Novels by E. Nuella

The doors to Chloe's ward had barely closed behind him when Lucien turned toward Amelia. His brows were tightly drawn together. "What are you doing here?"His voice was calm, but the concern beneath it was obvious.Amelia took a slow breath. "I came to visit your mother."Lucien looked at her carefully. "What happened?"As they began walking down the corridor together, Amelia answered quietly. "She invited me over for tea this afternoon."Lucien listened without interrupting."We were talking. She seemed completely fine." She paused, as though the memory still unsettled her. "Then suddenly... she stopped responding."Lucien's expression hardened. "What do you mean?""She just..." Amelia swallowed. "...collapsed. I called for help immediately. The staff contacted the family doctor while I stayed with her until the ambulance arrived."Lucien's pace unconsciously became quicker. "Did she regain consciousness?"Amelia shook her head. "Not before they brought her here."Silence settled bet

The car came to a sudden stop outside Grey Memorial Hospital. Before the driver could even turn off the engine, he hurried out and rushed to Chloe's side. He pulled the door open."Mrs. Grey."Carefully, he helped her out. The moment her feet touched the ground, another sharp pain shot through her body. She gasped softly and almost lost her balance. The driver caught her immediately."I've got you."She nodded weakly, unable to say much. Her breathing had become uneven. One hand clutched her abdomen while the other held tightly onto the driver's arm.Hospital staff noticed them almost immediately. A nurse hurried over. "What happened?""She's in severe pain," the driver answered quickly. "And she's bleeding."The nurse's expression changed instantly. "Bring a wheelchair."Within seconds, another nurse arrived. They carefully helped Chloe into the chair. Everything around her suddenly became faster. Voices echoed through the entrance."Move this way.""Call the doctor.""Prepare an exa

The morning had started better than the night before. By the time Chloe woke up, the sharp pain had eased again. She sat on the edge of her bed for several minutes, taking slow breaths."It passed..." she whispered to herself.Maybe it really was stress. That was what she kept telling herself. She couldn't afford to stop now. Blue Designs had scheduled another meeting, and she had spent days preparing for it.After getting ready, she left the penthouse with her sketchbooks in her bag. The butler smiled politely as she walked past. "Have a good day, Mrs. Grey.""You too."She returned the smile before getting into the car.---The meeting at Blue Designs lasted longer than expected. The design team gathered around a large table, discussing materials, production schedules, and final adjustments.Evie held up one of Chloe's sketches. "I love this version.""So do I." Another designer agreed. "The details around the center stone are much stronger."Chloe smiled. "I'm glad you like it."Fo

The room remained quiet after Lucien's phone stopped ringing. Neither of them reached for the notebooks again. They simply sat there, the silence between them no longer carrying the weight it once had.Lucien glanced at the phone lying face down on the table before looking back at Chloe. "I've been meaning to ask you something."Chloe lifted her eyes. "What is it?"He was quiet for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "It's about your mother."The question caught her slightly off guard. "My mother?"He nodded. "You've mentioned her before, but... not much."Chloe lowered her gaze. For a brief moment, she simply looked at her hands resting in her lap. When she finally spoke, her voice was softer than before."My mother wasn't rich, but she made everything around her feel rich."Lucien listened without interrupting."She loved making things. She believed beautiful things didn't have to be expensive. They only had to be made with care."A small smile found its way onto Chloe's face. "

The silence remained between them. Neither Chloe nor Lucien moved. The conversation they had just shared lingered in the room, settling into every quiet corner. For the first time, neither of them seemed eager to escape it.Lucien's gaze rested on the notebook still in Chloe's hands. He looked at it for several moments before speaking. "Show me."Chloe blinked. "...Show you what?"He met her eyes. "The designs."She frowned slightly. "What designs?""The ones you've started for Blue Designs." He glanced toward the stack of sketchbooks on her desk. "All of them."She stared at him. For a second, she thought she had heard him wrong. "You... want to see them?""Yes." The answer came simply. Without hesitation.Chloe searched his face. She had become good at reading people over the years. She looked for sarcasm. For doubt. For another accusation waiting beneath the surface. For some hidden reason behind the request. She found none. Lucien simply stood there, waiting.She looked away first

Chloe sat quietly in the doctor's office. Neither of them spoke for several seconds. The doctor's expression remained calm, but there was a carefulness in his eyes that made her stomach tighten.He folded the papers in front of him before looking at her again. "Mrs. Grey, I'd like to run a few more tests."Chloe blinked. "More tests? Is... something wrong?"The doctor offered a reassuring smile. "I don't want you to worry unnecessarily. There are still things I'd like to confirm before saying anything definite."She nodded slowly, though the answer did little to ease her mind. "So you don't know yet?""I have a suspicion," he replied honestly. "But medicine isn't about assumptions. I'd rather be certain."He slid a request form across the desk. "I'd like you to come back as soon as possible. The sooner we complete these, the sooner we'll have answers."Chloe looked down at the paper. It suddenly felt much heavier than it should have. "Is it serious?"The doctor was quiet for a moment.

The next morning, Zayden and Selene sat across from the lawyer handling the investigation into Selene’s missing medical records. A thick folder rested on the table between them. Selene stared at it, her fingers tightly wrapped around the warm cup of coffee in front of her—she had barely touched it. The words from the previous night were still fresh in her mind: one of her medical documents had not simply disappeared. Someone had removed it. And now, for the first time, they were going to find out who. The lawyer, Mr. Anderson, opened the folder and adjusted his glasses. “We managed to trace the activity surrounding your records,” he said. Zayden leaned back slightly, his expression hardening. “And?” Mr. Anderson took out several printed documents. “Someone accessed your medical file shortly after your miscarriage.” Selene’s fingers stopped moving. “Shortly after?” “Yes.” Her stomach tightened. “Who?” “That is where things become complicated.” Mr. Anderson placed another

Selene woke before her alarm. For several seconds she stared at the ceiling, still caught somewhere between sleep and memory. Then it came back: the study, Zayden’s hand against her cheek, his lips on hers, the warmth of his arm around her waist, her fingers gripping his shirt as though letting go had never been an option. Selene’s cheeks grew warm. She turned onto her side and pulled the blanket over her face. “Oh, God.” She had kissed her husband—not because of the contract, not because Rosie needed a mother, not because she was trying to forget Tristan. She had wanted to kiss him. That was the part she could no longer run from. For weeks she’d told herself that the strange flutter in her chest whenever Zayden looked at her was gratitude, that the comfort she felt around him came from finally being treated with kindness. But gratitude didn’t make her heart race when he walked into a room. Comfort didn’t make her want to stay in his arms. And it certainly didn’t make her wish tha

For several seconds, neither Selene nor Zayden moved.Rosie's words hung between them, innocent and completely unfiltered."You're really in love!"Selene felt heat rush into her cheeks.She slowly pulled her hand from Zayden's.Rosie immediately noticed."Why did you let go?""Rosie," Zayden said, his voice carrying the quiet warning of a father who was already regretting every word his daughter had said.The little girl only grinned."But you like Mommy."Selene covered her face with one hand.Zayden sighed."Go finish your breakfast.""Are you going to hold hands again?""Rosie."She giggled before running back towards the dining room.Selene waited until her footsteps disappeared before looking at Zayden.Neither spoke.Then she laughed softly."I don't think I've ever seen you this speechless.""I've handled hostile board meetings with less difficulty."That made her laugh again.The tension eased, but something remained beneath it.Something neither of them could pretend wasn't

Zayden barely slept. The ring remained in his possession throughout breakfast, the cool metal turning slowly between his fingers whenever his thoughts became too loud. He had told himself not to make assumptions; yet, seeing Selene's wedding ring lying alone on the table that morning had unsettled him more than he wanted to admit. Maybe she had changed her mind, or maybe what he had said the night before had frightened her. He had been careful not to pressure her, but perhaps even admitting that he wanted more had been enough to make her reconsider everything—the thought sat heavily in his chest.When Selene finally walked into the dining room, Zayden looked up, watching as she smiled at him. “Good morning.”“Morning.” His response was polite—altogether too polite—and Selene noticed immediately.She slowed beside the table, studying him carefully. “What's wrong?”“Nothing.” He placed his coffee down with a measured motion.Selene pulled out the chair across from him. “You've said abou

The car was quiet, while outside, New York continued moving around them—headlights passing through the windshield in brief flashes before disappearing into the darkness. Zayden remained turned towards Selene, one hand resting loosely on the steering wheel while the other lay flat against his thigh. He had been silent for long enough that Selene's heartbeat had started to match the steady rhythm of the ticking indicator on the dashboard."What is it?" she asked again, her voice softer this time.Zayden looked at her for a long moment. "When we agreed to this marriage, it was supposed to be simple."Selene swallowed, knowing exactly what he meant."One year," he continued, his tone smooth yet deliberate. "Clear boundaries; no expectations." His voice remained calm, but there was something altogether different beneath it tonight—something far less controlled. "We both knew what we were agreeing to."Selene nodded slowly. "Yes.""And I was comfortable with that."She watched his face care

Bianca couldn't shake the woman's question. She sat alone in her office long after most of the employees had gone home, staring at the phone in her hand. What do Selene's biological parents have to do with the hospital? The question had been simple — the woman's refusal to answer had made it terrifying.Bianca's thumb hovered over the contact before she pressed call again. The woman answered on the fourth ring."Why are Selene's biological parents connected to the hospital?" Bianca asked immediately.Silence."You called me about the records," Bianca continued, her voice tightening. "You said something about her parents. I need to know what you meant.""I can't discuss this with you."Bianca's jaw clenched. "You've already told me enough to make me suspicious.""I told you nothing that concerns you.""Then why mention her parents?"Another pause."Forget what I said."The call ended. Bianca stared at the screen, her reflection looking back at her from the black glass — pale, tense, ey