Novels by Fola

Luke: The moment Bella pushed her chair back, I knew exactly why she was leaving. No one has to explain it to me. I knew Bella better than anyone else once did. She had always been that way. If she disliked someone enough, she wouldn't even force herself to stay in the same room with them, let alone sit at the same dining table and share a meal. She would rather excuse herself quietly than pretend everything was fine. And right now, the person she couldn't bear to be around was me. The realization settled heavily in my chest. "Bella." Her name slipped out before I could stop myself. She froze halfway to the doorway. For one second, hope surged inside me. Maybe she'd turn around, she'd look at me the way she used to, she'd give me one chance to explain. But she didn't, she remained standing with her back to me, her shoulders stiff, refusing to meet my eyes. That hurt far more than I expected, she couldn't even look at me anymore. But we were both at fault, she kissed an

Bella:The moment I saw Luke, every bit of peace I've managed to build over the last five years disappeared.I lowered my eyes immediately, forcing myself to focus on the food in front of me. My fingers tightened around the fork in my hand as I tried to keep my expression calm.I couldn't believe fate had such a twisted sense of humor. Out of everyone in the world...I will sit at the same dining table as the man who had destroyed my marriage.Five whole years had passed since our divorce. People always said time healed everything.They lied. Time has only taught me how to survive.It has taught me how to smile again, how to rebuild my career, how to become stronger than the broken woman who walked away from that marriage. But it had never erased the pain.Whenever I remembered what Luke had done to me, my chest hurt physically, and I couldn't control the pain.It wasn't just the cheating, it was the lies, the humiliation, the way he chose another woman over the wife who loved him wi

Bella:Aiden gently intertwined our fingers as we walked out of the Grand Palais.The simple gesture brought an unexpected sense of comfort. The heaviness that had settled in my chest after seeing Luke seemed to ease, even if it was only a little.Almost immediately, reporters surrounded us from every direction."Miss Bella! Over here!""Congratulations on winning Best Model of the Year!""Are you and Mr. Blackwood dating?""When is the wedding?""Cameras this way, please!"Microphones were shoved toward our faces while camera flashes lit up the night.Aiden merely smiled politely."No questions tonight," he said calmly.He tightened his hold on my hand and guided me through the crowd while his bodyguards cleared a path for us.I stayed close beside him, grateful that he was taking care of everything.The moment we reached the car park, my steps faltered.I saw Luke leaning against his black car with his arms folded across his chest.For a second, my heart forgot how to beat.The sig

Luke's POV Serena still wasn't over her exes. The funny thing was, she never tried to hide it. Every chance she got, she'd compare me to them. “They weren't rich,” she said coldly, staring me straight in the eye. “That's the only difference between you and them.” Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heels and walked away, leaving me standing there in silence. I watched her disappear into the crowd before letting out a long, exhausted sigh. This...This has been my life ever since we got married. To everyone else, Serena was the perfect wife—elegant, supportive, affectionate. The media adored her. Friends envied our marriage. But behind closed doors, it was completely different. She spoke to me however she pleased, constantly belittled me, and somehow always found a way to make me feel like I wasn't enough. I haven't seen this side of her until it was too late. Divorce had crossed my mind more than once, but I wasn't foolish enough to rush into it. B

“You okay?” Aiden's familiar voice pulled me back to reality. I looked up at him and forced a small smile. “I'm okay.” He studied my face carefully. “You don't look okay.” I exhaled quietly. “I'm just…sad. My mum should've been here. I wish she could've seen this.” His expression softened instantly. Without saying anything, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “She saw it.” I looked at him. “Trust me.If there's anywhere she could be right now, she'd be watching you. And she'd be the loudest person clapping in this entire hall.” A small laugh escaped me. “You think so?” “Yes, I know.” He squeezed my shoulder lightly. “She'd be unbelievably proud of the woman you've become.” I nodded slowly. “Yeah…” For a few seconds, neither of us spoke. Then his smile became playful. “You know...I won.” I frowned. “What are you talking about?” “The bet.” He folded his arms proudly. “I told you you'd win Best Model of the Year.” I rolled my eyes. “You got lucky.” “I never get lucky

Bella: The moment my eyes drifted away from the audience, I forced myself to breathe. No. It can't be him. And even if it was, his presence had no right to ruin the happiest day of my life. Not today. Not after everything I'd fought through to stand on this stage. I tightened my grip around the microphone, my fingers trembling despite every effort to steady them. My heartbeat echoed loudly in my ears, drowning out everything else for a second. Looking across the magnificent hall filled with the biggest names in fashion, I suddenly realised this wasn't just another awards ceremony. This was the moment I'd spent five years bleeding for. Five years of rejection. Five years of loneliness. Five years of rebuilding a life that had once been completely destroyed. I swallowed the lump in my throat before finally speaking. “When people look at this trophy,”I begin softly again, my voice trembling with emotion, “they see success. They see glamorous runways, expensive

Noa:I waited until Dominic checked his phone and confirmed Nicholas is still at the office. Only then did I walk out of the guest room, towel wrapped tight around my body, bare feet silent on the floor. My heart hammered on my chest the whole way to our bedroom. I lock the door behind me, drop the towel, walk straight into a scalding shower. Soap, shampoo, the whole routine—scrubbing every place his mouth and hands and cock have been. I dry off fast, pull on pajamas, and head downstairs.The kitchen looks exactly the way we left it. My torn sheer lingerie and panties still lie in a small heap near the counter. Heat floods my face at the sight. Fuck, that man is exactly my type—the way he tears clothes, the way he takes what he wants. Unlike Nicholas, very boring man.I gather the ruined fabric, shove it deep into the trash under the sink, and lock the front door just as the doorbell rings.I smooth my hair, force a calm breath, and open it.Nicholas steps inside. “Where were y

Dominic:“Father… are you in there?” Nicholas asked again. Noa gasps. Her hand flies up, palm pressing hard over her own mouth. Her eyes wide, body rigid in front of me. “Never mind,” Nicholas says after a short pause. “You carry on. I was looking for Noa, but maybe she went out.”His footsteps move away down the hall, then fade toward the stairs. We both let out a long, shaky breath at the same time. I know very well, my son must've thought I brought in a bitch, not knowing I was receiving the best blowjob from his wife.No woman has ever sucked me the way Noa did, not even my babymama which is Nicholas’s mother.The second the house was quiet again stood up.“I have to go.” she whimpered.I catch her wrist before she can straighten fully. “You’ll go nowhere, Noa. Not until I’m done with you.”“What?” she whispers, glancing at the door. “My husband is looking for me.”“Let him look.” I tighten my grip, carry her, and throw her gently on the bed.Then came on top of her.One hand

Dominic:Yes, I know she’s my daughter-in-law. The second I fucked her senseless in the guest room, though, something in me locked into place. She became mine. And nothing pisses me off more than seeing another man anywhere near what’s mine.I tear the sheer lingerie off her shoulders. The thin fabric rips easy. Then I hook my fingers in the sides of her panties and yank them down until they snap. She is now standing naked in the middle of the kitchen, tits rising and falling hard, nipples already tight.“I know I’ve never told you that you’re mine,” I grunt, catching both her wrists and pinning them against the counter, “but you should’ve known.”She struggles, trying to free herself from my grip.I spin her around hard, bend her forward over the edge so her ass pushes out toward me, pussy glistening between her thighs.Her pussy lips are pink, and her butt, just the way I like it, big and soft.My son is taking her for granted, does he even realize what he's missing?“Dom… let m

The next evening Nicholas left for the office just after six, briefcase in hand, a quick kiss on my forehead that barely registered. The second the front door clicked shut, Dominic was going upstairs, walking behind me, like he’d been waiting for the sound. He didn’t say a word—just crooked a finger and walked upstairs, toward the guest room. I bit my lips, understanding he wants me to be in the room, and I also want him.Desperate me followed him, I still want him anyway.We fucked slower this time. He had me on my back first, legs over his shoulders, watching my face while his dick was thrusting inside me deeply. Then he made me sit on top of him so I could ride him at my own pace, my hands caressing his chest, watching the way his jaw tightened every time I sank all the way down. “Do you feel guilty while doing this?” I asked him, staring into his eyes, while his dick still buried inside me.“Why feel guilty when we can just enjoy the moment?” He replied.He's right, enjoyi

Noa:He fucked me through out the night in every position the bed would allow.And I rode him hard, sinking down until I felt him bottom out, the thick head of his cock pressing right against my cervix. The stretch was brutal and perfect; each downward thrust forced a sharp cry out of me that I tried to muffle against his shoulder.I loved how rough he was—how he gripped my hips hard enough to leave fingerprints, how he flipped me onto my stomach without warning and drove back in until the headboard slammed the wall. Nicholas never touched me like this. My husband is always apologetic when he comes. He doesn't even last up to an hour, sometimes a minute.But Dominic took what he wanted. Forty-five years old and still hard as rock., still capable of pounding a tight pussy until it ached in the best way. I keep thinking how impossible it was that this man fathered the nonchalant, distant man I married.Or Nicholas didn't just love me? Because people will say men aren't nonchala

Noa: I know it's gonna be a long night and I've never imagined this all my life, sex with my father-in-law? No fucking way! Because we barely say a word to each other.Guilt will eat me up later and I'll gladly swallow it now. Nicholas did me a good favour by choosing his work tonight, he let me have a taste of his father's dick. He's incredibly good in bed, I must admit.I bit my lower lip, when was the last time I ever had this kind of sex? His fingers found me still open and messy, two of them sliding through the swollen folds like they belonged there. My pussy is swollen, and i still want him to bang me more. He spread me with his thumb and forefinger, holding my pussy lips apart so the cool air hit everything that was still throbbing.“Look at this,” he said, voice low against my ear. “Your cunt is puffy, your pussy lips are so pink and leaking for me.”I felt the stretch of him holding me open. It was filthy and intimate and I couldn’t stop the small, broken sound that left