Novels by DREAMES

The door opened before Ava could even move.She had already shifted her body, already decided she would step back quietly and come another time. She had heard enough to know this was not a conversation meant for her ears. But the handle turned anyway, abrupt and careless, and the door swung outward.Liam stepped out mid stride.He was already pulling his phone from his pocket, his attention halfway elsewhere, his face set in irritation like the argument inside had merely delayed him. He almost walked straight into her.They both stopped.For a second, neither of them spoke.Ava’s body went still on instinct, the same way it always did when she walked into unexpected confrontation. Her spine straightened. Her shoulders squared without conscious thought. She lifted her gaze and held it there, calm on the surface even as her pulse jumped.Liam looked at her like she was a problem he hadn’t planned for.His eyes moved over her slowly, deliberately, from her face to her clothes and back ag

Greyson did not answer her immediately. He leaned back against the pillows, careful with the movement, his jaw tightening slightly as pain reminded him of his condition. Ava noticed it. The way he hid discomfort out of habit, not pride. The way his eyes stayed sharp even while his body lagged behind. An important man, she thought. Or at least a man used to being in control. “An offer,” he repeated finally, like he was tasting the word. “From a stranger who pulled me out of a wreck.” “Yes.” “That’s not how my nights usually go.” “Mine either.” That earned her a brief look. Curiosity. He shifted his gaze to the door, then back to her, as if silently calculating how much privacy he truly had. “You said you overheard a conversation,” he said. “That tells me you were eavesdropping.” “I was waiting for my own results,” Ava replied. “Hospitals are good places for people to say things they don’t want said out loud.” He studied her more closely now. Her bruised cheek. The way she st

She had signed the papers. Packed her things. Walked away from ten years of devotion like she was shedding a skin that no longer fit.The night air felt sharper than she expected when she stepped outside. Cold enough to bite through the thin fabric of her sleeves. The house behind her stayed lit, bright and alive, like nothing had ended at all. Like she hadn’t just been erased from it.Ava didn’t look back.She walked down the driveway with her bag over her shoulder and suitcase in hand, her movements controlled. Her hands shook slightly, but she didn’t stop walking. She refused to let that house see her hesitate. She reached her car, opened the door, and sat behind the wheel for a moment longer than necessary.Only then did she let out a breath.Her phone buzzed in her hand. A message from Landon’s lawyer. Formal and Final.She turned the phone off.The engine started smoothly. The road stretched ahead of her, quiet and dark, streetlights spaced far apart. The city felt distant, lik

Ava knew something was wrong the moment she stepped into the house.The lights were all on, far brighter than usual, and the silence felt deliberate. Not the calm silence of a quiet afternoon, She slowed without meaning to, her hand tightening slightly around the strap of her bag as her eyes lifted toward the living room.Everyone was there.Not just Landon and his mother, but extended family members too, seated neatly as though this were a meeting they had planned days in advance. No one looked surprised to see her. No one stood. They were all already settled.Landon sat at the center of the room.Relaxed. Composed. He looked nothing like the distant, irritated man she had been living with for months. Beside him sat Scarlett. His Assistant And sitting way too close.Scarlett’s knee brushed his. Her posture was open, confident. Like She belonged there, and she knew it. One hand rested lightly on her stomach, not protectively, but intentionally, as if she wanted Ava to notice it immed

Ava sat in front of the doctor, her hands folded neatly in her lap as she waited for him to speak about the results.The room smelled faintly of antiseptic and something floral, an attempt at comfort that only made her stomach churn harder. The ticking clock on the wall felt louder than it should have been, each second stretching, dragging, reminding her how long she had waited for this moment. Five years of waiting. Five years of questions no one wanted answered.The doctor adjusted his glasses, eyes scanning the file in his hands. He had that careful look people wore when they were about to say something that couldn’t be taken back.Ava forced her shoulders to relax.She had prepared for this…or at least she thought she had.She had imagined being told there was something wrong with her. Something small, maybe. Something fixable. Or something big enough to finally justify all the whispers, the insults, the disappointment that lived in the Donovan household. At least then, it would m