Novels by Soft tems

Heaven__Amanda stood, already tapping something into her phone. “We’re behind schedule. Shoes.”“Behind schedule for what?” I asked.She didn’t look up. “For everything.”“Everything? The wedding is in two days… right?”She didn’t respond.The shoe room was smaller but also more intimidating.Glass shelves. Spotlights. Rows of heels.Vivian gestured elegantly. “We selected options based on the gowns.”“Of course you did,” Faye whispered beside me. “Because apparently Daniel.”That again.I sat down, letting Vivian slip the first pair onto my feet—delicate, ivory heels with tiny straps.I stood.Wobbling.Faye grabbed my arm. “Okay, maybe not this. We need you alive for the wedding to happen.”Amanda glanced up. “You’ll learn.”“I have two days,” I said flatly.“You have less,” she corrected.I’m stunned. I’m completely at a loss for words. “What do you mean by less?”She didn’t respond; I swallow whatever I am about to say. I thought she is the nice one, but I guess spending time wit

Heaven__The next day came too fast.I barely slept, my brain replaying everything from how I met Daniel to our kiss in the car and now our wedding in three days.“Wake up, our bride-to-be!” Faye’s voice blasted through the room louder than an alarm. I groaned into my pillow, pulling the blanket over my head. “Shut up, Faye!! I have a migraine and I’m still sleeping.”She yanked the blanket off me anyway. “Up, up, we have a million-dollar dress to try on today.”That statement made my migraine worse. Why wear a million-dollar dress to a fake wedding?***By 1:45 PM, we were standing in front of Berta Bridal with a cup of black coffee. Faye keeps saying it will make me feel better before we get to our destination, and I swear my soul keeps leaving my body as we are standing outside waiting for Amanda and I don’t feel better.This place is screaming money.Glass doors. Soft lighting. Dresses that looks like they belonged in a museum instead of on actual human beings.Faye grabbed my ar

Heaven___Daniel leaned back in his chair, a weird smirk spreading across his face as he was about to toss out the condition from that crazy head of his. "The condition is you work for me at my company. Part-time, flexible hours around your school schedule."I felt a crazy spark of frustration. I already juggle school and the restaurant; why on earth would he want me to work for him also? "I already work at the restaurant, and I'm in school full-time. How on earth do you expect me to work for you too?" I asked, trying to keep my tone even.Daniel looked straight into my eyes. "You'd be working for me if you still want to work at the restaurant; that will be your choice, and working for me will be worth your while—I'll pay for your school fees and your friend’s, and you still get a paycheck. Plus, it'll be... enlightening."I narrowed my eyes, unsure if he was mocking me. "What's the role, and how many hours?""We will talk about that later. Do you want a check or the money sent direct

Heaven___The message was delivered instantly.No reply.I dropped the phone on the couch beside me like I was scared of what would pop out of my screen.“He hasn’t even seen it yet,” Faye said, though her voice sounded scared. She began pacing in the room, which was giving me anxiety. “Billionaires don’t respond to texts immediately, so can you stop pacing? You are freaking me out.”Minutes passed by. My phone still hadn’t beeped, and my laptop screen was still fixed on the scholarship page, fingers tempted to click on the apply button.My phone finally beeped. A new text from Daniel Reddington: “I will reach out to you soon.”I instantly forgot to breathe for a couple of seconds. “What did he say?” "Heaven?" she asked, still pacing in the room. An hour later, a call came in from Daniel. “Hello?”Silence. Then his voice came in low. Intimidating. Controlling.“Heaven,” Daniel said, like he had been waiting for this moment all day. My voice failed me; I slipped from the couch to th

Daniel___Her hand landed on my face. Sound and humiliating. My head jerked slightly from the shock and surprise. I didn’t react; for a couple of seconds the cafe went silent. I sat there while everyone in the cafe whispered to one another. I looked straight into her eyes. She was terrified of herself; her fingers were trembling like she had just committed a crime and was fighting with herself. Her eyes were glassy, people were staring, and phones were already up. Before I could even say a word, she ran out of the cafe. I think I crossed a line I didn’t even know existed at all.My security team moved in immediately, ready to intervene.“Sir, are you okay?”“Do you want us to—“I raised my hand. “Let her go.” I left the cafe, the cool air hitting me. My cheek wasn’t hurting anymore, but it was red. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. The drive back to my penthouse wasn’t really quiet, my phone buzzing nonstop with messages from my PR team, lawyers, and board members, all telling me

Heaven____I didn’t stop walking until the city blurred out in my eyes. My palm hurts from slapping him; I can’t believe I slapped him. I slapped Daniel Reddington. I was standing at the edge of the sidewalk, holding my jacket like my life depended on it. I hailed a taxi and pulled out my phone, but I couldn’t muster the energy to type; I don’t even remember what I was looking for in my phone. My body was shaking, and my heart wouldn’t stop aching. The cold evening breeze was hitting me like a mother would whop her kid, and my hand won’t stop burning.I hailed a taxi again, and a yellow car appeared almost immediately. “Finally,” I said. I climbed into the back seat, sinking into it like it was meant for me. The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror, but I couldn’t look at him. I mumbled my address and closed my eyes for a while, hoping to feel better. When I opened my eyes, I was already in my neighborhood. I paid the driver, not bothering with the change, and stepped out into