Novels by Anastia Keyz

Ashley's hands were shaking violently. The phone in her grip felt like it weighed tons. Her breath tore through her throat in short gasps, starving her lungs."This... this isn't true, is it?" Her voice splintered, a fragile sound swallowed by the suffocating silence of the kitchen. "Whoever called... claiming to be from the hospital... it's a sick joke, right, Hendrik? Why... how could she just drop dead?"A heavy exhale crackled through the receiver. "Mom? Mom, calm down. Tell me exactly why the hospital is calling you.""Ah, that..." Ashley swallowed against a throat tight with nausea, her saliva tasting like rusted iron. "They said... they said her husband collapsed upon the news. That Bennet guy passed out from the shock. The hospital needs authorization to... to process Hazel's remains.""So, they looked for emergency contacts on the girl's phone."Ashley's breath hitched, and tears began to well up, blurring her vision. "The first call was to Mirabell's number, but she didn't p

So far, Hazel had been walking with a composure worthy of an Oscar.Around her, three muscular men with eye-catching fashion sense, neon floral beach shirts that were too tight, were escorting her in a triangle formation. From a distance, they might have looked like a group of tourists taking a leisurely stroll, or like personal bodyguards escorting a young, rich lady.The sea breeze was slowly losing its salty tang, replaced by the scent of sun-baked asphalt. The faint sounds of tourists laughing and the splashing of water from the resort's main pool were beginning to fade.Ha, this isn't good, she thought.The quieter the path, the higher the risk. Allowing herself to be dragged into a blind corner with no witnesses was the very definition of ridiculous suicide.Unbelievable, she cursed inwardly.This was only the fifth day of her honeymoon. The first five days of her life where she could truly breathe freely without worrying about work, her parents' debts, or Marco Marten. And five

"What do you plan to do next, sir?" "What else?" Hendrik snorted, draining the rest of his whiskey in one gulp that burned his throat. "That bitch broke my sister's heart, and she nearly put me behind bars, too. So, make a plan now to get her out of my sight."The assistant adjusted his glasses. "You mean... completely disappear from this world?""Hey, hey, don't be so cruel," Hendrik laughed. "She used to be my sweet sister.""Then?"Hendrik placed his empty glass on the glass table with a sharp tap. He leaned back against the velvet sofa, his legs crossed casually, as the grin on his face widened."Among our collection of VVIP clients abroad, there's bound to be someone craving a lame type of woman like her, right? Rich people always have strange tastes." Hendrik tapped his index finger on the arm of the sofa. "Ah, I heard she's getting married this week. Find out the schedule."After the man bowed respectfully and left the room, Hendrik remained silent, staring at the crystal chan

I stood at the end of the aisle, breathing in the cool afternoon air.The expanse of green grass in the Bennet estate garden had been transformed into a stunning white canvas. White rose petals scattered like snow on the red carpet, wooden chairs adorned with satin ribbons were arranged in an intimate circle, and the clear sky seemed to have been paid handsomely by this family to keep the rain at bay.This was exactly my dream wedding.Yes, well, even though the man waiting for me at the end of the aisle wasn't exactly in my plans for the future, and the guests in attendance were almost entirely strangers to me, I thought it was more than enough. In the front row, I could see Mira leaning on her husband's shoulder, sobbing as she wiped her nose with a tissue that already looked like a fluffy cloud.Oh gosh, why is she making it so hard for me to hold back my laughter?Ugh. I have to stay calm and keep smiling. This is my wedding.I walked alone down the aisle, and oddly enough, it fel

I swear by the short time I have left, my digestive system suddenly went into crisis.As soon as the car passed the giant iron gates that looked more like the entrance to an elite dungeon, my stomach lurched. And the pangs reached spiritual levels as our journey continued. Pointing to a stately Victorian brick building, I asked if it was his house, and Jonah casually replied, it was a workers' dormitory.Pointing to a white porcelain palace with statues of Greek gods on the roof, he said it was just a storage room for Grandpa's art collections.Huh. What a show of wealth that was incredibly unfriendly to the mental health of a civilian like me.When the car finally stopped in front of the actual main building, a three-story colonial whose wooden doors alone were large enough to intimidate every last drop of my blood, my knees buckled. As I got out of the car and took Jonah's hand, it wasn't just a simple pang.I really had a need to poop.I stood on my tiptoes, brought my lips close t

"Why do you still insist on going through with this ridiculous wedding? We're all being completely fooled by Hazel and Jonah!"Bertha ignored her daughter's frantic rambling. Her expression remained as flat and unreadable as a chalkboard as she examined the glint of a teacup beneath the crystal chandelier."Mom! The child she's carrying is most likely Marco Marten's! That lowly ice hockey player from the Marten family!" Jenny raised her voice, her tone growing shrill and desperate.Bertha continued to sort the cups, placing them one by one onto a silver tray with elegant, measured movements.Running entirely out of patience, Jenny stepped forward and roughly shoved the cups out of her mother's line of sight. "Mom! Are you even listening to me?!" Bertha stopped in her tracks. She took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and then fixed her daughter with a chilling, icy glare. "Of course, I hear you. I have perfectly functioning ears.""Then why are you ignoring this crucial fact?!""Because