Novels by Viever

The fog swirled around George and Elena. The only light was the flickering lamppost. And his grey eyes, dark and furious, pinned on her. Were you going to do it, Elena? he asked again, this time he sounded broken and betrayed. Elena shook her head. Tears were already falling as she answered; “No. I swear No, I wasn't going to stalk you, nor steal from you just to feed them the information they needed George. Then why the hell did you sneak out? George asked.his eyes locked into hers like he was searching for the truth. The text, she choked out. “It said... it said something would happen to my mom. That they would expose you that the marriage was only a contract for you to get the 10.2 billion dollars deal with the Laurent Group, and when that happens my mom's hospital debt would return to normal; so I panicked. This was half the truth. George stared at her for a long, terrible second. Like he was trying to see straight into her. You’re lying, he said finally. Elena’s br

The penthouse was quiet. George had walked Elena to the guest room himself. No words. Just stood in the doorway with his hands in his pockets, grey eyes scanning her like he was memorizing every inch of her. This is your room, he said finally. For now. “For now”. The way he said it made her stomach flip. She nodded and closed the door. The silk sheets were cold. The view of the city was beautiful. None of it mattered. At around 10:30pm there was a soft knock on her door and it was George. He had brought her tea. Chamomile. Drink it, he said, setting it on the nightstand. You look like you are about to pass out. I’m fine, Elena replied softly. He didn’t believe her. He never did. George sat at the bed side as he watched Elena take the chamomile tea; the room was quite until Elena spoke: i used to paint, she said softly. Before my mom got sick; watercolours, landscape, and all of it. Where? George asked as he leaned back. At the Garden park that is why the text…… she

Elena panicked as she saw the look on George's face and asked calmly yet scared "what was sent to you?" Without a word George held his phone out to her. It was a live video, streaming directly from room 412 at saint mercy’s hospital. Vanessa sat beside Elena’s mother's bed, Mrs. Lilian, holding her frail hand and smiling softly at the camera like she’d been there for years. The caption underneath made Elena’s stomach drop: Exclusive: George Herbert’s Real Fiancee Confronts side chicks Mother. And then Vanessa looked straight into the lens and said, her voice syrupy sweet “Ohh, who is Elena Thomas” she paused and after a while she said “She’s just a social climber and a gold digger but i won't let her dig her long evil claws into my fiance without putting up a fight” The video ended. For a moment neither of them spoke. The only sound was the distant traffic outside and the pounding of Elena’s heart in her ears. George pocketed his phone and looked at her, and for the fir

George stared at his phone screen for a while and then he held the screen up for Elena to see. It was a photo of Elena walking into Litdom 30 minutes ago and was escorted by George's assistant David. And also a photo of Vanessa Laurent, George's fiancee storming out from the same building in dismay. The caption underneath read: “A mysterious woman seen walking into Litdom company with Billionaire CEO George Herbert’s Assistant. Wedding rumors already? And the first comment with the most likes was tagged to her @Elena.Thomas.official: “so you are the gold-digger who broke up Vanessa and George?” George’s jaw ticked. Too late, he said. The world already thinks you’re mine. Elena looked up to George, panic rising in her throat but she still remained calm. Before she could find her voice to speak, David knocked and opened the door. The car is ready, Mr. Herbert. I’ve also sent someone to pack Miss Thomas’s things from her apartment, he said. Elena stared at him. hold on a

After a hard thought for a while, Elena reached for the pen. Her hand didn’t shake. There was no time for it to shake. She was about to sign when the double doors to the office slammed open so hard the glass rattled. A woman in a red silk dress walked in, her heels clicking across the floor like a countdown. She was beautiful in a cruel way, with red lips and eyes that assessed Elena in one second and dismissed her in the next. Well, well, the woman purred. What do we have here? She looked at the contract, then at Elena, then threw her head back and laughed. George, darling, she said, walking right up to him and sliding a hand down his chest. Are you really going to marry her? Because that would be awkward, seeing as I’m four months pregnant with your baby. The room went still. George’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t move away from the woman’s touch. Instead, his grey eyes flicked to Elena. The pen was still in Elena’s hand, hovering one inch above the signat

The fluorescent lights in St. Mercy Hospital buzzed overhead, and Elena Thomas swore she could hear every single one of them drilling into her skull. She sat in the waiting area with a manila envelope trembling in her hands, and inside that envelope was a bill that might as well have been a death sentence. $2,340,000. Due by 11:59PM tonight. Her mother, Lillian Thomas, was on the fourth floor in room 412, hooked up to machines that were the only thing keeping stage 4 ovarian cancer from taking her completely. The doctors had said one more round of chemo might buy them another six months. Six months Elena couldn’t afford. Her phone vibrated. It was another declined payment notification from the bank. Her account balance read $342.17. The nurse, a kind woman named Mrs. Adele, stopped in front of her with that practiced look of sympathy that meant bad news. “Miss Thomas, I’m so sorry. Without the payment, we’ll have to discharge Mrs. Thomas by midnight. We just don’t have