Novels by Sodhaevil

Claudia POVThis can't be; how can Amelia be pregnant for the boss? No, I can't let this happen. I can't let her give birth to those children, or else everything is over, and Liam won't be mine."Hello," Claudia dialed a number with murder on her mind."I have a job for you, and this time you can't mess up," Claudia tells the person on the line."Amelia, I promise you, your end is near," Claudia smirks.Liam organized a party to announce the good news of his babies' arrival and also proposed to Amelia at the party."I can't wait for tonight," Liam tells Elliot."Yeah, I can't wait to see you on your knees saying, 'Will you marry me?'" Elliot mocked, making Liam playfully hit him with a pillow."Will you marry me?" Elliot continued teasing Liam as he chased him with a pillow.Elliot ran fast as Liam chased him from behind, and he threw the pillow at Elliot, but he dodged it, causing it to hit Amelia from behind."Hey, be careful!" Amelia yelled at him."Are you okay?" Elliot asked."Ye

Liam opened his eyes, and relief washed over him when he saw his stepbrother lying lifeless on the ground, soaked in his own blood."Yes, I didn't miss my target," a guy said from behind, and Liam's eyes brightened when he recognized Elliot's voice."Elliot!" Liam called out to his real brother, who had shot his stepbrother from behind, just as the police officers started chasing the goons."Hey, love, your real brother is here to save you," Elliot sheepishly smiled, having overheard everything Liam's stepbrother had said."You," Liam chuckled but immediately remembered Amelia."Amelia!" He rushed over to her and carried her up."Let's take her to the hospital quickly," Liam said, and with Amelia in his arms, he and Elliot ran out.They arrived at the hospital, and Amelia was immediately taken to the operating room to remove the bullet."She's gonna be fine," Elliot assured Liam, who was praying silently."I pray so," Liam muttered.The doctor emerged from the room, and Liam approache

Liam was informed that his mother had already passed away before reaching the hospital, and this news filled him with rage."Did the kidnappers send you any message, Mr. Scott?" asked the police officer while Liam and Elliot were at the police station.All attention shifted to Liam's phone when it suddenly started ringing."It's probably the kidnappers," Elliot remarked, taking the phone from Liam and putting it on speaker."You're the well-known billionaire, Liam Scott," a mysterious male voice declared, receiving no response. The police immediately began tracking the caller's location."Who is this?" Liam engaged the person in conversation to help the police trace him."I know you have the police tracking my location right now," the caller said, leaving everyone shocked. Liam scanned the area for potential eavesdroppers."No need for that. If you ever want to see your little girlfriend again, you will come alone to the address I just sent you," the caller threatened, and a message w

It had been weeks since Amelia moved out of Liam's mansion. During this time, they had grown even closer and had shared an intimate night together when they were both drunk.Liam was relaxing on the couch in Amelia's apartment while she busied herself in the kitchen."What are you up to there?" Liam asked, curious about her prolonged kitchen activity."I'm making Korean corn dogs!" Amelia exclaimed with excitement."Really? Let me see," Liam said, standing up and heading towards the kitchen."No, no, no," Amelia protested, trying to block his path into the kitchen."Why not, Teddy?" Liam chuckled, trying to sneak a peek at what she was cooking."Please, Liam, just leave," Amelia pleaded, but he playfully held onto her waist."You know I love it when you call me by my name," Liam said with a smile, using his hand to caress her cheek. His touch sent shivers down her spine, making her bite her lip."You look sexy when you bite your lips," Liam whispered into her ear, causing Amelia to le

The revelation of Amelia's plans to move into her own apartment hit me like a bolt of lightning, jolting me out of my anger-induced haze. The weight of my assumptions and misplaced expectations began to settle heavily upon my shoulders. I had let my insecurities and resentment blind me to the truth, tarnishing what could have been a joyous celebration.The realization dawned on me that Amelia had never intended to undermine our relationship or belittle my role in her life. Instead, she saw me as a friend and valued my support and kindness. The magnitude of my overreaction became painfully apparent, and I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of regret for my actions.Amelia's eyes searched mine, filled with concern and confusion. I took a moment to collect my thoughts, realizing that I needed to apologize for my behavior and the hurtful words I had hurled at her. It was time to rectify the situation and salvage what remained of the evening."I'm sorry, Amelia," I finally managed to say,

Liam’s PerspectiveI felt a gentle touch on my cheek, accompanied by a tender voice calling my name. Tears welled up in my eyes, defying my efforts to hold them back. My mom was finally here, by my side. I wished my dad could be here too.But as her voice filled my ears, memories of the past flooded my mind, bringing forth a sudden wave of resentment towards my mom. How could I forget? She was the one who shattered my childhood, leaving my dad and me behind to suffer. I shouldn't be feeling happy to see her."You're not my son! I'll never be your son!" I yelled out suddenly, caught up in the overwhelming frustration that resonated in my voice. My mom seemed taken aback by my outburst, and I could see the pain in her eyes. But I refused to let it show that her presence affected me. How could I forgive her for abandoning us years ago, starting a new family?"Whose son?" a voice came from behind, jolting me back to reality. I glanced over at my mom, still unconscious. It was all in my he

As the morning sun filtered through the window, casting a warm glow over the room, Ashley stirred from her slumber, her movements slow and languid as she stretched beneath the covers. With a soft yawn escaping her lips, she blinked her eyes open, adjusting to the gentle light that flooded the room.As her vision cleared, Ashley’s gaze fell upon Thorian, his form nestled beside her in peaceful repose. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she watched him sleep, his features softened by the morning light.But as she shifted beneath the blanket, the realization of their nakedness washed over her, sending a flush of warmth to her cheeks. Hastily pulling the covers closer to her body, she glanced down, a blush staining her cheeks as she took in the intimate scene.Gently tapping Thorian’s shoulder, she whispered his name, her voice soft and barely audible amidst the quiet of the morning.“Yes, darling,” Thorian groaned in response, his arms instinctively tightening around her as he

As Ashley and Thalia descended, Ashley’s heart pounded with adrenaline, her instincts kicking in as she maneuvered through the air with precision. With a surge of determination, she increased her speed, reaching out to catch Thalia before they hit the ground.Time seemed to slow as Ashley’s arms enveloped Thalia, her grip firm yet gentle as she cushioned their descent. The impact sent a shockwave through her body, but Ashley remained focused, her priority ensuring Thalia’s safety above all else.As the dust settled around them, revealing Ashley cradling Thalia in her arms, the onlookers gasped in awe and disbelief. Thorian, his heart racing with fear, was the first to reach them, his concern etched into his features as he approached.“Are you okay, Ashley?” he asked, his voice filled with urgency as he surveyed her for any signs of injury. Ashley managed a weak smile, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she nodded in reassurance.Fenrisa and Thalassa arrived next, their expressions a

clatter of trays and the murmur of conversation providing the backdrop to their lunchtime rendezvous. Alarina dipped a fry into a dollop of ketchup as she leaned across the table, her eyes fixed on Ashley with an eager curiosity. “So, tell me about your first night in the royal house,” she prompted, her tone filled with anticipation.Ashley, lost in thought, absentmindedly twirled a strand of her hair around her finger. Memories of the previous evening flooded her mind, causing a soft smile to tug at the corners of her lips. “It was…” she began, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words.Alarina arched an eyebrow, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. “Oh, come on,” she teased, nudging Ashley playfully with her elbow. “Don’t leave me hanging. I want all the juicy details.”Ashley let out a soft sigh, her cheeks flushing pink at the memory. “Well, maybe it was…” she admitted, a shy smile tugging at her lips.Before she could elaborate further, their conversation was

Without hesitation, Ashley reached out a hand to Thalia, offering her support and solidarity in the face of adversity. Thalia looked up, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and gratitude as she tentatively accepted Ashley’s gesture of kindness.With a gentle touch, Ashley helped Thalia to her feet, her expression firm yet compassionate. The surrounding students watched in silence, their earlier hostility now replaced by curiosity and uncertainty.“Are you okay?” Ashley asked softly, her concern evident as she glanced at the milkshake splattered across Thalia’s clothes. Thalia nodded, her voice barely more than a whisper as she struggled to compose herself in the aftermath of the ordeal.Turning her attention to the other students, Ashley’s gaze hardened as she addressed them with a steely resolve. “This behavior is unacceptable,” she declared, her voice carrying an air of authority that demanded attention. “Thalia is a fellow student, and she deserves to be treated with respect

The tension hung heavy in the air like a suffocating blanket, wrapping around the scene where two women, mirror images of each other, stood facing off. One woman was confined within the dilapidated confines of a cage, her clothing in tatters and her appearance worn and ragged. Despite her frailty, there was a certain fire in her eyes, a determination that belied her physical state.The other woman, standing outside the cage, exuded an air of confidence and superiority. Her features mirrored those of the woman within, but where one was downtrodden, the other was poised and composed. A smirk played at the corners of her lips, a silent acknowledgment of her advantage in this confrontation."You," rasped the elderly woman from within the cage, her voice barely more than a whisper. Despite her feeble appearance, there was a strength in her gaze as she locked eyes with her counterpart."Yes, Amanda Blackwood," the queen mother replied, her tone steady and unwavering. The name she spoke belo

On a dark night enveloping the kingdom in a shroud of mystery, Thorian's mother, the queen, took a solitary stroll, her footsteps echoing softly against the stone walls of the palace. The night seemed to hold its breath as she made her way towards the dungeon, the only sounds the faint rustle of her garments and the distant howl of the wind.Unbeknownst to her, she was not alone in the darkness. A figure trailed behind her, silent and watchful, causing a prickling sensation to crawl up her spine. Instinctively, she turned, her heart leaping into her throat at the sight of Ashley standing there, illuminated by the pale moonlight."Oh my goodness," the queen mother exclaimed, a gasp escaping her lips as she clutched at her chest, her pulse racing with fear.Ashley raised an eyebrow, her expression one of genuine curiosity as she approached the queen mother with cautious steps. "Apologies, mother, but did I startle you?" she inquired politely, her voice laced with concern.Rolling her ey

The air in the grand hall was thick enough to choke on. Usually, the mansion felt like a fortress, but tonight, it felt like a tomb. At the head of the room, elevated on a velvet-draped stage, stood the triplets: Theo, Armani, and Lucas. They were a trinity of power, flanked by silent sentries whose fingers twitched near the triggers of their rifles. Below them, a sea of subordinates stood in suffocating silence. “The Wild Cat Crew has faced an influx of threats,” Armani’s voice sliced through the room like a blade. “And we do not tolerate weakness.” In the back of the hall, Riley leaned toward Skylar, her voice a jagged whisper. “Wait—this ‘crew’ is actually called the Wild Cats?” “Keep your voice down,” Skylar hissed, her eyes darting nervously. “And yes. It’s an honor.” Riley let out a sharp, mocking scoff. “An honor? It’s pathetic. It’s lame.” “It’s my life!” Skylar whispered back, desperate. “Well, it’s not mine. I can’t wait to get out of this hellhole,” Riley snapped. T

It had been weeks since Riley and Armani shared an intimate moment. Since then, Armani had been acting like Riley did not exist, and Riley was glad about that. Everyone was at the gym, including Riley, who was being trained by Anthonio. Anthonio was helping Riley lift the dumbbells, holding them with her because her hands were getting tired. While she was working out, Riley noticed Armani staring at her body. She got distracted and accidentally dropped the dumbbell on Anthonio’s leg. “Fuck!” Anthonio yelled, making Riley’s eyes widen. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry,” Riley said immediately. “Can’t you fucking see?” Anthonio snapped, stepping toward her and making her flinch. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to,” Riley said softly. “Fuck you,” Anthonio replied before walking away. As he did, he bumped into someone. “Are you also blind—” Anthonio stopped mid-sentence when he saw Lucas standing in front of him with an emotionless expression. Lucas was holding a gun. “Oh my goodn

Riley was shocked by the sudden, intense way Armani kissed her and she pulled away immediately, pushing him aside to scramble off the bed."I will leave now," Riley stated, moving toward the door, but Armani was too fast. He lunged, dragging her back and pulling her down onto the mattress. He pinned both her hands above her head, his grip unyielding."After what you did to me, you think you can just escape?" Armani’s voice was low and rough. Riley was confused by his accusation until she followed his intense gaze, dropping her eyes to his pants. The visible evidence of his reaction left her breathless.Riley swallowed, realizing how quickly she had managed to break through his cold exterior. A sudden, cold calculation took hold: if she could truly secure control over the strongest brother, her plan would accelerate dramatically. She decided to use the opportunity.Her hand moved slowly, deliberately, down his body until she reached his pants. When she made contact, Armani let out a sh

Everyone looked at Riley. Armani looked the most. He looked like he wanted to kill her with his eyes. Riley took a breath. The music started. Loud. It was time for a show. Her hips started to move fast. Everyone watched her body. She was shaking hard to the music. She bent way down low. Then she stood up fast. Her arms moved sharp. She looked at Armani. He had a blank face. No feeling. Riley had a plan. She needed the three brothers. She had to break Armani. He looked the strongest brother. She walked slow to the crowd. People watched what she would do next. She stopped in front of the three brothers. She touched Lucas's chest with her hand. His eyes opened wide. Then, she started to dance on him. It was a hot dance for Lucas. She bent down low in front of him. Then she came up very slow. She was rubbing on Lucas. He put his hands on her waist. She grabbed his hand. She took him to the stage. She looked at Theo. His face was very red. Riley knew this: Armani would push her away.

Riley’s POVI turned around and froze. It was the same guy who almost killed me the first day—Anthonio.My heart started pounding so hard it felt like it might burst through my chest. I didn’t even realize I had fallen to the ground until I looked up and saw him standing over me. His shadow covered me completely, and I could barely breathe.Anthonio bent down slowly until his face was close to mine. His dark eyes looked sharp, curious, and dangerous all at once.“What are you doing here, princess?” he asked, his voice low but mocking.Princess? My eyebrows shot up. Where did that come from? The way he said it made me feel small, like I was being teased—or hunted.I looked away quickly, unable to hold his gaze. His eyes were too intense, like they could see through every lie I was about to tell.“Uh… I… I was just—” I stuttered, trying to find an excuse, but my mind went completely blank.“Were you eavesdropping on the triplets?” he asked suddenly, making my head snap toward him.“What

Riley's povMy stomach dropped.Armani’s bloody hand gripped the finger like he’d rip it clean off himself, his sharp breaths cutting through the screams echoing around the hall. His glare swept the crowd like he was hunting prey, and for a split second, I thought it was me he wanted.But then he shouted—voice booming, raw with fury.“WHO TOUCHED MY MEN?!”The entire room went silent. Music killed, laughter dead, just the sound of his rage filling the space.My lips parted slightly. Oh… this isn’t about me.But that relief didn’t last long, because his gaze landed on me anyway. Those dark eyes pinned me like I was guilty of something, like just breathing near him was a crime.Quinn whispered quickly into my ear, “Don’t move. Don’t draw attention.”Easy for her to say. Every girl in the room was already stepping back, creating space, and I was left standing at the edge of the circle—wide open, too obvious.Armani stormed forward, blood dripping from his hand, and the crowd parted for h

The rain didn’t stop. It poured like the sky itself had split open, washing the world in silver and shadow. The road ahead was empty, or so it seemed, until the headlights caught them—dark figures emerging from the mist like phantoms. A line of cars blocked the narrow lane, black and slick with rain, and in the center of it all stood the man Liam had been running from. The boss. His umbrella tilted in the storm, his suit immaculate despite the weather. Around him, his goons fanned out like wolves—guns at their sides, eyes cold. Liam braked hard, the tires screaming against wet asphalt. The boy stirred in the backseat, a whimper caught in his throat. Sophia’s breath hitched as her eyes locked on the figures outside. “They found us,” she whispered. Liam’s jaw tightened. “I know.” The boss stepped forward, his shadow long beneath the headlights. He didn’t raise his voice; he didn’t need to. “You’ve made a mess, Liam.” The rain dripped from Liam’s hair as he stepped out, the

The night was thick and restless, the kind that made even the trees whisper secrets. Outside, the wind howled against the old house like a warning, but inside, the air was too still—too calculated. The lights were off. The door was bolted. Every window locked.Liam sat on the edge of the couch, his jaw tight, his fingers tapping the armrest with a rhythm that betrayed his unease. A small duffel bag rested at his feet—half-packed, waiting. Upstairs, the boy slept, unaware of the storm that brewed outside and the one ready to explode inside these walls.Sophia—Elizabeth—hovered in the hallway, her arms crossed over her chest. She had been watching him for the last ten minutes, watching the way his eyes darted toward the clock, the way his shoulders twitched at every distant sound. Something was wrong. Very wrong.“Why is the door locked?” she asked finally, her voice steady but quiet.He didn’t look at her. “Because it needs to be.”“That’s not an answer.”Liam finally rose, the tension

Liam’s povI woke up before dawn, long before the house stirred. The air outside was damp, the kind of heavy mist that clung to your skin like a secret. Today was going to be different. Today, I was going to give her what she wanted—or at least, a piece of it.She had been restless these past few days, eyes flicking to the door like a trapped bird that had already mapped the sky beyond its cage. Sophia—no, Elizabeth, my Elizabeth—kept talking about him. Her son. Our son. She still refused to admit it, but that didn’t matter. Truth doesn’t need belief to exist. I had the proof. The DNA test sealed it, but even without that, I would have known. I saw myself in that boy’s face.I decided today I’d surprise her. I’d bring him to her. Maybe then she’d stop looking at me like I was a stranger. Maybe then she’d remember we were once a family—broken, yes, but real.The plan was simple: pick him up from school, bring him home for a few hours, let her see him, touch him, remind her of what we s

Neon walked down the narrow street with his hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets, head low against the crisp morning wind. The city was just waking up—bakeries lifting their shutters, children trailing their mothers toward school, the distant hum of cars starting their day. He wasn’t supposed to be here, not on this side of town. But something had been gnawing at him for days. Liam.Liam had been acting strangely—vanishing for hours without explanation, returning with that cold, unreadable expression that even the boss sometimes struggled to decipher. And Neon, being one of the few who had worked with Liam long enough to notice the cracks in his mask, couldn’t shake the itch that something wasn’t right.As he rounded the corner, his eyes caught a familiar figure at the far end of the street.Liam.Neon slowed his steps, instinctively melting into the shadow of a shop awning. Liam didn’t notice him; his gaze was fixed ahead as he walked with that same calm, predatory stride he alway

The silence stretched for a few seconds longer before Sophia stood from behind the couch, brushing the dust from her skirt. Her face was pale, her jaw tight, eyes blazing as they fixed on Liam. “What was that?”Liam shut the door fully, turned the lock, and leaned against it for a moment. “That,” he said quietly, “was me keeping you alive.”She let out a sharp laugh, bitter and hollow. “Alive? You mean hiding me like a ghost? When I was with Leon, I was fine. I was breathing, I was living, I was okay. And now—now you dragged me back into this,” she gestured at the locked door, the walls, the whole suffocating air of the place. “Your world of secrets and locked doors and watching shadows.”Liam pushed away from the door, his steps measured as he came to the couch and sat down, picking up the bag of chips left on the table from earlier. He took one, bit into it like nothing in the world had just happened, and looked up at her. “Why didn’t you tell me about our son?”The words stopped he

The sharp chime of the doorbell shattered the rare silence in the house.Sophia—no, Elizabeth—looked up from where she sat on the couch, a faint crease forming between her brows. Liam’s entire body went still. It was only a moment, but she caught it: the way his shoulders tensed, the flicker of annoyance—and something else—in his eyes.Again, the bell rang. Persistent. Urgent.“Who’s that?” she asked, her voice even, though her fingers clutched the edge of the blanket on her lap. “Are you not going to open it?”Liam was already moving toward her, his steps quick, deliberate. “Get up,” he said, too low, too sharp.She blinked. “Excuse me?”“Upstairs. Now.”Her frown deepened. “Why?”The bell rang again, this time followed by the faint knock of knuckles on the wooden frame. Whoever was outside wasn’t planning to leave.Liam’s jaw clenched as he turned to look at her fully. “Because I said so,” he snapped, then forced a breath, his tone softening unnaturally. “Please, Sophia. Just this o