Novels by Titi_Love

The silence that followed Megan's outburst was a heavy, suffocating blanket, more profound than any of Dante's carefully constructed cold shoulders. It was the silence of shattered glass, of a foundation cracking under immense pressure. Dante stood there, the expensive suit a symbol of a life that no longer existed, his face a mask of shock. The woman screaming in front of him, her face streaked with tears and fury, was a stranger. This wasn't his "Megan"—his quiet, compliant wife. This was a raw, primal force he had unleashed with his neglect."A shattered, neglected emotional wreck that he himself had created with his own hands," a voice in his head whispered, the truth cutting through his bewilderment. He had been so focused on building the life, he'd forgotten the person living it.He slowly took off his suit jacket and placed it on a nearby chair, a gesture of surrender. The fight had been taken out of him. He wasn't angry; he was genuinely, terrifyingly lost. He had pushed his

The third trimester arrived, and with it came a new kind of terror for Megan. Her body, once her own, was now a swollen, unwieldy vessel, her once-carefree movements replaced by a slow, deliberate waddle. The mood swings were worse, a constant, unpredictable storm of tears and rage. All she wanted was to be left alone, to curl up in the quiet sanctity of her apartment and wait for the storm to pass.Dante, however, had other plans. His new business deal, secured thanks to a little help from Bill, had been finalized, and he was on top of the world. The pregnancy was now visible, a prominent swell beneath Megan's clothes, and he was obsessed with showing it off. The baby bump was a symbol of his success, a testament to his prowess as a provider and a man, and he wanted the world to see it."We have to go out, my love," he insisted one Friday evening, his face alight with an uncontainable joy. "A big dinner. A celebration. I want to show you off. I

The weeks that followed were a blur of nausea, fatigue, and a profound emotional instability that Megan couldn't control. The quiet sadness she had so carefully kept hidden was now manifesting as a chaotic storm of emotions. The pregnancy hormones, a cruel and unpredictable force, had become a magnifying glass for her deepest anxieties. A happy, carefree moment could turn into a fit of inexplicable tears. A simple, well-intentioned suggestion from Dante could trigger a sudden, irrational rage.Dante, the master of control, was utterly ill-equipped to handle this new reality. He saw her mood swings not as a natural part of pregnancy, but as a problem to be solved, a flaw in his otherwise perfect blueprint. He would try to "fix" her with gifts—a new dress, a piece of jewelry, a box of chocolates. But his attempts only made things worse, making her feel like an object, a child to be appeased, rather than a woman in the midst of a profound, physical and emot

The morning after the celebration was a quiet and sober affair. The last echoes of Dante's champagne-fueled exuberance had faded, leaving behind a silence that felt heavier than before. The half-empty bottles on the counter and the discarded paper plates were a testament to the hollow performance of the previous night. Megan moved through the apartment like a ghost, her heart a heavy, leaden weight in her chest. The small, private comfort she had found in her phone call to her mother was now a distant memory, a fleeting moment of warmth in a cold and lonely world.Dante, however, was a man transformed. He bustled through the kitchen, a whirlwind of energy, completely oblivious to the strained atmosphere. The celebration, in his mind, had been a resounding success. He had shown his friends that he was a family man, a successful provider, and a husband on the precipice of an even greater future. The awkward silences and tense glances from Ben and Mike had

The phone rang once, twice, a shrill, anachronistic sound that cut through the silence of the cafe. Megan’s hand trembled as she held the device, a sudden fear gripping her. What if her mother didn't answer? What if she answered and the sound of her voice, a voice so full of a love Megan had so recklessly cast aside, was more than she could bear? On the third ring, a gentle, familiar voice answered, tentative and laced with a weariness that went straight to Megan’s heart.“Hello?” Sarah’s voice was soft, questioning.Megan’s breath caught in her throat. For a moment, she couldn’t speak. The sheer weight of everything she had done, everything she had lost, pressed down on her.“Mom?” she finally managed to choke out, the word a fragile whisper.Silence on the other end. A long, agonizing pause where Megan could hear the soft static of the connection and the quickening beat of her own heart. Then, a sharp, disbelieving intake of breath.“Megan?” Sarah’s voice was different now, a mix

The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting a soft, golden light on their bedroom. But for Megan, the room was shrouded in a shadow of profound uncertainty. She lay awake in Dante's arms, his hand resting gently on her stomach, his breath a warm, steady rhythm against her neck. The moment she had blurted out the news of her pregnancy, the emotional storm that had been raging between them had vanished, replaced by a radiant, almost blinding joy from Dante. He had been so ecstatic, so full of promises and affirmations, that it left no room for her own swirling fears.Dante woke, his eyes finding hers with a love so pure and overwhelming that it felt like another form of control. "Good morning, my love," he murmured, his voice husky. "And good morning to our little one." He kissed her forehead, then her lips, a tenderness in his touch that felt both sincere and suffocating. "I'm going to be a daddy."That day marked the beginning of a new

The Ball was well underway, and everyone was enjoying themselves except for Damont, who sat gloomily with a glass of champagne in hand. The host took the microphone and cleared his throat to get people's attention."Ladies and gentlemen, the auction is about to begin. The hostesses will pass around the bidder cards to all who wish to participate, which I hope is all of you," he said with a boisterous laugh."Please feel free to bid as high as you can for it is all for a good cause. The items to be auctioned are all on the brochure on your tables".After everything was set in place, the auctioneer took over. The first item to be auctioned was a 17th-century gold coin which would be good for a collectors board.Bidding started at 100,000 dollars and it was mainly the old folks who participated. Frost's father had a whole collection of old coins which were kept, polished in a glass display case.Taking his time, he waited for people to outbid themselves till it got to 3 million dollars a

Vinca knew that this time would come and she thought she had fully prepared herself for an encounter with the two people she considered worse than sewer rats.Giving them a questioning look, she held Frost's hand."Am sorry, but who are you?" she asked innocently, giving them a vague look.That question shook Damont to the core. Was Vinca pretending not to know them? He was her fiancé just until about a few months ago. How could she not know him? Or maybe she had lost her memory after that incident? That would explain why she got engaged to some other man so quickly."Darling, this is Damont. He is the owner of VilaBeau, a company in West and I presume that this is his wife." "I told you about us having a corporation with them," he said hoping that she would be able to withstand the turmoil he knew was going on in her heart. He even felt sorry for putting her through this but it was the first step towards getting back VilaBeau for her.She nodded her head and then turned to them,

Shanice, flustered by her mistake and wrong assumption, took a sip of the champagne to stabilize her pounding heart. It was only now that she realized that Vinca was wearing the gown that Frost had ordered. She also had on the jewellery that she had picked out at Azaeit, so she was sure she also had the shoes too. "I am so stupid. I should have known when the dress didn't get delivered to my place" she thought to herself. She just had to brave the night. Leo got up to go back to his date not wanting to be involved in his boss's drama because he could smell it coming on. "Frost, I'm so sorry. I just assumed that I would be your usual date for the Ball." She said, giving Vinca a meaningful look. "How dare she try to take my place, this flat-faced bed climber" she clenched her fist in anger. Vince completely understood the jab thrown at her and could just hold it in. Shanice was right anyway, she was the third wheel in this equation. She decided to remain oblivious to this and jus

A reporter stepped away from the mayhem to take a call. He didn't believe what his director just said. He had just been fired for gross misconduct and ordered to take the first plane back to West. As he wondered what was going on, several other reporters received calls from their superiors that left them perplexed. They had just lost their jobs without warning and were ordered back to their stations. Only one of them realized with shock that this was the consequence of rattling the lce King. "Are you feeling better?" Frost asked her, giving her a tender hug while rubbing her back. He wanted to rip off the tongues of those rogue reporters who spouted nonsense to his lady but he knew that their hell was upon them. "Frost, who's the lady who followed me to the washroom just now?" Frost beckoned to the bodyguards to come forward. "They are your bodyguards Storm and Carly." He saw the question coming. "I recruited them and they have been by your side ever since we came back from Nice"

The night was lit!! Glamour held hands with elegance, grandeur spoke with gentility, fineness and magnificence defined prominence. It wasn't just about colour and pomp. Money clashed with power to produce an explosive panorama. From the powerful machines that dropped off the glamorous guests to the designer clothes and limited edition accessories, one could feel the power that money held. A luxurious black Rolls Royce pulled up and all cameras focused on it. The customized number plate announced the arrival of Fortlink Enterprise Corporation's CEO. The uniformed chauffeur alighted to open the door for his boss and cameras started clicking. Shiny black shoes followed by long legs stepped down. Frost alighted and straightened his dinner jacket. He was in a midnight blue tuxedo with black satin lapels and a light blue and white pocket square. Touching his bow tie, he opened the back passenger door and extended his hand. Everyone gasped when they saw the lady alighting from the car.

The road leading to Spateg Towers was lit with thousands of tiny fairy lights that were hung on trees, buildings, poles, and anything that was tall enough.Everything was colourful; strands of red ribbons were flapping, and banners with different emblems representing the numerous companies present were flying proudly in the cool of the night.Beautiful flower arrangements from different species were lined by the roadside, and flowers not in season were imported from abroad. The event organizers did not spare on decorations.The red carpet was already laid out, waiting for the distinguished guests to arrive. A band was in place, waiting to start playing once they received the cue from the host. Reporters from major media houses were also braving the cold for scoops that would make major news in a few hours. Bloggers and social media influencers were not to be left behind. This was the main make-or-break event of the year and everyone came prepared.The charity event was being held in