Novels by authoressviviannee

AMELIA I swallowed hard, my hands trembling at my sides while the MC continued, wrapping up the final details of the auction with enthusiasm. As was the custom in the district’s auction, everything had to be paid in full immediately. The MC gestured toward a payment terminal on the stage and asked Jason to step forward. Jason pulled out a golden card from his jacket pocket and the entire hall watched in silence as the MC swiped the card with a quick motion. Moments later, the big screen behind the stage lit up with the transaction details, showing the debit amount of eight hundred and ten thousand dollars in bold numbers. A fresh round of claps and cheers erupted from the guests, some raising their champagne glasses in admiration for the record-breaking sale. The event slowly came to a close after that. People began standing from their seats, chatting in small groups while waiters cleared the empty glasses and plates. The classical music faded into softer background notes, and t

AMELIA’S POV My heart was still racing from everything that had just happened, but all the same, I felt comfortable in his presence. “What’s your name?” I asked finally. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached out and took the small oil painting from my hands. He turned it slightly, studying it for a while before he spoke again. “The auction will start soon,” he said, his tone calm and reassuring. “I can help you get this to the organizers so it has a proper chance.” I hesitated, my fingers twitching as if they wanted to snatch the painting back. I didn’t know this man at all. He had defended me in front of everyone, fixed my dress, and listened to my confession without judgment, but that didn’t mean I could trust him completely. My stomach twisted with doubt as I shifted my weight from one foot to the other on the floor. “I appreciate it, but… I still don’t know you,” I murmured. “Can you at least tell me your name?” He stepped a little closer, and before I could pu

AMELIA’S POV My cheeks still burned with embarrassment from the triplets cruel words, and my fingers trembled around the edge of my oil painting. I could feel every eye on me, judging the plain navy blue dress that suddenly felt even more out of place. Jason’s face twisted with fury as he stepped forward, his shoulders squared and his fists clenched at his sides. Kyle and Damian flanked him and I knew they were about to turn this moment into another nightmare for me, right here in front of everyone who mattered in the district. Before Jason could even confront the hooded stranger, a voice boomed from the stage at the front of the hall. The MC, a tall man in a crisp black suit with a microphone in hand, tapped it once and cleared his throat. “Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention please. The district’s annual art exhibition and auction is about to begin. Please take your seats as we start with the opening showcase of pieces from our talented local artists.” Just l

AMELIA’S POV It was the familiar sound of the car horn that pulled me out of my slumber. I peered at the wall clock hanging above and saw that it was a little past midnight. Rubbing the remnants of sleep off my eyes, I trudged towards the gate. There were only three people in the pack house who moved around at midnight like fucking ghosts and it was none other than the Nevermore triplets — Jason, Kyle, and Damian, the bratty sons of the Alpha of the Nevermore pack and my worst nightmares. In the two years that I’d served as a maid for the Nevermores, the triplets had literally made my life hell on earth. However, nothing annoyed me more than their frequent late night outings which meant I had to stay up till they were all back and let them in. I crossed the lawn quickly and opened the gate before they could throw a tantrum but apparently I wasn’t quick enough for their liking. “Lord knows what you do all day in this house,” Jason grumbled as soon as he alighted from the car. Ky