Novels by Amber Hawthorne

Violet's POVI spent the entire night calling the nurses or doctors whenever Belle needed them. She was restless all night and for a moment, I got worried. It was a huge scare after all, but as the sun finally peeked out, relief washed over me. The worst was finally over. And forget about showing up… not once had Jason or Ivy called. I picked up my phone and froze as a notification popped up. I opened it and my grip on the phone tightened. It was a photo of Ivy holding a bouquet, grinning like she’d won a pageant. There were bottles of alcohol and confetti littered across the table and floor. Jason and several other people were around her, smiling into the camera. To add insult to injury, she added a caption; ‘Thanks Jason, I’m so glad to always have you at my side’My breath hitched, my throat tightening as I realised…This entire time while I was taking care of their daughter…Jason and Ivy were busy partying at home. I set my phone down, my skin burning all over again as

Violet's POVThe entire drive to the hospital, all I could think of was my baby.My little Belle– even the thought of her being in made me twist over and over again. I parked in front of the hospital and rushed inside, tears blurring my vision as I approached the front desk. “Belle Ashford, please tell me how she's doing?”The receptionist stared at me for a moment before her eyes flared with irritation. “So you’re one of the relatives of that innocent child?” she spat, “How could you be so careless?”I froze. Careless? “That girl was barely breathing when she was brought in, what sort of madness makes someone smoke around a girl?”“What? Someone smoked around Belle?”“Go and ask your family, not me!”I rushed inside, grabbing a pass to the room along the way. I could already see Ivy standing at the door while Jason held her close. I brushed past them and entered a room, a sob escaping my lips as I saw my baby’s condition.I sat in front of her, taking her hands into mine. “Baby

Violets POV “If she has an asthmatic attack, you need to use her inhaler,” I explained to Ivy, gesturing at the bag on the floor. I woke up early and packed everything for Belle. I handed the bag over fifteen minutes ago but Ivy left me hanging until I placed it there. “She doesn’t speak a lot so you’ll need to monitor her while you’re out. And if things get out of control, her emergency medication is in the bag, in the blue case,”It felt like she wasn’t even listening. Her gaze was locked on her phone as she typed away casually. “You worry too much, Violet,” Ivy said, stepping closer without even meeting my eyes. “She’s not going out with a nanny; she’s going out with her parents. Only I can take better care of my daughter.”She was already walking away before I could stop her. Ivy’s words didn’t make me feel better; she was never a good sister to me. I just hoped she could be a good mother to Belle one day. As I turned to enter the house, the sound of my phone ringing fille

Violet’s POV Ivy’s reaction was immediate. Her eyes filled with tears as she covered her mouth, horrified. “Violet, I know you don’t like me, but how could you turn my daughter against me?”My eyes widened, “That’s not…”“Violet!” Jason boomed, marching over. “How could you be so despicable? Only a monster turns a child against their own mother!”The words were stuck in my throat so I just scoffed.Seven years of marriage and that was what he thought of me? His eyes darkened. “If Ivy loses Belle because of you, I really won’t spare you!”My hands curled into fists all over again. I had so many questions, and maybe I even wanted to lash out. Where was Ivy all these years? She never even called once and suddenly, she wanted to play mother? “Jason, it’s okay.” Ivy’s soft voice drifted toward me again. “I just want to spend some time with Belle, even if Violet has told her a lot of terrible things about me.”She avoided my gaze, playing the role of the pitiful, wronged woman by the

Violet’s POV I glanced at the decorations for the millionth time, adjusting them again and again even as my hands grew tired. It still wasn’t enough. After all, Jason was finally coming home. The thought made warmth bloom in my chest all over again. Ever since the butler informed me, I hadn’t slept a wink. I redecorated the house a dozen times; everything had to be perfect—it was for my husband, after all. Three months and he was finally back. He had finally come back to me. “Madam!” One of the maids rushed over, her eyes dimmed. “Sir is here.”Why wasn’t she happy? This was good news. I brushed past him and my eyes landed on Jason. Suddenly every moment was worth it as I reached forward to hug him. Jason stepped back and I’d barely recovered from the heartbreak of his rejection when a blonde slender figure emerged from behind him. I almost lost my footing, instinctively taking a step back as I recognized that face. Ivy Bennet. My sister… and my husband’s white moonlight