Novels by Mr. Anonymous

The next evening, the air between us still carried that fragile, electric charge from the night before. I could feel Damien watching me more closely than usual while we ate dinner, his eyes lingering on my face, my hands, the way I moved around the kitchen. It wasn’t cold or angry anymore, but it was heavy with everything we hadn’t fully unpacked yet.After we finished clearing the table, he took my hand without a word and led me down the hallway toward the private wing of the penthouse. My pulse quickened the moment I realized where we were going. The toy room.I hadn’t been back here for a long time. The memory sent a shiver down my spine, part nerves, part anticipation.Damien closed the door behind us and turned the lock with a soft click. The room was dimly lit, the same luxurious setup I remembered, padded bench, silk ropes hanging neatly, a wide mirror on one wall, and the large bed in the corner dressed in dark sheets.He cupped my face with both hands, thumbs brushing my chee

The morning after that breakfast felt like walking on thin ice that was finally starting to thaw, but I could still hear the cracks underneath.Damien had left for a short meeting at the office, kissing me goodbye longer than usual, his hand lingering on my waist like he needed the extra second to convince himself I’d still be there when he got back. I told him I had errands to run, which wasn’t entirely a lie. I really did need to see Sofia.I found her at our usual café, already halfway through a caramel latte. She looked up when I slid into the booth across from her, eyes narrowing immediately.“Girl,” she said, pointing her spoon at me like a weapon. “You look like you got fucked good but cried right after. Spill.”I laughed despite myself, the sound a little shaky. “Hi to you too.”“Hi. Now talk.” She pushed a second coffee toward me. “You’ve been radio silent since the trip drama. I need details before I start making up my own versions.”I wrapped my hands around the warm cup an

As I woke up, Damien’s arm was draped heavily over my waist, his chest pressed to my back, his breath steady and warm against the nape of my neck. For a moment, everything felt peaceful, like the ugly words from last night had been a bad dream, but they weren’t.I could still hear the hesitation in his voice when he said we were “getting there.” I could still feel the fragile way he had pulled me onto his lap on the couch, like he was scared I might vanish if he held on too tight. My eyes burned from all the crying, but I didn’t move. I just lay there, listening to his heartbeat and wondering how long this quiet truce would last.Damien stirred behind me. His arm tightened, pulling me closer as he pressed a slow, sleepy kiss just below my ear.“Morning,” he murmured, voice rough and low.“Morning,” I whispered back, my own voice still hoarse.He didn’t let go. Instead, his hand slid under the hem of the oversized T-shirt I’d worn to bed and rested warm against my bare stomach. The tou

The house was silent except for the ticking of the wall clock. I hadn’t realized how late it had gotten until the numbers on my phone changed to 1:17 AM.My eyes burned from crying, but sleep refused to come. The couch felt uncomfortable now, but I didn’t move.Going upstairs meant facing Damien again and right now I didn’t know if I had the strength for another conversation that might end the same way the others had tonight.I wiped my cheeks again and stared at the television screen. Maybe I should just sleep here, maybe tomorrow things would feel different.The noise coming from the stairs interrupted my thoughts, my head lifted slowly and Damien stood in the doorway, his hair was messy like he’d been running his hands through it, and he looked half-awake.When his eyes landed on me, he frowned slightly. “You’re still up?”My voice came out hoarse. “Yeah.”He stepped further into the room. “Why?”I gave a small shrug. “Couldn’t sleep.”His gaze dropped to my face. “You’ve been cryi

The rest of the drive home was painfully quiet. Damien kept both hands on the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the road ahead. I watched him from the corner of my eye.Normally when we drove together he would reach for my hand at some point. Or complain about traffic. Or play music too loud and pretend not to hear me when I asked him to lower it. Today he did none of those things, he just drove.After almost thirty minutes, I finally spoke. “Are you hungry?”He didn’t look at me. “Not really.”I nodded slowly. “Okay.”I turned my gaze to the window, watching the passing buildings blur by. My chest felt tight, this version of Damien felt unfamiliar.I swallowed. “Damien…”“Yeah?” His tone was neutral.“I meant what I said earlier,” I murmured.“I know,” he said, voice low.“You don’t have to keep punishing me,” I whispered. “I'm just thinking,” he finally glanced at me. “I’m not punishing you.”“That’s the problem,” I said quietly. “You’re thinking too much.”His jaw tightened slightly b

The walk back to the apartment door felt longer than it should have, my heart pounded with every step. Damien stood a few feet behind me in the hallway, I could feel his eyes on my back.I knocked lightly before unlocking the door.Alex was still standing in the living room when I entered, arms folded, leaning against the counter like he’d been waiting.His eyes flicked immediately to Damien behind me.“Oh good,” Alex said dryly. “The husband decided to stay.”Damien stepped inside slowly, I shut the door quickly.“Alex, I’m grabbing my things,” I said.His brows lifted slightly. “Your things?”“Yes,” I nodded.I moved toward the bedroom before the conversation could turn into something else.Behind me, I heard Alex laugh softly. “That was quick,” he said. “Didn’t realize the program scared you off already.”I stopped halfway down the hall, before I could answer, Damien spoke. “It’s not the program,” he said calmly. “It’s you.”I closed my eyes briefly before continuing toward the bed

SERAFINA'S POV :Serafina, Serafina, wake up. I kept hearing those words in my sleep, and someone was constantly tapping me. I finally decided to open my eyes, and I saw Lessia standing at my side."Good morning Lessia", I said while yawning."Good morning princess, I thought u didn't want to wake up", Lessia said, while laughing."Alonzo will be here soon, don't you want to meet him?", she added.I jumped up immediately, trying to find my flip flops."Calm down, you will have to bathe and get dressed because you are going to your new school today, and I am here to help you with everything", Lessia said in one breath.After an hour i was ready to go downstairs, I decided to look at myself in the mirror first. I stood gracefully, my bright eyes sparkling like diamonds. I wore a stunning long dress, a soft pastel hue that matches my delicate features. The dress is a work of art, with intricate lace and embroidery that resembles a fairy tale illustration. The fitted bodice showcases my t

SERAFINA'S POV :After some hours the car pulled up to a majestic mansion standing proudly on its sprawling grounds, its grandeur and beauty awe-inspiring. The exterior walls, painted a brilliant white, glisten like alabaster in the sunlight, radiating an air of elegance and sophistication. The expansive structure boasts intricate stone carvings, ornate balconies, and sweeping archways, evoking a sense of opulence and refinement.As my eye travels upwards, it meets the soaring turrets and grandiose spires, reaching for the sky like giant's fists, adorned with delicate finials and glittering with a subtle hint of gold. The windows, tall and graceful, sparkle like diamonds, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the lush green lawns and meticulously manicured gardens.The mansion's imposing facade exudes a sense of history and mystery, whispering tales of lavish parties, royal visits, and generations of family legacy. Its sheer scale and majesty leave the beholder breathless, a true ma

SEBASTIAN POV :When I got to the orphanage, the event had already started so I just walked in majestically, I might be in my late fifties but I still look young, especially with this blue tuxedo am putting on. All eyes where on me in a minute, I was literally the center of attention and then I could see Caterina walking towards my direction.Caterina: Thank you for coming to my Charity Gala.I could see the disdain in her face when she said that but I didn't mind so I just smiled at her.Caterina: The orphanage is going through a lot and I could really use some funds.Sebastian: I noticed, I just knew you won't invite me here if it wasn't important to you.She gave me a small smile then left without saying a word.ATTENTION ATTENTION!!! it's time for the lovely children to meet the people who are here to support them financially, Caterina said while on the podium.And at that moment a lot of children entered into the hall in a straight line, walking towards Caterina on stage, my eyes

Florence City. SEBASTIAN POV : I was sitting down in my office going through some files when Matteo, my right-hand man, came in. Matteo: Boss, I have some information for you. I signalled him to continue with what he was saying. Matteo: You have been invited to the Casa Della Speranza Orphanage for a Charity Gala. "Oh, but why will Caterina invite me? She doesn't even like me," I said thoughtfully. "Maybe she needs to raise funds for the Orphanage", Matteo chipped in. "Do I really have to go, I mean, it is not even in this city," I said, while trying to understand the file in my hands. "Well, Boss, i have been talking to you for a while now, but you are not even paying attention. "I have told you that you shouldn't call me boss, just call me by my name, Sebastian, we have been friends for a long time Matteo, stop being so formal with me." Matteo sighs and says, "Okay, Sebastian." I thought for a while and decided to listen to Matteo. "So when are we going to Turin Ci

MISS CATERINA POV : ONE YEAR LATER. It has been a tough year for Serafina. I have watched her grief over her mother's death every single day. She's been really sad and there is nothing I could do to cheer up. She even refused to celebrate her birthday, or any celebrations. I have tried my possible best to put a smile on her face, she needs someone who will love her, I hope a loving family adopts her soon, I don't want her to spend the rest of her life being sad, she's too young to be going through this pain. I sighed after much thinking. "I should check on the kids", I thought to myself. It was already five pm, the girls should be resting, I will just check if they are alright Isabella was the first person to notice me walk in. "Good evening Miss Caterina", she said "Good evening Ma'am", the remaining girls chorused. "I just came to check up on you girls" I said looking at Serafina in particular. "We are fine Ma'am", Valentina said "It will be dinner time soon, all of you

SERAFINA'S POV : We kept on walking for close to thirty minutes. "I am tired of walking, I want to sit down", I whined. "We can't stop now, I need to get you to a safe place", he said as he carried me up. "Don't drop me like you did before". "I won't", he chuckled. After a while I could see a big house and a very large sign board which could not be ignored. "CASA DELLA SPERANZA ORPHANAGE" "What's an orphanage?", I thought to myself, should I ask him?, no he will just make fun of me. He entered inside the big gate carrying me in his arms. "Buongiorno signorina Caterina", he said in a language which is definitely Italian. I didn't know much about the language but I love the way it always sound when someone says it. I was brought back from my thoughts when I noticed the lady he was talking to. She was a tall, white skinned lady, with a short blonde hair, she looked like she was in her late forties. "Sono qui per abbandonare questa ragazzina, per favore proteggila. Sua