Novels by Monesssa

Ricardo’s footsteps echoed down the hallway as he returned to his office after the board meeting. His expression was composed, but his mind was already shifting to the rest of his day. The meeting had been longer than expected, draining every ounce of patience he had left.As he pushed his office door open, his brows furrowed instantly.Stella was inside.She sat comfortably in one of the chairs across from his desk, legs crossed, posture relaxed—as though she belonged there. The moment their eyes met, surprise flickered across her face, quickly replaced by practiced innocence.Ricardo’s jaw tightened.“What are you doing here?” he asked coldly. “And why are you in my office without permission?”Stella rose immediately, her eyes softening as she clasped her hands together. “Ricardo, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep,” she said gently. “I just… I needed to see you. It was something important.”His gaze remained sharp, unyielding. “Whatever it is could have waited. You don’t walk int

Dinner ended on a surprisingly gentle note.After the plates had been cleared and the last traces of warmth lingered in the dining room, both Amelia and Ricardo retreated to their separate rooms, bound by an unspoken agreement to give each other space.Yet Amelia’s heart felt lighter than it had in weeks.She lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the evening in her mind. Ricardo’s calm praise echoed softly in her ears—“The food was good.” Coming from him, those words meant more than any flowery compliment. For the first time since the contract marriage began, she felt seen… appreciated.A small smile curved her lips as she reached for her phone.Bianca.Amelia typed quickly, her fingers dancing across the screen as excitement bubbled inside her.Amelia: Bianca! Dinner was a successBianca: I told you! What did he say?Amelia: He actually liked it. Like… really liked it.Bianca: Girl, that’s progress!Amelia hugged a pillow to her chest, rolling onto her side as she continu

Stella tightened her grip on her handbag as she stepped out of the mansion, the iron gates sliding shut behind her with a quiet finality. The afternoon sun brushed her skin, but it did nothing to warm the cold resolve settling in her chest. She paused for a moment, drawing in a slow breath as her thoughts churned.During the remaining months of this contract, Ricardo will be mine.She repeated the words silently, letting them sink deep into her heart. The marriage might have begun as a transaction, but Stella had is feeling that things might go more than that,she won't allow Ricardo develop feelings for Amelia. She would not lose to Amelia. Not now. Not ever. With her decision firmly made, she slipped into the waiting car, masking her intentions behind a calm expression as the vehicle pulled away from the mansion.Evening arrived quietly, draping the sky in soft shades of orange and violet. The mansion, which often felt too large and too empty, carried an unusual warmth that night.Am

Amelia remembered Stella the moment she saw her.Four and a half years had passed since their last encounter—four and a half long, exhausting years in which Amelia had convinced herself that Stella had vanished from her life completely. It had felt as though Stella had disappeared into thin air, swallowed by time and circumstance. Amelia never asked about her, never searched for her. Some memories were easier left buried.Yet here Stella was again.Alive. Unchanged. Standing right in front of her as if time itself had looped cruelly back on her.Amelia’s steps faltered for a brief second, her heart tightening in her chest. She forced herself to keep walking, her gaze fixed straight ahead. She had somewhere to be—work. She didn’t have the strength, or the courage, to deal with ghosts from her past.“Amelia.”Stella’s voice cut through the air, sharp and familiar. It sent a shiver down Amelia’s spine.She didn’t turn around.“Amelia, can’t you even greet me?” Stella called again, disbel

Ricardo sat in the quiet of his bedroom, the soft glow of the desk lamp illuminating the documents spread neatly before him. Contracts, reports, financial statements—normally, these were the things that demanded his full attention. Tonight, however, they meant nothing.His mind refused to stay in the present.It kept drifting back to the dining room. To Amelia’s hesitant gaze. To the way her voice had trembled when she finally confessed the feelings she had been hiding for so long.I love you.Ricardo shut his eyes briefly, his jaw tightening. His heart had betrayed him in that moment, racing in a way he hadn’t felt in years. It had startled him—not because of her words alone, but because of how deeply they had affected him.She wasn’t a child anymore.Somewhere along the line, the timid girl who had entered his life through a contract had grown into a woman—gentle, resilient, and dangerously sincere. When she looked at him, there was no calculation in her eyes, no ambition. Only hon

Dinner was unusually quiet.Amelia sat across from Ricardo at the long dining table, her fingers tightening around her fork as the clink of cutlery echoed in the spacious room. The soft glow of the chandelier reflected off the polished surface, but none of its warmth reached her chest. Her appetite had vanished the moment she sat down.Ricardo noticed it almost immediately.She had barely touched her food, and every few seconds, he felt her gaze flicker toward him—hesitant, lingering, then quickly pulled away as if she’d been caught doing something forbidden. He pretended not to notice at first, focusing on his meal, but the tension thickening the air made it impossible to ignore.“Amelia,” he finally said, setting his fork down. “You’ve been staring at me all evening.”Her head snapped up, eyes wide. “I—I wasn’t.”He raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “You look like you want to say something. What’s wrong?”The question made her heart pound violently against her ribs. She lowered her ga