Novels by Lady-Noir

Calvin closed his eyes in his office chair. The lights in the office were still brightly lit, but his head felt heavy. Somehow, his thoughts had been drifting more and more often without permission. He took a deep breath, then slowly let it out.Yet the memory still came.That night, the rain was pouring heavily. Calvin came home late, his steps unsteady. The smell of alcohol clung strongly to his body. As soon as the front door opened, Camelia immediately stood up from the sofa.“Calvin?” Her voice trembled. “You drank again?”Calvin didn’t answer. He kicked off his shoes carelessly, then took a few steps before his body swayed. Camelia reflexively grabbed his arm.“Don’t touch me,” Calvin growled as he brushed her hand away, though his strength didn’t match his words.Camelia didn’t step back. Her face turned pale. “You’re very cold. Have you taken your medicine?”“Annoying,” Calvin replied. He rubbed his temple. His breathing was heavy, his forehead starting to sweat.Camelia looke

The next morning.Calvin stood in front of the bedroom mirror, adjusting the cuffs of the white shirt he was wearing. Behind him, Tata moved back and forth with focused concentration, making sure Calvin’s work outfit looked perfect.“The shirt fits well,” Tata said with a smile. “This gray tie matches too, right?”Calvin glanced briefly at the mirror’s reflection. His brows immediately furrowed.“Are you sure?” he asked coldly.Tata fell silent for a moment. “Why?”“A white shirt with a dark gray tie and a navy blue suit,” Calvin replied flatly. “They don’t match.”Tata stiffened. “But… I thought—”“That’s enough,” Calvin cut her off. He removed the tie and placed it on the table. “Don’t do it again next time.”Tata tensed. “What do you mean?”“Don’t prepare my work clothes anymore,” Calvin continued. “I’ll take care of it myself.”His tone wasn’t loud, but it was enough to make Tata feel sharply reprimanded.“Oh,” Tata replied softly. “Alright.”She lowered her head, her fingers twis

Morning had not fully arrived when Calvin stood on the second-floor balcony of his house. Cold air seeped through the thin shirt he was wearing, but he didn’t care. Both of his hands rested on the balcony railing, his eyes fixed on the sky that was still dark.The bedroom light behind him was still on.Samantha had stayed the night in that house.Soft footsteps were heard. Calvin didn’t turn around. He already knew who it was. The next second, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist from behind.“You haven’t slept yet?” Samantha asked gently. “Or did you just wake up?”Calvin remained silent. That touch should have felt familiar. Yet for some reason, his body stiffened instead. Not because he disliked it, but because his mind drifted elsewhere.In the past, whenever he stood on the balcony like this, Camelia would always come. Without many words. Without waiting for permission. The woman would hug him from behind, rest

Chapter 6Night once again swallowed the city beneath its glittering lights. In a dim, exclusive bar, Calvin sat in his favorite corner. His suit jacket was unbuttoned, his tie loosened, and a glass of wine was nearly empty in his hand.“Another drink,” he said shortly to the bartender.Ronal, standing beside him, immediately stopped him. “Sir, that’s enough. The doctor has already warned you. Your stomach hasn’t fully recovered yet.”Calvin shot him a sharp glance. “Since when did you become my doctor?”“I’m only doing my duty,” Ronal replied calmly. “You’ve had too much to drink tonight.”Calvin let out a low chuckle. “Too much?” He lifted his glass slightly. “I don’t even feel anything yet.”Ronal sighed. “Sir, it’s been two months. Madam hasn’t returned.”The words made Calvin’s hand freeze in midair. He drained his wine in one gulp, then set the glass down with a rather loud sound.“Don’t ment

Two months passed without any news from Camelia.Calvin was still sitting in his office chair, staring at the dark screen of his phone. There were no missed calls. No messages. Not a single sign that Camelia intended to return.“Is she really going to leave me?” he muttered irritably.Ronal stood in front of Calvin’s desk, maintaining a cautious posture. “Sir, there’s a meeting in ten minutes.”“Cancel it,” Calvin replied curtly.Ronal hesitated. “It’s an important meeting with the investors—”“I said cancel it,” Calvin cut him off. “I’m not in the mood.”Ronal nodded and left.Calvin rubbed his face roughly. In his mind, one sentence kept looping endlessly: She will definitely beg. But as day after day passed, that certainty began to feel fragile. Every time the front door opened, he turned with the same hope. Every time his phone vibrated, his chest tightened in vain.“What are you waiting for?” Calvin laughed at himself. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”Yet the anger never truly came

The front door closed softly after Samantha left. The sound of her footsteps faded away, leaving behind a silence that felt strange in the living room.Calvin was still sitting on the sofa. His body leaned back, one arm hanging loosely at his side. The living room lights were still on, yet the atmosphere felt cold. He let out a long breath.“What’s wrong with me?” he muttered softly.Just moments ago, Samantha had kissed his lips. The woman he had been waiting for all this time. The woman he claimed to love. Yet there was no racing heartbeat, no urge to return the kiss. Everything felt empty.Calvin closed his eyes, trying to drive away the images forming in his mind.Camelia always appeared whenever he closed his eyes.He opened them again irritably. “Damn it.”The doorbell rang.Calvin turned sharply, then stood up and opened the door. Ronal stood there with a serious expression.“Sir,” Ronal greeted respectfully.“Come in,” Calvin replied shortly.Ronal stepped inside and stood bef