Novels by Estrella Writesss

Vanessa's POV. I was supposed to marry Eric Gold. Instead, I was attending his engagement party with another woman.You'd wonder what kind of ex I was right? Well, I assure you that I was not the sweet ex who wishes their ex well after a break up.I was here to ruin his silly little engagement because how dare he? How dare he cheat on me with my best friend and then go on to get engaged to her like our relationship was nothing?I'd heard him talk about engagement plans, the type of rings and the interior decorations for the hall, and I'd foolishly thought that the three years of secretly being with him finally produced results. I thought he finally got tired of addressing me as his girlfriend and was ready to wife me. But I thought wrong.I sighed, letting out whatever was left of the nityer memories as I approached the hall. I was dressed in a peach silky gown that hugged my curves. Eric had mentioned how many times how he loved it on me, so I hoped to see the look on his face when

Scarlett's POV. Like I'd begged, he sucked harder, his grazing fingers pushing my panties into my folds as he teased me. His fingers slid up and down my slits, spreading my slickness. “Ohh, ohh,” I whimpered, loving the way he flickered his fingers back and forth, making my core clench even more. He rotated his fingers around my entrance, teasing me like we had all the time in the world. My hips pushed against his hands, my eyes fluttering close as he pressed his thumb against my clit, making breathy moans escape my lips. He switched from my left to my right breasts and the sudden switch sent sensations bolting through me. My body shuddered as I leaned against the steering, arching into his face as my stomach clenched. “Ahh–mmm–fuck, that feels so good,” I murmured as Pierre rotated his fingers over my pussy, his teeth gently biting my nipples. My body jerked suddenly when Pierre shifted my panties to the side, inserting two fingers inside me without warning. My pussy lips cla

Scarlett's POV.“What the fuck are you doing?” I gritted out, embarrassment whipping my spine as I stood between both men. Thankfully, my friends were lost in their dancing so their attention wasn't on me. Pierre's gaze remained fixed on the stranger I was dancing with as he pulled me closer to him. My gaze alternated between both men, wondering why they glared daggers at each other. I gently tapped Pierre's shoulders, “this is not part of the deal Pierre. What are you doing? You're ruining my chances with him!” Just then, Pierre darted his gaze towards me, “No one gets to touch you except me Cherie. Watch it.”My brows furrowed, my insides squirming from the tone of possession present in his tone. But my mind was so blank because how had he gone from protecting me to publicly addressing me as his? I should be yelling at him, pushing him away and reminding him of his place but I stayed there, close to him while my heart skidded with feelings I had no business feeling. In that mom

Scarlett's POV. I was not one to be scared of warnings but something about Pierre's warning made me wary. A mischievous part of me was curious enough to see what he'd do, but the other sensible part thought to play it safe. Which is what I'd been doing for the past three days. Brielle crashed out a lot in my dm, telling me how she wasn't sure I was her friend anymore and that stung to the point where everytime I recalled it, my chest tightened. Apparently, the brand launch was cancelled because Brielle had hoped to use me as the model that night. Since I didn't show up, she couldn't launch it. However, she was doing the launch today and I wasn't getting any modeling role. I knew she didn't give it to me because she was pissed at me and I needed to make it up to her. But how? The only possible ways I saw possible was letting Pierre follow me but I still hadn't come to terms with being seen with him in public. I'd only gotten used to seeing him around me in the mansion. I stared

Scarlett's POV. Brielle was hosting a party at a club to launch her new lingerie brand, and the last thing I wanted to do was have that unbearable French bodyguard policing me. It was already bad enough that I was an hour late, especially since I'd been confused on what to wear, and how to leave my room without being suspected. Having Pierre come with me was just going to make me the center of attention because my friends wouldn't let it slide. I wasn't the only lady whose father was a dangerous man in the underworld. There was Brielle, Nyx, Aria, and Chelsea. None of them showed up to hangouts pr parties with a bodyguard. If I let Pierre come, they'd find it performative, like they didn't take their lives seriously enough to be protected by a bodyguard. I quickly walked over to the driveway, adjusting my dress on the way. I'd always used the windows as my escape route whenever the back door or main entrance was out of reach and today was no different. As I stepped into the spac

Pierre's POV. I was usually not a man who flirted with women on first meeting, and especially not women I was assigned to protect. But the moment I set my eyes on Scarlett, something stirred inside me and it was nothing related to my assignment in this mansion. It was strong, filthy arousal. While I couldn't hide that I found Scarlett attractive, I mean anyone who saw the curvy lady with brown hair, brown eyes and freckles on her cheeks would easy fall for her. I also knew that she was off–limits. What she didn't know was that Don Lucas had hired me with a warning to protect his daughter and not try to get into her bed. He'd promised to behead me and use my skull to store his rings if I defaulted. I really didn't want that.But the power a feisty woman possessed over me was truly crazy. And Scarlett wasn't just feisty, she had a sharp mouth, one that I was already wondering how it would look wrapped around my cock.The thought of it made me inhale deeply, I really shouldn't have

Esther's POV.The audacity of this human to text me after running off with my money!He'd sent the message yesterday but I still hadn't gotten over it. Anger boiled fresh in my veins as I recalled the night I logged into my bank account only to find my money gone. He'd done that without even thinking twice about how many jobs I worked, or how much effort I was putting in to fend for myself. But what did I expect? He didn't love me. He'd just taken advantage of me. I'd needed someone to see me, to love me and care for me, and he just happened to be the mysterious customer who was a fan of waitress number 7 which was me.How was I supposed to know that the sweet gentleman who took me on countless dates and got me so many nice gifts would become so petty after a breakup? I couldn't wait to be back in NYC, I would make sure to get him arrested for stealing my money, and for sending me threat messages. “You're not going to think about that motherfucker this early in the morning. You

Esther's POV. Before I met Lily, I'd thought she was just the quiet little girl but after meeting her, I felt like I'd unlocked the chattiness in her. She'd gotten back from the grocery store a few hours ago and she hadn't stopped talking about anything and everything. She told me about the kind of buildings she saw, told me about the toys she saw that were already in her collection, she even told me how James had reacted to the Christmas songs in the grocery store. And that wasn't surprising anyway. Though it wasn't a really huge progress, I found it really nice that James accompanied Lily to get the ingredients. That made me feel like my true mission in this mansion would be easy to accomplish, even though I knew that thought was me being a little too delusional. The aroma of ginger and flour wafted through my nostrils as I lifted the cookies off the tray. Lily stood beside me, placing her hands on the island while she struggled to see the top of the island. I couldn't help

James POV. After what felt like an exhausting three hours, Lily and I finally got home with the groceries. We'd spent that much time because apparently, there was a queue. I'd have contacted the store owner for VIP treatment, but Lily would hate that she didn't pick up the ingredients into the basket by herself. There were usually never queues at the mall but since it's the holidays, a lot of people seemed to be buying ingredients. The thought of it made my jaws clench. Why couldn't people just treat December like any other month? What made the holidays so special that it had to come with so much celebrations?“Not everyone's Christmas got ruined James. Quit the thought,” my innervoice reminded me, making me shove back my thoughts. Right. Everyone was happy and living their lives while mine was crumbling down in this particular month so many years ago. No matter how much I tried to think past it, it remained imprinted in my mind and–“Esther! Your leg’s okay!” Lily squealed as

Esther's POV. “This is why you shouldn't be here. You're clumsy and weak,” James hissed, tilting me back to balance while at it. My head throbbed faintly as the blood in my face flowed down to my body. My brows furrowed, my jaws clenching. What the hell did he mean by that? I squared my shoulders, staring him down even though my insides bubbled with anxiety. “Sir, that was a mistake.” “How convenient. If you make small mistakes like this, how will you take care of my niece?” He queried, narrowing his eyes at me. Was he really being serious right now? I mean, I'd suspected he'd been wanting me out of the mansion. That was the only logical reason for him monitoring me whenever I was with Lily, but I never thought he'd be this open about it. “I'm–I’m perfectly capable of taking care of Lily, Sir James. If I wasn't, Madam Patricia wouldn't have hired me,” I stated, making sure my tone sounded as firm as I imagined. He shook his head in disapproval like those words didn't do enoug

Esther's POV. It took Madam Patricia's intervention to stop James from firing me on my very first day. And ever since then I'd tried to tread more carefully because the young billionaire didn't play about his privacy. He gave me a strict warning: moving forward, I was to stay away from my room and everything that concerned him.Even though I planned to follow his warning to the letter, I still couldn't help myself from meddling a little bit.I'd been working here for the past three days and in those three days, I'd tried to study him. So far, I knew he liked his coffee with no sugar, worked twenty out of twenty four hours and was an entirely different person with Lily. But even that didn't soften his hatred for the holidays. He still stayed away from activities related to it, avoided decorated rooms and made sure to have his headphones on whenever Lily played Christmas songs.I'd figured that the only way to get James Silver to indulge in Christmas activities was through his niece

Esther's POV. Like his voice had control of my body, I scrambled off the stool, chest heaving. Fear spread through me, clinging to me like a second skin. I stared at the same man I'd seen earlier today, my heart fluttering with a feeling I found too strange to name. Madam Patricia had told me he was her son.James Silver–the CEO of the Silver Conglomerates and my secret mission in this mansion. His eyes darkened as he stared at me and I just couldn't help but wonder how he could still look so handsome while being displeased. My insides twisted painfully with anxiety. Madam Patricia had told me to get the house in high holiday spirits and Lily had been more than happy to help. We'd first thought of decorating the mansion after which we would start decorating the Christmas tree. While we'd decorated rooms earlier, I'd gotten along really fast with the five-year old and I already liked being around the little ball of sweetness, like my mom would say. She'd even gone to get more su