Novels by Imor Mary

Liora - POV"I have to confess," I could barely manage to whisper. Selene leaned in, curiosity written all over face. "What is it?" As my chest tightened, I inhaled deeply. "You know I am a stripper." Her face remained the same, so I continued. "Last night , I was going to do a private show. Oh boy, I was excited-had some bills due this week-and then my boss called. She apparently found another deal, and actually, a bigger one. One where some guy wants to send off a grand part of his life before he gets hitched." Dry throat, but I continued: "I went. I danced. He gave me a lot more than I've ever seen. And I.... I spend the night with him." Selene's eyes widened, then cued her shock to turn into fear. "Liora, what do you mean?" My stomach was burning and so I spat the truth: "The man....was Darius." A thick blanket of silence fell over the room. Then Selene's chair screeched back as she giggled. "Oh,common stop joking.” "I wish I was," I said softly. She slammed he

Liora’s POVAs soon as I said, "You." Selene's eyes widened. "You...know him?" Selene continued to dart her eyes from me directly to Darius. A little chuckle left my lips, accompanied by a dismissive gesture, and sputtered, "I thought I was wrong, thinking I saw Mr. Darius Knight in person. The Darius Knight?” Within a second, Darius’s lips curved out in a smile. " In flesh and blood," he chuckled. The totally oblivious, Selene wore a wide smile: "Meet Darius, the man I'm going to marry!" Taking my hand, she gave it a squeeze, looking down at our held hands as she moved them hesitantly toward Darius. "This here is Darius. My sister, Liora." Something about the word 'sister' pierced through my heart, and I almost choked. Darius put his hand out for a handshake, but I didn’t notice till Selene gave me a gentle nudge. “Hello…I’m Liora,” I smiled sheepishly as I took his hand. The contact sent a jolt through me. "I'm thrilled Selene finally found you," Darius smiled br

Liora’s POVMy alarm rang before the sun came up, waking me from my hard earned sleep. I lay there for a bit, looking up, thinking if last night was just some weird dream. A butler at my place telling me I was part of the richest families out there? Yeah, right. But those pictures, the birth certificate, and how Elias talked—it seemed too true to just think of as some horrible mistake or well thought of prank. I got out of bed, headed to my bathroom to brush my teeth, and was spitting out water when the doorbell rang. “Great. I knew who would come by so early.” I said to myself as I dragged my feet to the answer the door. When I swung the door open, Elias was there. He looked just like he did last night—sharp suit, looking like he just stepped out of a magazine for sugar-daddies. In contrast, I was a mess, like I'd battled against a rhinoceros, my hair disheveled like I just got exorcised. "You're here early," I noted, leaning against the door. "Is there some rich guy's secr

Liora’s POVI leaned against my doorframe, arms crossed, staring at the old man like he’d just crawled out of a time machine. “Okay… you know my full name. Great trick. Now, who the hell are you, and why are you waiting in front of my house like some creep?”The man didn’t flinch. His voice was calm, polite, annoyingly steady. “Miss Liora, perhaps we should sit. This is… a rather long conversation.”I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, of course. I always invite strange men in suits into my apartment at night. Sounds safe.”He actually smiled, which made me more suspicious. Nevertheless, I unlocked my door since I had a gut feeling he wasn't coming to rob or kill me. "All right, but just so you know, I'm a very good fighter , and if you try anything funny, I won't think twice about breaking your nose." I kicked off my shoes, turned on the lights, and gestured toward my couch inside. "Take a seat. Avoid touching anything that is bright. Hold on, I don't have anything bright.”As he made himself c

I was sitting in front of the cracked mirror in the dressing room, fixing my lipstick when Nina, one of the girls, popped her head inside.“Liora,” she said, chewing her gum like always. “Madam wants to see you. Now.”I blinked at her. “Madam?” I asked, confused. “Why? I’m up in twenty minutes. This is my solo. Biggest night of the year, remember?”She just shrugged. “Don’t ask me. She said it’s urgent.” Then she walked away, swinging her hips like she was already on stage.My heart gave a nervous jump. Madam never called me before a performance, especially not tonight. I had worked for months to get this solo. A full house of hockey players who’d booked the entire floor just to watch me dance. If I were lucky, such tips could cover my rent for a whole year.With a sigh and smoothing my sequined bra, I left out of the dressing room and proceeded toward Madam's office at the end of the hallway.Madam looked up from her desk when I stepped inside. Her face softened before that familiar