Novels by Miss Rhyjhyoce 🌺💙

Living in Killian Frost's house felt less like living and more like existing inside a controlled experiment.Everything had rules. Everything had order. Aubrey was starting to realize she wasn't anything in this house. Not an employee. Not a guest. Not family. Just… a condition he had agreed to manage.And he managed everything. Even her breathing, if he could. Breakfast that morning had already proven it.Aubrey stirred her coffee lazily, sitting at the long marble dining table big enough for ten people but usually held only two of them—him at the head, her somewhere far down like she was some sort of inconvenience that he had to put up with.She lifted the cup.Barely took a sip.“Put that down.”His voice cut through the heavy silence instantly. Aubrey didn’t even look up. “And Good morning to you too.”Killian stood by the window, perfectly dressed as always, his posture rigid like he had never once slouched in his entire life. His gaze flicked to her cup.“What is that?”She fol

Aubrey had never seen anything like it before.Not in real life. Not even in movies that exaggerated wealth to feel unreal.This wasn’t a house.It was a statement.The black gates opened slowly as the car rolled into the Frost estate, revealing a world that felt deliberately separated from everything she knew. High walls wrapped around perfectly cut gardens, fountains rose and fell in controlled rhythm, and sleek luxury cars lined the driveway like it was some kind of exhibition.Even the air here felt different—cleaner, heavier.Aubrey pressed her hand lightly against the seat, suddenly feeling out of place in this whole new environment.“This is ridiculous,” she whispered under her breath.Killian, seated beside her, didn’t look impressed or entertained. “You’ll get used to it,” he said calmly.Aubrey turned toward him sharply. “I highly doubt that.”That earned her nothing. Not even a glance of acknowledgment.The car continued forward, tires gliding over polished stone until it

The hospital room felt painfully cold, the kind of cold that seeped into bone and stayed there, refusing to leave no matter how tightly you wrapped your arms around yourself.Aubrey sat stiffly on the edge of the examination bed, fingers clenched together so tightly her knuckles turned white. The hospital gown she wore did nothing to protect her from the chill—or from the reality of why she was here.Doctors moved around her with practiced efficiency, voices low, clipped,professional. Killian stood near the window.As always, he looked like he didn’t belong in a place like this- his face emotionless as usual. His tailored black suit didn’t have a single wrinkle. His posture was straight, hands tucked casually into his pockets, gaze fixed on the city outside as if the skyline held more value than whatever was going on inside this room.Aubrey watched him for a moment too long.“You could at least pretend to be human,” she muttered under her breath.Without turning, he replied flatly,

The black Maybach came to a smooth stop in front of a tower of glass and steel that seemed to swallow the sky.Aubrey leaned back slightly, staring up.Frost Corporation.The name was carved into the building in steel work that looked like it cost a lot.Her stomach churned.She stepped out, instantly hit by the cold city wind. Her thrifted shoes touched pavement so polished it reflected the building like a mirror. Everything here looked expensive enough to make her feel like she didn’t belong.Because she didn’t.Her fingers tightened around her worn-out handbag as a woman in a tailored grey suit approached her.“Miss Lane. This way.”No handshake. No smile. Just direction. Like she was some robot doing exactly what it was programmed to do and nothing else.Aubrey followed, her heels clicking against marble floors so clean they looked unused. The lobby was quiet. Too quiet. In a way that felt intentional, like noise wasn’t allowed without permission.They moved past security, past re

Rain hammered violently against the hospital windows, relentless and heavy, as though the sky itself had decided to collapse. Inside the narrow hallway, Aubrey Lane stood frozen under the luminescent white light, staring at the bill in her trembling hands.$300,000.The number didn’t look real. It looked like something printed by mistake. Like it was for someone else who could actually afford such money.Her fingers tightened around the edges of the bill until the paper crumpled slightly. Her vision blurred.Not from the rain outside, but from the tears threatening to fall from her eyes as they quivered helplessly.“Miss Lane,” the doctor said carefully stepping closer. His voice was gentle,practiced, like he had done this too many times before. “Your mother needs immediate surgery. Any further delay could lead to significant risks and complications”.Risk.Complications.Her mother's death.Each word hit hard against her chest.Aubrey swallowed hard, her throat dry. She forced a we