younger."Elena's gaze returned to Lucien. Her mouth opened a fraction to speak, then closed. Her throat felt tight, the words stuck somewhere between fear and pride.Lucien let out a low, mocking laugh that made her chest tighten. With a quiet shift, he slowly uncrossed his legs and eased them off the table. "You must have changed your mind." He said, leaning forward. "The door's still open. You can leave anytime.""Elena

"Are you out of your mind, Jason?" Elena shouted, her voice cracking. "End this prank right now. I'm not in the mood for games."Jason reached for her hands, gently caressing them. "Do me this last favor, Elena. For the sake of the love we once shared," he pleaded desperately.Elena tore her hands away. "Take me out of here this instant, or I'll call the police." She yanked her purse open, frantically searching for her phone.It was gone. Only her credit card, lip gloss, and a few bills remained. She emptied the contents of the purse onto the floor, disbelief washing over her. She was certain she'd brought her phone along."Don't bother searching," Jason sighed. "I slipped it out of your purse while you weren't looking."Elena's fingers froze. Tears pricked her eyes. "What have I done to deserve this, Jason? I was the perfect wife to you, putting up with all your shortcomings."Jason crouched beside her, rubbing her back as if to console her. "Forgive me this last time. I'll be back f

The relentless clicking shutters and blinding flashes of cameras made Elena's migraine worse. Even the dull ache in her ankle, a reminder of the six-inch heels she wore, wasn't enough to stop her from smiling. She had to. The world was watching, and beside her stood her ex-husband, Jason Dalton.His arm slipped around her waist as they adjusted their pose. The feel of his fingers against her bare back sent goosebumps crawling over her skin. If only her stylist had agreed to the simpler dress she wanted. Then she wouldn't be standing here, half-exposed, pretending to enjoy the touch of the man she once loved."Mrs. Dalton, look this way!" someone shouted from the crowd of photographers.Elena's smile widened, her cheeks ached."Are you cold?" Jason asked, his breath grazing her shoulder."I'm fine," she replied, voice barely above a whisper, smile still playing on her lips.Jason turned a deaf ear to her response. He slipped off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. Elena's