Novels by Dark Lótus

Angelina, her eyes still teary, took a step toward him.“I saw the way you looked at her, with a tenderness you never showed me. Your smile always widened when she appeared, and I wondered how that was possible. I was courted by many men, and I chose you, but you never truly chose me. You never truly loved me. You loved an orphan, a poor wretch.”“My heart has always belonged to Meg, since childhood,” he confessed. “But I would have been faithful to our marriage until death.”Angelina’s rage exploded. She threw a vase onto the floor, shattering it.“We are married! Until death do us part,” she screamed desperately.“The fake doctor was arrested. He gave a statement and named all the names. If you think I’m bluffing, go to the police station and confirm.”“But I didn’t do anything. It was William who did everything. He hired the men to kidnap Meg. He got the baby. I didn’t do anything.”“We will tell everyone that you died in childbirth and that our son survived. You will leave on the

James knew it was wrong to disrespect Angelina’s mother, a respectable lady of society. However, at that moment, the rules of etiquette seemed irrelevant. He ran his hands through his hair several times, as if trying to calm himself before continuing.“Did you know that the women who enter there never come out?”“And how would I know?” his wife asked.“Because that was the reason you and William put Meg there. So that she would never leave. So that she would die inside.”Angelina’s thoughts spun at an incalculable speed. All her cunning and intelligence abandoned her at that moment, and all she could do was mumble meaningless words.“I...”“You asked Meg to fetch your dress. You could have asked any servant, but you chose her.” James crossed his arms, staring fixedly at Angelina, his gaze intense. “It was you who called the rental car, but that day there was no request to our address. None.”He paused, taking a deep breath, as if trying to control the frustration growing inside him.“

James collapsed onto the sofa with a heavy thud, his usual composure disintegrating like wet paper. His head fell back, revealing a rare vulnerability that contrasted violently with the image of the polished gentleman everyone knew. After a few moments of near immobility, he recomposed himself in a quick movement, his spine erect again and his sharp gaze fixed on his wife - a predator merely feigning weakness.“These days have left me with too much time for reflection.”His fingers drummed on the arm of the armchair, an irregular rhythm.“I went personally to the pharmacy. Something unusual for me,” he pronounced, each word spoken slowly. “The pain was so great that I could not wait for one servant. The pharmacist, a curious man, asked questions. Many questions.”“Ava always takes care of these...” she began, her voice a barely perceptible thread.“I always slept deeply,” he said, his voice oscillating between incredulity and contempt. “Like a stone, they would say. Until that night.”

It was already night when they arrived at the mansion with a newborn son in their arms and a few lies to tell. Despite the commotion of their arrival, none of the staff came to greet them, not even Ava, the oldest servant, appeared in the room.Angelina shook the dust from her clothes, looking around. Everything was quiet and disturbing, only a few candelabras were lit.“Where is everyone?”Her mother, a high-society lady who valued the subservience of the household staff, frowned.“This is unacceptable.”They remained still until they convinced themselves that no one would help them with the luggage.“Something must have happened,” Angelina tried to justify, although unease grew in her chest.Silence prevailed until James appeared at the top of the staircase; he was especially handsome, wearing a black tailcoat of matte silk. He descended without any haste, each step creaking under his slow footsteps. There was a sinister aura around him, something in the intensity of his gaze that i

The persistent fog covering the fields around the country residence seemed to mirror Angelina’s state of mind. More than fifteen days had passed since her arrival at that bucolic refuge, and longing for London was becoming an increasingly oppressive presence. The days dragged on in a torturous mixture of boredom and anxiety that consumed her from within, undermining her strength.On the other side of the room, the wet nurse rocked a small bundle that would not stop whimpering. The woman, with deep dark circles marking her exhausted face, struggled in vain to calm the child. Angelina watched the scene with a mixture of poorly disguised revulsion and impatience.“You need to at least pretend some happiness, my daughter,” her mother whispered, approaching with silent steps. “Walls have ears, even here.”“How can I pretend anything when I haven’t slept in five nights?” retorted Angelina, running her fingers nervously through her disheveled hair. “This incessant crying is driving me crazy.

The guards and nurses tried to control the inmates.“Lock them all in solitary confinement!” the mother superior shouted.When Sophia managed to lift her head, the image she saw was of the patients eating all the food like a small anthill around a grain of sugar, and the staff using extreme violence to restrain them.She knew it was only a matter of time until they were all subdued. They were greater, but they were hungry, malnourished women against trained, well-fed men. Soon they would be locked in their cells, without food, without water, and without dignity.Then she looked at the lit fireplace. The flames warmed and illuminated the place; she grabbed a torch and ran to the curtains, setting them on fire.“Run outside!” Sophia shouted, throwing the torch onto some books on the bookshelf.“Put out the fire!”The Mother and some employees tried to extinguish the flames, which spread faster than they could put them out. In a few minutes, the entire office was ablaze in a huge incande

When Karen arrived at the small cemetery where her mother was buried, the world seemed to shrink around her. The rusty gate creaked as she pushed it open, betraying years of neglect. The whole place had an air of neglect; the grass was tall, gravestones were toppled, the earth damp and silent, as if no one had stepped there in decades.Chloe Jones’ grave was almost at the edge of the grounds, far from the more carefully tended graves. A simple stone marked the spot, no ornaments, no dates, no life. It was dirty, covered with moss, as if time had tried to erase any trace that this woman had ever existed.Karen knelt slowly before the grave. She carried a bouquet of white flowers in her hands; the same ones she had always imagined her mother liked, although she was never sure. Her hands trembled as she placed them on the cold stone.“Mom...” she whispered.The word that, for so many years, had only existed in her dreams, came out shaky, broken.With her fingertips, she began to clean th

Lindsay’s health deteriorated dramatically, and she was rushed to the hospital.The fluorescent lights flickered above Peter as he paced back and forth in the hallway, his fists clenched and his jaw locked.“How is she? Be honest with me,” Peter asked the doctor as soon as he left the room.The doctor sighed wearily. He had been following this case for years.“Stable and out of danger for now, but she needs a transplant. Urgently.”“If I were a match, I would have already donated my kidney to save her,” Peter said, his voice heavy with frustration and helplessness.The doctor put his hand on his shoulder. He knew that devotion well—years of struggles, hospitalizations, and sleepless nights.“I know. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”Peter agreed without conviction and entered the room.He sat down in the armchair next to the bed, watching the woman he loved. Lindsay slept, too pale, too fragile, connected to tubes and monitors that beeped softly. He held her icy hand and felt something b

Sebastian called the lawyer for an urgent meeting at his home. He couldn’t wait until the next day; he was too excited, almost vibrating with the adrenaline of his discovery.Richard entered the office, adjusting his glasses. “You sounded anxious on the phone.”Sebastian smiled slowly, like a predator who had finally caught the scent of victory. He filled two glasses with a whiskey he rarely took off the shelf and handed one of them to his lawyer and accomplice.“Luck smiled on me,” he confessed quietly, trembling that someone might hear the secret.Richard raised an eyebrow before taking a sip.“Are you going to explain the reason for your happiness, or should I guess? But I’d bet its money or women?”Most men are driven by power and testosterone—and Sebastian was no different. He slumped into his chair with a calculated air of relaxation, interlacing his hands behind his head like someone who knew exactly how much he was in control of the situation.“Karen has discovered some things

Sebastian listened to every word as if gathering valuable information—not only out of concern for Karen’s shaken psychological state but also because of the silent opportunity to rearrange the board in his favor. His face remained calm as a marble statue, but inside he was calculating and anticipating events.He sat Karen down on the sofa and offered her a glass of water to drink and calm down.“I lived in the orphanage without my parents and never cared much about it. Mrs. Malcolm and the other children kept me company.”Sebastian remembered his own childhood at Saint Mary’s.“I never wanted to know about their lives... until that night,” Karen’s voice was choked with emotion. “I just... I didn’t want to die without knowing who I really am, my last name, and my origins.”Sebastian remained silent, letting her speak, offering the kind of steady presence that made anyone feel safe to break down.She continued, clenching her fingers against her knee. “I wanted to know what was wrong wit

Karen couldn’t bear the impact of the revelation. Her legs gave way, and her body collapsed under the weight of the truth. She fell to her knees on the cold floor, tears streaming down her face in uncontrollable waves, as if years of pent-up pain had finally found a way to escape.“Oh, my dear...”Mrs. Malcolm bent down with difficulty, her knees cracking, and wrapped her arms around Karen. The nun’s usual stiffness disappeared; in its place was only an exhausted, fragile woman, a survivor of secrets that should never have been kept.They cried together.Two lives lost to the same tragedy—the orphan who sought a name, the guardian who tried to erase it to protect her.“Why didn’t you tell me?” Karen asked between sobs, her voice hoarse, barely able to breathe.“Because it’s dangerous.”Mrs. Malcolm held her face with trembling hands, as if afraid the girl would disappear before her.“The underworld of Las Vegas is dangerous. I was afraid for you... and for the children at the orphanag

Although they were not related by blood, Karen had always had a deep connection with Mrs. Malcolm and loved her like a mother.Over the years, she had learned to decipher every micro-expression on her face: the discreet joy, the restrained sadness, the silent disappointment. And at that moment, she recognized something she never expected to see in herself.Fear.“Why are you lying to me?” she asked, her voice soft but laden with disbelief.The nun swallowed hard, embarrassed by the situation. Her pupils contracted, as if searching for an exit that did not exist within that room.“I’m not lying,” she replied, looking away toward the windows, as if the landscape outside could save her.Karen didn’t understand the nun’s reaction. After all, all the orphans always asked about their parents, and the subject was always treated naturally.“You’re hiding the truth from me, which is the same thing.”Mrs. Malcolm closed her eyes for a moment—a brief, defensive gesture, like someone who takes a