Novels by Joy chinazam Godswill

The room fell into complete silence.Every pair of eyes turned toward the man standing at the doorway. Tall. Cold. Powerful.Jason Lu walked into the study with slow, controlled steps, his dark tailored suit making his sharp features appear even more intimidating.My breathing became uneven instantly. It was really him. The stranger from my wedding night. The man from the boutique.And now—Young Master Lu.My husband’s son.My mind struggled to process everything at once. This was impossible. Absolutely impossible. Yet the closer he walked toward me, the stronger the familiar warmth became.The same scent. The same eyes. The same voice that haunted my thoughts endlessly. Jason’s sharp gaze finally settled on the lifeless body lying on the bed. For the first time since he entered the room, emotion crossed his face.Pain. Real pain. The powerful aura around him weakened slightly as he stepped closer to his father.“Dad…”The single word sounded unusually heavy. The executives lowered t

“M-Master Lu!”The elderly housekeeper’s terrified cry echoed across the study as doctors rushed around frantically.“His blood pressure is dropping!”“Prepare the oxygen tank!”“Hurry!”Everything became chaotic within seconds. I stood frozen near the fireplace, my entire body trembling violently while the words Mr. Lu had whispered moments ago repeated endlessly inside my head. The man from your wedding night… was never me. My breathing became uneven. Then who was it? Who had kissed me that night? Who held me like I was something precious instead of disposable? And why did Mr. Lu hide the truth? Another violent cough escaped the old billionaire’s lips, pulling me back to reality. Blood stained the edge of his mouth as the doctors desperately tried stabilizing him.“Master Lu, please stay awake!”The sight terrified me. I had only known this man for a few days, yet seeing him so weak suddenly made my chest ache painfully. Maybe because despite everything… He had never truly been crue

The ride back to the mansion was painfully silent.I sat quietly in the backseat of the luxurious black car, clutching the bracelet tightly inside my trembling hands while countless thoughts battled inside my head. The mysterious stranger from the boutique…Who was he?Why did his voice sound exactly like the man from my wedding night? And most importantly…Why did my heart react so strongly whenever he came close to me? I slowly leaned my head against the car window, watching the city lights blur past. Nothing about this marriage made sense anymore. Not the old billionaire. Not the strange wedding tradition. Not the blindfold. Not the mysterious young man. Everything felt like a carefully hidden secret. The moment the car stopped in front of the mansion, my chest tightened uneasily. The huge building looked colder tonight. Almost suffocating.I stepped out of the car slowly and walked inside. The servants bowed respectfully as I passed, but their eyes carried strange pity.As though th

The next morning, reality settled heavily on my shoulders like chains I could not break.I sat quietly on the edge of the enormous bed, staring at the dark silver bracelet resting in my palm.The memory of last night refused to leave my head.The warm touch....The deep voice. The strong arms.Nothing about that man had felt old.Yet everyone in this mansion insisted that my husband was an aging billionaire old enough to be my grandfather.My fingers tightened around the bracelet.Was I losing my mind? Or had someone truly entered my room last night?The thought alone made my heartbeat quicken.I slowly stood from the bed and walked toward the giant mirror standing across the room.For a moment, I barely recognized the woman staring back at me.The girl in the mirror looked exhausted... Broken.Her swollen eyes carried the weight of too many disappointments.I touched my reflection softly. “How did my life end up like this?” I whispered.Growing up, I had once believed love would find

It was my wedding night, and I was supposed to be in bed with my husband—an old man my foster mother had sold me to because, to her, I was nothing more than trash.I lay stiffly on the bed, waiting for the nightmare to begin.A rosy pink blindfold covered my eyes tightly. Earlier that evening, after the wedding ceremony, I had discovered the strange tradition of this house: the bride’s eyes must remain shut until her husband had “claimed” her. Fear curled deep inside my chest.“I only need tonight to escape this mess,” I whispered to myself.By morning, I would pack whatever little belongings I had left and disappear from this cursed mansion.Or so I thought.The room smelled nothing like I expected. Instead of medicine and old age, the air carried a rich masculine scent—fresh, warm, and intoxicating.The bed beneath me was soft and comforting, almost gentle enough to make me forget the terror sitting in my chest.For a moment, I remembered the dreams I once had growing up. I had imag