Novels by Lil_Simple

Morning sunlight spilled over silk sheets, but it brought no warmth. The air between us felt thin, stretched tight with words spoken—and truths still buried deep.I lay on my side, watching Theron stand by the tall window. His silhouette cut sharp against the glass. He wore only his trousers, his bare back marked with faint, old scars. Scars from a life I was only just beginning to understand. A life he had kept hidden from me for years.He had told me everything. Or at least, part of it.Project Obsidian. Lucius Calder. The truth behind my parents’ death.He admitted his father had coveted their work. That Lucius had put them in danger just to seize control of their invention. He admitted staying silent for twelve long years, paralyzed by fear and crushing guilt. And he admitted he loved me. That this contract marriage was never just business—it was his desperate way to keep me close, to protect me, and to atone for the sins of his family.I wanted to believe him. God knows I wanted

The afternoon blurred by in a haze of restless anticipation and cold, sharp planning. After Theron left for the office, I didn’t stay idle. I moved through the vast corridors of Calder Hall like a ghost, every step echoing with the weight of what I now knew. Every painting on the walls, every antique piece of furniture, every member of staff who bowed their head as I passed… they were all part of this web. Part of the empire built on lies, on my parents’ death, on the twisted ambition of Lucius Calder. And yet… it was my empire too. By blood. By inheritance. And now… by marriage. I locked myself in our suite, refusing to speak to anyone, especially Elvira. I knew she was watching. I knew she expected me to crumble, to run, to confront her in rage and grief. She wanted a scene. She wanted me to break so she could step in and play the savior, or the judge, or the executioner. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. I walked to the large walk-in closet, staring at the rows of design

The morning light filtered through heavy velvet curtains, casting long bars of gold and shadow across the tangled silk sheets. I woke slowly, drifting up from the haze of sleep, every inch of my skin still thrumming with the echoes of last night. With the memories of his touch. With the devastating truth he had laid bare. An arm lay heavy across my waist, solid and warm. A chest pressed firm against my back. His breath fanned softly against the nape of my neck, that familiar scent wrapping around me—sandalwood, expensive whiskey, and him. Twelve years. Twelve years I lived under this roof, ate their food, slept in their beds. Twelve years thinking my parents died in a tragic accident. Twelve years never knowing the man who became my guardian, then my husband, carried the weight of his own father’s sins on his shoulders. And yet… I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t. Because tangled in all the lies and silence was something far more dangerous. Love. And the terrifying realizati

The silence in the study was deafening, stretching taut and thin, ready to snap.Theron stood in the doorway, a silhouette against the faint light from the hallway, his face unreadable. His gaze, usually so controlled, was now a vortex of conflicting emotions – anger, fear, and a raw, untamed desperation that made my breath catch in my throat."Raven," he repeated, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that promised both fury and pain. "What have you done?"My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drum against the silence. My fingers clutched my phone, the screen still displaying the chilling Villareal Project: Obsidian file. The image of a younger Theron, laughing with my parents, burned into my retina."What have I done?" I retorted, my voice surprisingly steady despite the tremor in my hands. "What have you done, Theron? You lied to me. For twelve years, you lied to me!"He took a step into the room, then another. Each movement was deliberate, closing the distance between us, until

The man on the balcony was still there.His presence was a physical weight, pressing down on me, making my blood run cold. I knew, with an instinct as sharp as a blade, that he was no ordinary student, no casual passerby. His gaze held a chilling familiarity, as if he knew me, knew my secrets, knew the very foundations of the gilded cage I now found myself in."Raven? Are you alright?" Leo Vergara’s voice cut through the fog of my terror.I blinked, tearing my eyes away from the window. The man was gone. Just an empty balcony. Had I imagined him?"Fine," I mumbled, trying to collect myself. "Just... a bit overwhelmed."Leo studied me, his brow furrowed with concern. "You're shaking. What did you see?"I hesitated. Should I tell him? Should I tell anyone? Theron had warned me about enemies. Was this one of them? And why was this person at my university?"Nothing," I lied, forcing a smile that felt brittle. "Just nerves. First day as Mrs. Calder, I guess."Leo didn't look convinced, but

Morning came too fast.I woke up to the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the heavy velvet curtains, painting stripes of gold across the dark hardwood floor. The room was quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of breathing.I shifted slightly, and immediately felt the soreness between my legs—a dull, throbbing ache that served as a vivid, physical reminder of what had happened last night. My skin felt sensitive, almost hypersensitive, every brush of the bedsheet sending tiny shivers down my spine.I turned my head slowly.Theron was lying beside me, but he wasn't touching me. There was a small, deliberate gap between our bodies. He was on his back, his chest rising and falling steadily, one arm thrown casually over his eyes, blocking out the light.I stared at him.In sleep, he looked different. The harsh lines of his jaw seemed softer, the perpetual frown between his brows was gone. He looked peaceful. Human. Not the terrifying CEO, not the demanding husband. Just a man.I watched