Novels by Mawalilan

IRINAIt seemed like Miron didn’t like dealing with death either. If life was so easily lost before his eyes, why was he so sensitive whenever I brought up my own?Oh, of course, I knew why he hated it when death involved me. Wasn’t I a replacement for the woman from his past? In his eyes, I was still Serena, and even if he loved me, wasn’t this relationship primarily about Serena?“Irina? What did they tell you?” Miron pressed me, his hand gripping my shoulder tighter, as if he were guarding me from the grim reaper who might approach me at any moment.His eyes darted warily, scanning my surroundings. I was worried he’d notice Tanya, but surely that wouldn’t make much difference.“I want to go home,” I replied, instead of answering his question.“I asked.”“And I answered, in a different way.”“You go to the car first.”I refused, as if I knew what he was going to do, as if I could read his mind. As if I understood his every move.Apparently, I’d reached this point where my habits and

MIRONHonestly, I didn't want to leave Irina alone. When Lukyan took me away from my wife, I already knew his intentions. But since Irina was with Jeslin, I assumed she was safe.From a distance, I saw Irina struggling to stay there. Chatting with the group of women. Occasionally she laughed, sometimes she looked awkward. I also saw how Jeslin was keeping Irina there in her own way.Truly, I couldn't take my eyes off my wife. It was as if there was a magnet that kept me focused on her."She'll be fine," Lukyan whispered. "You haven't been focusing on us. You've only been focusing on your wife," he said sarcastically.I rolled my eyes lazily. "I'm sick of their chatter. Sometimes, I need to hear something else," I said.Lukyan chuckled, every time there was a party. Everything about validation, wanting to be recognized, showing off, and so on, always revolved around us. I've been trying to understand them one by one for almost years.Until I learned their habits, and that trained my ow

IRINAMiron showed the world my position in his own way. He gave me a sense of power over Abigail, with a contract in place. It might seem small to others, but to me, it was unexpected.Something that seemed ordinary to others was a big deal to me. I felt deeply valued, respected, and worthy. So, Abigail wouldn't be able to treat me so arbitrarily in the future.I eagerly awaited the party, until tonight arrived. Staring at my appearance in the mirror. How could it be? Every dress Miron chose always fit me perfectly. The girls took care of me, from start to finish.And I was always mesmerized by my own appearance. It was as if I didn't recognize myself anymore, as if what appeared in the mirror wasn't me. Sometimes, I felt like Serena and I looked exactly alike, especially when I looked like this."Are you ready?" Ella picked me up. "Sir Miron and the car are waiting," she added.My heart pounded even harder. Could I possibly hold on? I held my breath repeatedly, because I really didn

IRINA“What are you doing here?” I raised my voice, snapping, displeased.My mother was shocked, and she turned around. Her glare was a slap in the face. For everything I'd been through lately, I'd completely lost control. My emotions were exploding erratically. Furthermore, I hated the way Owen insisted that I still consider them a part of my life.“Oh my God, watch your words, Irina,” my mother said.“You shouldn't be here,” I cursed at her, uneasy as I saw her standing near my father's grave. I felt like messing up the flowers she'd just laid. However, I restrained myself out of respect for my father.“Why shouldn't I be here? I was still your father's legal wife at the time.”“Oh, and when my father died, were you by his side as his wife?”I didn't want to argue with my mother in front of my father's grave, but things were getting out of hand. Every time, my mother only knew how to find my weakness. She'd been pressuring me constantly."I said, watch your mouth. Are you seriously

IRINAI fell asleep, thinking nothing. It was as if my mind was indeed blank as my eyes closed. Slowly, I felt a hand caress my waist, a gentle massage that spread to my chest, then stopped at my cheek.The touch was warm, as if measured, measured. There was no pressing, let alone rough pressure. Gentle and undemanding."Hmppph," I stirred, slowly opening my eyes. I found Miron beside me, caressing my cheek."Did I wake you?" he asked, his tone low and authoritative."You're home, " My eyes glanced at the clock on the wall, to confirm I was indeed in the right room. This was still Serena's room, but even now, I felt too awkward to call it my room."It's so late, why aren't you sleeping?" I asked again."I can't sleep yet.""Is something wrong?" I asked, not even knowing why I was asking. I just followed what my brain and my feelings told me. Ever since I realized this, my relationship with Miron has changed a lot.Miron was still gently caressing my cheek, not moving at all. Instead,

MIRONSeveral times, the core meetings with the elders have been nauseating for me. It's a tedious activity, but something like this needs to happen occasionally. I believe they will continue this until they are completely satisfied enough to let me go.I left Irina this morning, while she was still asleep. Her driver told me where she was going, what she was doing, and who she was with.Until, I was surprised when the driver reported my wife to my office. However, Jasper didn't report anything. That meant there was something I didn't know, something I might resolve later.After I made sure Irina was home and safe, I entered the meeting room. They were discussing Lukyan's wife's birthday party. Some time ago, his wife was involved in a traffic accident.His wife was in a coma for three days, and fortunately, she recovered within a week of waking up. So, this is the most precious thing to him."We always have to wait for Pakhan's habit of being late for every meeting," Arkady greeted m