Novels by stanleycherish018

Three weeks in Adrian Vale's mansion, and Isla had become a ghost haunting her own life.She'd mapped out a routine designed around one singular goal: avoid him. Breakfast at 6, before he wakes up, lunch in her room claiming headaches, exhaustion, anything. Dinner at 8:30 after he'd already eaten and disappeared to whatever corners billionaires stayed when they weren't destroying lives.It almost worked.Except the cameras never blinked. An Adrian always knew exactly where she was. The only constant was Margaret. The housekeeper moved Through the house like smoke so quiet and observant, appearing at odd moments with fresh towels or perfectly made tea. She was an amazing At first if love Isla barely noticed her. Until small things stated appearing. Tea prepared exactly how she liked it, even though she'd never told anyone what she liked. A door she'd found locked the day before suddenly open when she tried the handle.Isla didn't trust it. Couldn't afford to.But god, she was starved

BILLIONAIRE ADRIAN VALE WEDS ISLA NORGAN IN PRIVATE CEREMONYFrom Tragedy to Romance: How Love Saved the Morgan HeiressVale's Generous Act: Taking In Disgraced Family Through MarriageIsla scrolled through article after article on her phone, each one more sickening than the last. Photos of her and Adrian leaving the courthouse, when had someone even taken those? her face blurred with tears they were now calling "happy," his hand on her back they were spinning as "protective."The comments were worse.They called her a gold digger, framed her as a gold digger and how lucky she was that Adrian still married her despite her family crime cases.Isla nearly dropped her phone. Adrian stood in her doorway, because knocking apparently was optional when you owned someone."They made my family look like victims." She hated how her voice shook. "We were criminals yesterday. Today we're a tragic love story.""Yesterday you were useless." He draped the garment bag he was holding over her chair. "

The breakfast tray was still sitting outside her door when morning light got brighter.Isla stepped over it, leaving the meal untouched and the drink cold. She spent the morning pacing in jer me cage, because that's what it was, didn't matter how expensive the sheets were. She counted the steps between the bed and the window before her phone buzzed.Lunch. Dining room. 1 PM. Don't be late.She didn't need any help knowing who it was. Isla stared at the text until the screen went dark, then deleted it and went back to pacing.One o'clock came and went.She was curled up in the window seat, watching clouds move across a sky she couldn't touch, when her door opened without knocking.Adrian filled the doorway like a storm front, expression iced cold. "You missed lunch." Isla didn't turn around. "I wasn't hungry.""I asked you if you were." "Good thing I wasn't asking for permission." She kept her eyes on the window.His footsteps crossed the room, slow and deliberate. "We had an agreem

The pen was a loaded gun, and Isla was about to pull the trigger on her own life.She stared at the signature line, black ink on cream paper so expensive it probably cost more than her last meal. The contract sat on Adrian Vale's desk, all those legal words all different ways of saying the same thing: you're mine now.Her hand shook. She hated that it did.This wasn't a choice. Choices were for people who still had something left to lose.Seventy-two hours ago, her entire world had exploded in real-time, broadcasted live for everyone.The charity gala had been her father's stage: David Morgan in full performance, that practiced laugh bouncing off the marble columns like he owned the room and everything in it.Then the microphone shrieked, noise that made everyone wince.A woman in gray suit appeared at the podium with a briefcase and a smile that could've cut diamonds. "Forensic audit complete," she announced, voice carrying over the confused murmurs. "Ten years of systematic embezzle