Novels by DelfyLane

As Carlton stirred awake, he rolled over reaching out instinctively, but his hand met only cold sheets. Groggily, he opened his eyes, blinking against the sunlight filtering into the room.When he saw the other side of the bed was empty, he sat up, remnants of sleep still clinging to him, and scanned the quiet room.He glanced at the clock on the nightstand, it was ten in the morning.He frowned, running a hand through his tousled hair.He swung his legs over the side of the bed, planting his feet on the plush carpet.He stood, stretching, and took a slow lap around the suite. Her clothes were gone. The only trace of her was the subtle fragrance that still hung in the air.Her scent lingered in the room, a faint tantalizing reminder of her presence.He remembered the night vividly, the intensity, the passion, the way her presence had ignited something in him. But now, she was gone.Frustration gnawed at him. He had just returned to the country the previous day, and the jet lag had hit

Penelope woke up before the sun had fully risen, a thin line of dawn slipped through the heavy hotel curtains, washing the room in pale light.For a moment, she lay still, her mind hazy—until the memories of the previous night came crashing back. Her chest tightened.Carlton lay asleep beside her, his arms loosely draped across her waist, his breathing slow and steady. Carefully, she lifted his arm away and slid out of the bed.Spotting a Louis Vuitton shopping bag resting on the dresser. Without hesitation, she pulled out a simple dress from it and slipped into it, then folded her wedding gown—the symbol of everything that had gone wrong—and gathered it into her arms.The room felt unnaturally quiet, weighed down by reality.Her heart pounded as she approached the door. She paused briefly when she noticed her car keys on the rack. Taking a deep breath, she glanced back at Carlton one last time. He remained asleep, peaceful in the dim light, unaware that this moment would be their onl

Carlton froze, genuinely caught off guard. “You don’t even know me,” he said slowly. “Why would you ask me for something like that?” Penelope felt her cheeks burn with both shame and defiance, stunned by what had just left her lips.“Do you…” she stammered, “…find me attractive?”Silence stretched between them as Carlton’s gaze slowly traveled over her, from head to toe. He ran a hand through his hair, visibly unsettled.“Yes… I mean, you are. But I won’t take advantage of you. Why would you want to have sex with me?” he asked, so full of uncertainty.Penelope took a deep shaky breath, her vulnerability exposed a side of her she rarely allowed anyone to see. Her body wanted to run, but her vulnerability fought the instinct.The room felt too quiet, as though the walls themselves were listening. Penelope could hear her own heartbeat, loud and erratic, each thud reminding her how close she was to unraveling completely. This wasn't a desire guiding her—it was grief, shock, and a despera

Hearing those words didn’t just shatter her; she felt the sting of betrayal cut deep.Her hands trembled as she backed away, tears blurring her vision, her heart pounded as though it might rip her chest apart.Still dressed as a bride, Penelope ran through the hallway like a ghost, carrying a broken heart beneath layers of white silk. Trying to get as far away from them as possible, she ran to her apartment for her car keys, the elevator mirrors reflecting a bride who felt dead.Strangers stared but she didn't seem to care, her heart racing faster than her thoughts. She got into her car and drove as fast as possible. Wanting to escape the thought of breathing the same air as them.She thought of her wedding, but she couldn't go back. She didn't want to see anyone. She didn’t want to face anyone—especially Hillary and Geoffrey.I can’t, she thought.Tears blurred her vision as she drove, and she never saw the car slowing ahead of her. The crash came suddenly—tires screeching, metal sl

Perfection had followed Penelope since birth. From childhood, she wanted only one thing—to marry her first love after college and raise two beautiful children with him, a boy and a girl.And the universe has done exactly what she always wished for, she believed herself to be the luckiest girl on earth.There she was, during her bridal preparation that morning, looking stunning just hours before she would walk down the aisle.Geoffrey, her husband-to-be, has been the love of her life since high school, and they have loved each other since then. They'll both be walking down the aisle in a few hours. The butterfly in her belly couldn't help but feel how joyful she was feeling.“I know of just one beautiful bride, Pen, and that you, baby,” Hillary, her best friend, whispered into her ears, breaking her thoughts.“Yes… Yes, I am. I feel it already—I feel beautiful and wonderful, Hillary. My fairytale ending is about to begin. I can’t wait,” Penelope said with a big, beautiful smile.“I'm s