Novels by Icy Ink

How does one deny the truth?I mean, she knew it was the truth. She knew I knew the truth. There was simply no way for her to deny it anymore, and that was exactly why she started begging.“I’m begging you, Lyra. Please don’t tell Victor the truth. This baby is the only thing keeping him.”“Oh, you mean the nonexistent baby?”Don’t call me out for being harsh or mocking her. Didn’t she just sound cocky a minute ago? Besides, what exactly was I supposed to do? Pretend I believed her when we both knew there was no baby?“Lyra, I know I’ve asked you for a favor before. I asked you to leave Victor for me, and you did. I know what kind of a good soul you have.”“Oh…” I laughed, unable to believe what I was hearing. “So you think because I have a good heart, then I’m a fool?”“No. I think you’re amazing, and no cruelty of this world can change you.”For a moment, I just stared into the phone.Christine really knew how to choose her words when she needed something from me. She had gone from

There was a tiny flag printed on the back of one seat. I stared at it for a few seconds as everything finally clicked.That was what made me realise whatever this was, it had to do with the president.I didn't ask any questions. There was no point.Somehow, knowing that this was the president's doing made me relax instead of panic. It was strange because just a few minutes ago I had been surrounded by men dressed in black, taken out of my car and placed into another vehicle without any explanation.Normally, that would have terrified me. But this? This felt different.If the president himself was involved, then at least I knew I wasn't being randomly kidnapped by some criminal who had decided to target me.I leaned back against the seat and tried to make myself comfortable.The man sitting beside me remained completely silent, his expression unreadable. I didn't bother trying to make conversation either. Clearly, whoever had sent them had given them instructions, and those instruction

Carol was smiling as she looked at me, breathing out loudly like she was relieved or something. It was such a strange reaction to see from someone sitting inside a prison cell, almost as if my arrival had been the one thing she had been waiting for.“I really didn't think you'd come.” She said, “where's the president, or did he just give them a call?” She fixed her hair almost like she was ready to leave, as though she genuinely expected me to have walked in there with the power to get her out.I didn't reply.I was just watching her, wondering how she was my mom.There were so many things I wanted to ask her, so many things I wanted to understand, but every time I looked at her, all I could see was someone who had made my life harder in ways I couldn't even begin to explain.“Lyra.”“You wanted to save Victor, right?”“What? I already told you.”“Then why don't you suddenly want to stay here any longer?”She stared at me, clearly confused by where I was going with this.“Lyra, did yo

I asked Sophia to go let Ronan in because, really, this was crazy. As soon as he walked in, I asked him if he stayed at a hotel.“No, I flew here early this morning. Two hours isn't that far away, Lyra.” He said, setting down the basket that I already knew was filled with breakfast. “You said you'd be busy, so I asked for our breakfast to be made.”“Yeah.” I got up and asked Sophia to go continue with her work.I checked the basket, and it had all my favorites. I didn't even know he knew that. I mean, when we were together, he didn't show any sign of interest in my life, remember?He was always so caught up in everything else that sometimes I genuinely wondered if he even noticed the little things about me.Yet here he was, standing in my office with a basket filled with food he somehow knew I liked.“This smells amazing.” I said, trying not to sound shocked or anything. The Lyra here didn't give a shit about that. She was a trillionaire. I wasn't going to sit here acting impressed be

I feel like I’ve said this enough times, especially when I found out Sebastian's wife was a lesbian. Like, I even said I was more fascinated by the idea.I think it’s beautiful that same-gender people can find each other irresistible, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with that. It just wasn’t for me, and that was okay.I liked men.I liked someone much stronger than me, and there was just something about the scent of men that I liked. Maybe it was the familiarity of it, maybe it was the way they carried themselves, but whatever it was, it was simply what attracted me.So Daniella asking me this made me want to puke, especially because she wanted to use sex to get me very important information.“Now, even if you were a man, I would not sleep with you for information, that’s beneath me,” I told her. “And if you're not willing to help, that’s alright. I’ll find a way.”“My guy is the lead of this investigation, there’s no other way.”“There’s always another way.”“All because you d

There was nothing I said or did that made them change their mind about keeping my father. They were firm on their decision, and after multiple attempts that all ended with the same answer, I eventually gave up. They didn't even allow me to see him.“No one can see him until we have thoroughly questioned him.”There was nothing I could do about it. I could argue, threaten, call lawyers, demand answers, but none of that was going to make them open that door and let me see my father. I hated feeling this helpless, especially when it involved him.Plus, tomorrow I had a very important meeting in Houston, which was another reason I had to leave. I couldn't afford to sit around the station for hours knowing I had no way of getting my father released. So, as soon as I was back in the car, on the way to the airport, I contacted every lawyer I could find on the Internet.Tristan was the trusted lawyer I had when I first entered this world, but after his threat, I couldn't trust him anymore. Fo