Novels by Dark Lótus

Sebastian had always been as punctual as clockwork, but this was the first time in years that he had arrived late to the office.“You seem happy,” Richard commented, watching Sebastian out of the corner of his eye as they crossed the hallway to the conference room.“I’m in a good mood,” Sebastian replied, the lightness in his voice so obvious it was suspicious.Richard raised an eyebrow, well aware of his client’s chronic bad mood.“Did you make a fortune in stocks? Or did a competitor finally go bankrupt?”“No.”“Did your father have a heart attack?”Sebastian let out a short, almost amused laugh.“The idea is tempting, but not yet.”Richard paused for a second, studying him more closely. There was something different there. A strange relaxation in his shoulders. A glow that didn’t come from power or victory.“Then I’m left with only one option,” he intoned. “You’ve met a new woman.”“Not that either.”“I give up.” Richard raised his hands in surrender. “What the hell happened to mak

They sat in silence for a few minutes, watching Las Vegas stretch out before them like an inverted sky—each light a promise, each neon sign a secret kept. Sebastian had contemplated that landscape dozens of times, almost always alone, or accompanied only by a glass of whiskey. But this time was different. Karen was there. And that changed everything.“Would you like anything else, Mr. Sterling?” asked the server discreetly, appearing beside them.“We’re leaving now,” Sebastian replied, without taking his eyes off Karen.He stood up, took her hand, and led her to the exit. Their fingers intertwined naturally, firmly and intimately, as if there were no agreement, as if they were just two people in love.“Aren’t you going to pay the bill?” Karen asked, looking over her shoulder.“No,” he replied simply.“Sebastian, wait... let’s go back. I have some money.” She tried to stop him, but he kept walking, pulling her gently.Sebastian laughed, a genuine, almost light sound.“I never pay the b

Karen stood still. Not out of shyness or submission, but because there was simply no reason to confront Olivia. That night was hers, and she would not allow it to be ruined.“Olivia, I already told you,” Sebastian began, his voice controlled and threatening at the same time.Olivia didn’t give him a chance to finish his sentence. She pulled up the empty chair and sat down next to them, as if she had been invited.“You know, looking at you two...” she tilted her head, analyzing them with a venomous smile, “you actually look like a genuine couple.”“What are you doing here?” Sebastian asked, unable to hide his impatience.“Having dinner,” she replied dismissively. “They say this is the best veal in Las Vegas, but I prefer the other restaurant’s.” She let out a loud, exaggerated laugh that echoed through the restaurant. “Am I disturbing the couple?”Sebastian narrowed his eyes on her.“You’re drunk,” he scolded her.“Sebastian, dear, this has never been a problem before. You’ve always li

Karen’s happiness was complete, radiant, and impossible to contain. It overflowed with every gesture, every breath. For the first time in a long time, she felt lighthearted. She needed to share this truth with Mrs. Malcolm, who was the only mother life had given her.She glanced at the clock on the wall. If she hurried, she could make it to the orphanage and back in time for dinner with Sebastian at eight.The nun was waiting for her in her office, as if she knew she would come. When their eyes met, no words were necessary. Mrs. Malcolm understood everything even before she heard it.“The DNA test proved that woman is my mother,” Karen said, her voice vibrating with emotion, and she almost laughed as she spoke.They hugged each other tightly. They cried together, but they were tears of relief, of reparation, of grief finally allowed to rest.“My daughter! I’m so glad your heart is at peace.”“I came here personally to tell you...” Karen pulled away just enough to hold the older woman’

Sebastian and Karen were sitting in Richard’s office. The atmosphere between them was tense, charged with expectation. A sealed envelope lay on the mahogany desk—small, innocuous, but containing answers Karen had been seeking her entire life.“I’ll open it for you,” Richard said, picking up the envelope carefully.Without realizing it, Karen took Sebastian’s hand. Her fingers intertwined tightly with his. She was seeking anchorage and courage.Sebastian squeezed back. Silently.Richard opened the envelope, took out the documents, and skim them. Then he looked up.“The document confirms...” He paused deliberately. “That this woman is without a doubt your biological mother. 99.9% genetic compatibility. There is no doubt.”The world stopped for a second and then exploded with colors and sounds.Karen let go of Sebastian’s hand and brought her hands to her mouth, instant tears streaming down her face.“My mother...” Karen whispered. “It’s her. It’s really her.”She couldn’t hold back. She

Karen returned home with her soul shattered. She wasn’t friends with Lindsay, nor did they belong to the same social circle; they were practically strangers. But she felt sad. Deeply sad. For the illness. For the injustice. Because of how life destroyed good people pointlessly.The house was empty when she arrived. No sign of Sebastian.She sat down on the living room sofa and waited. She looked at the clock. 6 p.m. Then at 8 p.m. Then 10 p.m.The hours passed, and he didn’t come back. Karen leaned her head back on the sofa, just for a moment, just to rest her eyes, and fell asleep.Sebastian arrived in the early hours of the morning. He was exhausted and drunk, having worked late and then gone drinking with Richard.He was startled to find Karen asleep on the sofa, her head tilted at an uncomfortable angle, her arms crossed over her chest as if trying to protect herself even in her sleep.He approached slowly so as not to wake her and stood there for a moment, just watching. Her face

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