Novels by Nico

Elara’s fists trembled violently and the words from the stranger echoed in her mind silently.Pierced through her heart.She tightened the marriage certificate until the paper crumpled in her hands.…. She felt a sharp pain in her chest.Bryan…..She said softly, she whispered with a shaking voice. What kind of a heartless man is he? Suddenly her phone beeped. She slowly looked through her phone screen in fear.“Unknown number”...Elara you are very far from the truth…Her heart stopped beating… how come they knew her name “What's happening?..Suddenly she felt dryed in her throat…, her fingers were shaky over the screen, then she typed slowly.She asked,“Who are you?”...She paused for a second.Her breath was hot and unsteady, she heard another notification,..... A message dropped again.“I am someone who already knew much about you”. A cold chill ran through her spine…..Instantly,.....She heard a sound of the door.“Slightly opened”...Elara froze immediately her entire body f

This is not how it's going to end. I must find who this stranger is and this divorce must happen.Lucia's warning was getting on her mind already. She was shocked, confused and at the same time getting tired already.So she gathered her courage and walked away after she has gotten the conversation she wanted, she went out from the hotel and walked past everyone, cause she must be strong for herself and conquer, she began thinking she needs to stay quiet for now so she can know the next move to take she doesn't want to be in a haste, then she got outside and hailed a taxi to drop her at homeOn her way home there was traffic buzzing of horns people chattering and noises from cars and meanwhile she was lost in her thought Thinking -----Soliloquizing -----And at the same time lost in her thoughts.She finally got home, she abruptly walked straight into her room not looking through the walls of the house, when she got inside she removed her clothes took a shower, combed her long curly h

Elara's povThis was war and I was done fighting.Elara couldn't sleep well,she kept on staring at the photo in her phone screen—quiet but she feels heavy inside herShe sighed deeply —--She began questioning herself.Who could have sent this message to meThe room felt colder and tensed what does this unknown person actually want. She was thinking about Julien and the way he showed her care feels extremely different.She felt safe with Julien more than her mother or anyone, for the first time in her life she felt alive and treated like a queen by a man without her showing any effort.Then an unknown message from a stranger ruined everything completely.She remembers Bryan's actions and the way he turned my mother against me to humiliate me publicly was extreme.She murmured;No I can't continue to live under Bryan's pretentious and funny act anymore—- I can't be his puppet anymore it all ends after the divorce —-She suddenly paused and thought carefully she made a hasty decision an

Elara's POVI took a cab home.Not because my mother asked me to. Not because Bryan expected it. I took it because I needed my documents, my clothes, and the things that were mine before any of this started. I had a lawyer to prepare for and I wasn't going to do it from a hotel room with nothing but the clothes on my back.The cab driver didn't try to make conversation. I was grateful for that.I watched the city slide past the window and tried to organize my thoughts into something useful. Everything else, the blackmail message sitting unanswered on my phone, my mother's texts I still hadn't opened, the way Julien had looked at me in that café doorway, all of it could wait until I had what I needed. A divorce.One thing at a time.The house looked the same.I don't know what I expected. For it to look as broken as I felt, maybe. For something on the outside to reflect what had happened inside the marriage. But it was just a house. Same painted door. Same potted plant I had been keepi

Elara's POVThe silence in the café lasted exactly three seconds.Then everything came back at once. The clinking of cups. The low murmur of other people's conversations. The soft background music that had no business playing right now.My cheek was on fire.I didn't raise my hand to touch it. I didn't cry. I didn't look at the people around us who had gone still, caught between looking away and not being able to.I just stood there and breathed.My mother's face was twisted with something between anger and righteousness, the particular expression she wore whenever she believed she was doing something necessary. She had worn it the day she told me my father's accident was my fault. She wore it the day she told me I should be grateful any man wanted me at all.She had worn it my whole life.Bryan stood slightly behind her. His facial expression was in concern mode, I'm sure it was for his public image. He was watching me the way he always watched me when something happened. Calculating

CHAPTER 6: What Happens in the MorningElara’s POVSleep never came.I spent the entire night moving between the bathroom and the bed, too afraid to close my eyes for more than a few second, afraid that someone was watching me. Every time I closed my eyes, the message flashed behind my eyelids like it had carved itself there.I know what you did last night. I have photos. Meet me at the café at noon. Come alone.I must have read it twenty times. Maybe fifty. Enough that the words started to lose shape while the meaning behind them only grew sharper.By dawn, the bathroom light made me look ghostly and pale. My eyes were swollen from exhaustion, too wide and too awake, like my body had decided danger was near and refused to let me forget it.I gripped the edge of the bathroom sink and stared at my reflection in the mirror.Someone knew.Not just about Bryan cheating.Not just about the divorce that was already forming in my mind.Someone knew about Julien.About the way I had fallen ap