Novels by Heather Lucy

Elena. " You have to attend our wedding, Elena. We still need your blessings." He leaned towards her as he seconded, that indulgence, the love that burned in his eyes as he looked at her, one that I had never seen directed at me, was like a smack to my ego, and I looked away. But the words that he had said? So casually? So easily? Like they meant nothing? Those words had my world tilting, and for a second, I felt like I was about to pass out from anger. 'You have to attend our wedding, we still need your blessings.' I repeated those words in my heart, over and over, and each time, something twisted within me. When he chose her over me, that hurt. When he betrayed me, embarrassed me publicly, that was a huge blow to my ego, one that I wasn't sure I was ever going to heal from. But him shamelessly ordering me to attend their wedding? And that too as their maid of honour? And give them my blessings? No words could accurately describe how insulted I felt. And I swear,

Elena. I had spent hours, erasing all traces of him around me, in my house, and in my heart, and when I was nearly done, he had the guts to show up. Yes. Marco Reids stood outside my door, wearing a dazzling smile, and a gaze sharpened by pride. Well, it would have been less insulting if he were alone, but he was not. He was with Chloe, and she had her head resting on his shoulders. What a display! " What do you want?" My voice came out hoarse and dry as I asked. " I...Elena I..." He started, but I had no interest in listening to anything he had to say. "It's good that you are here, because I have something that belongs to you..." I informed, and just as I was about to go back inside the house, his hand firmly held mine, hoisting me in place. "Can you stop it, Elena?" He asked, pure disdain painting his face, and all along, Chloe stood there, silently, a victorious smile plastered on her lips. " I already don't love you...And no amount of convincing will make me

Elena. "Go home and take a rest." He whispered, his tone, still firm, like he was negotiating a business deal, and yet, somehow, it felt comforting, and I felt wrong for feeling comforted by the man who should have become my brother-in-law. " I loved him," I whispered, mindlessly, as I settled on the plush leather seat, the darkness in the car seemingly, merging with the one within me. " Then mourn him...Cry it out." This time, he sounded warmer, softer. "But don't lower yourself, don't trample over your dignity for a person who is not worth it " He added, almost snapped, and I nodded, a glint of resolve glazing my eyes. " You are right. I won't beg for love. I am the Rossis' family heiress." There was a cold glint in my eyes as I vowed, and the flash of pride that fleetingly glazed his eyes as he looked at me, I saw it. " Elena?" He called, so softly, and I felt like I was hallucinating. I had known Lucien for as long as I knew myself. He was several years older

Elena. " Let me walk you downstairs. " Firm and steely, Lucian's voice rang beside me, and when I turned, to face him, something shifted in me. His gaze, unlike many, didn't hold pity, or shame, it was shrouded by my anger, not mine, probably, his brother's. " You knew," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper, as I tore my gaze from him, directing it to the couple who were practically glued to each other on the stage, swaying their bodies gracefully, dancing to the music that sounded like sweet mockery to my ears. Their world was perfect, rocking, moving, while they had effortlessly shoved darkness into mine, and I didn't know how to move on. Looking at Marco's firm hand circling Chloe's tiny waist, bitterness surged within me in waves so violent I felt like I was choking. It should have been me in that position, it should have been me he was holding. Those now noisy cheers should have sounded like the sweetest thing ever, directed to me. The ring that gleamed

Elena. " Chloe, will you marry me?" When he had opened his mouth, I had instinctively raised my hand, too eager to wait for the question to land. And when the question tore through the air, air left my lungs. I stiffened in space, my outstretched hand remained hanging, in the air, awkwardly, "Yes! Yes!" Syrupy, Chloe's voice seeped through the air, and when I turned, I saw her standing, right next to me. When Marco had beckoned me to the stage, I had been too excited, too drawn into his glamour to read my surroundings. It was not after she said yes that I saw her, really saw her. Chloe, my best friend, the girl whom I had considered my sister had her hand outstretched, happily accepting the ring. Marco was on his one knee, as he delicately held her fair hands, gently slipping the ring on. The sight burned my eyes, and I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. I didn't believe that it was happening. For a split second, I hoped that it was a nightmare, a bad dream,

Elena Rossi. "Babe, are you still coming to the ball?" I had just stepped from the shower, my body slightly flushed from the heat when a soft notification chimed in my phone. Naturally, a delicate smile tagged at the corners of my lips as I read the text. It was from Marco Reids, my boyfriend. " I wouldn't miss it for the world." I typed rapidly before I hit send, the same stupid smile still lingering on my lips. Okay, it's called love and I was too far gone. The Reids were holding an event, to celebrate the handover. The Reids' Chairman had just retired, passing his prestigious position to his elder son, Lucien Reids, my boyfriend's stony-faced elder brother. My family was invited, and as Marco's girlfriend, I also got my own invitation card. How could I miss? " In the hallway console table, on the first drawer, there is a red velvet box. Come with it." " Dress nicely. " Just then, two texts came in, at once, and my eyes teared up from just reading them. A red velvet