Novels by Mitchy writes

Noah and Sophia stood before their stunning new home. Her company had brought their vision to life."Welcome home," Noah said, his eyes shining with pride.Sophia's face glowed. "It's even more beautiful than I imagined."Her eyes danced with excitement. "I love how the open-concept living area flows into the kitchen."Noah smiled. "Your design genius at work."Their personal touches were spread throughout – family photos, artwork, and treasured mementos. The space exuded warmth and sophistication.Sophia led Noah on a tour, pointing out the clever design elements she added. She always liked to flex when it came to her work. "And this is my favorite part – the rooftop garden."Noah wrapped his arms around Sophia. "You've outdone yourself. This is our sanctuary."Sophia's eyes sparkled. "Our forever home.""Thank you," Noah whispered, his lips brushing Sophia's ear.Sophia smiled. "For what?"Noah's gaze locked onto hers. "For creating our dream home, and for being my dream partner."S

They arrived at sesamo, an intimate Italian restaurant.Candlelit tables, soft music, and aromatic scents of freshly baked bread.Their table overlooked the serene lake. But it didn't matter where their table was, they had the whole place to themselves. Sophia's eyes widened as she took in the breathtaking setup before her. "Noah, this is... too much," Sophia whispered, her voice trembling with emotion."Not nearly enough, my love."Sophia's hands covered her mouth. "It's breathtaking. But really, Noah, you didn't have to."Noah stepped closer, his was voice low and husky. "Our relationship has never been conventional, Sophia. We've been through so much, so fast. We never got to experience those intimate, romantic dates. I'm making up for lost time.""You're making me feel like a princess."Noah chuckled. "You are my queen. And I want to treat you like one."Her eyes roamed the setup, taking in the delicate flower arrangements, the champagne chilling in ice, and the exquisite dinner

Noah and Sophia walked hand in hand into the spa. Their therapists, introduced themselves and began the session. Rachel, working on Sophia, started with gentle strokes, warming up her muscles.The spa day began with a deep tissue massage, side by side with candlelight. They worked out knots and tension, melting away stress and fatigue.The air was filled with the calming scent of lavender, and gentle music drifted through the speakers."Take a deep breath in, and out." Noah's eyes closed. "Noah, breathe into the pressure," Mike guided, targeting a stubborn spot on his lower back.Noah sighed contentedly as the masseuse's hands eased the tightness in his shoulders. Sophia's eyes drifted closed, her face relaxed, as her therapist worked out the kinks in her neck and back.Noah exhaled slowly, feeling the tension release.Rachel transitioned to deeper strokes, targeting Sophia's lower back. Sophia's body tensed slightly. "Trust me, Sophia. Let go."Sophia's muscles released, allowing

THE NEXT DAYThe post-wedding brunch took place at the mansion's sun-kissed courtyard.Soft sunlight filtered through lush greenery, candlelit tables sparkled, fresh flowers adorned the setting. It was ethereal. And then the guests started to arrive. It was shocking that they still chose to show up. Every event thrown by the Miltons either had drama or something life threatening. Laughter echoed, conversations flowed, hugs and well-wishes filled the air. Maybe that was what enticed the guests. They never knew what to expect. Tammy decided to give a welcome speech. "Today, we gather to celebrate Sophia and Noah's love. A love that shines brighter with each passing day. Sophia and Noah, two amazing souls who deserve every ounce of happiness."Tammy paused, collecting herself. "I've known Sophia for years, and I've seen her grow into the incredible woman she is today. And I've had the pleasure of watching Noah bring out the best in her."She glanced at Sophia and Noah, "These two we

The ceremony had officially begun.Noah and Sophia had been through so much they thought this day would never happen.Anticipation filled the air as the officiant walked down the aisle, setting the tone for.Next, the groomsmen and bridesmaids made their way down the aisle in pairs. Gerald looked dashing in his tailored suit. The flower girls and ring bearers followed. Addison skipped down the aisle, scattering petals from her tiny basket, while Aiden proudly carried the wedding rings on a small pillow.Sophia's proud Maid of Honor, Tammy, walked alone. Her bouquet was stunning. She took her place beside the bridesmaids. She looked happier than Sophia. Noah's Best Man was none other Randall. He strode confidently down the aisle, eyes fixed on the groom. He took his place beside Noah. Finally, the moment everyone had been waiting for arrived. Sophia emerged from the doorway with Ava by her side. Her stunning lace gown shimmered in the light, and her veil framed her smile. As they

“What do you mean the dress is going to be late?” she asked, “No, you listen to me. You're not listening to me. I can have your whole store closed before the end of the day.”Sophia placed her fingers on the bridge of her nose as Harriet kept screaming into the phone.She was fed up. Sophia took the phone from Harriet's hand. "I need to confirm that my dress will be delivered on time. Today, as promised."The voice on the other end was chipper and very dismissive, replied, "Oh, absolutely! We're just putting the finishing touches on it. We'll deliver it personally."Sophia's grip on the phone tightened. "Personally? No, that's not what we agreed upon. I want it delivered to the venue, not hand-delivered by your team.""Ma'am, I assure you, it's our policy—"“Put it on speaker phone,” Harriet whispered. “We're sorry for the inconvenience--”Harriet cut them off. "Policy? Inconvenience? You'll do what I say, or I'll make sure to share my experience with every bride, every wedding plann

Kayla "Leave," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "I want to change.""I want to watch," he countered.I let out a short, nervous laugh, waiting for the punchline. But his face didn't move. That confident smirk stayed exactly where it was. My heart skipped a beat. "You’re not joking, are you?""I’m not," he said.Something reckless took over me. I let my dress slip, the fabric pooling at my feet. I didn't stay to talk. I turned and walked toward the bathroom, making sure to put a little extra sway in my hips. I knew he was watching. I could feel his eyes on my ass, which was barely covered by my lace underwear.I glanced back once. He was staring like I was the only meal he’d seen in years. My eyes dropped, catching the heavy bulge in his pants. A sharp throb pulsed between my legs."Stop drooling," I told him, trying to sound bored."I wouldn't," he rasped. "Not if my mouth was busy, Kayla. Reconsider my offer."I ducked into the bathroom and shut the door, my skin tingling. Kay

Kayla"I ordered some food," Damien said as we walked toward the private elevator. "Just in case we get hungry after drinking."I tilted my head, stopping in my tracks. "Drinking?"He nodded looking at me with this boyish glint in his eye. "Yes, drinking. We need to celebrate this win, Kayla.""You’re really happy, aren't you?" I asked. "I must have conjured a miracle back there.""You have no idea," he said, hitting the button for the elevator.The doors were mirrored chrome. Through the reflection, I could see his eyes traveling down, openly taking in the curves of my dress. He wasn't even trying to hide it."Stop," I said, my voice sharper than I intended. "I don't think I’m comfortable staying in the same house as you tonight."He smirked, that arrogant, playful look returning to his face. "Why? Because you can’t control yourself?"I scoffed, rolling my eyes at the ceiling. "Far from it, Damien."The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and we stepped inside. The ride up wa

KaylaOnce we were far enough away from the mansion, the tension finally snapped. Damien suddenly grabbed me, picked me up, and spun me around. He was actually laughing."You were amazing in there!" he said, finally setting me back on my feet."You really think so?" I asked, smoothing out my dress.He nodded enthusiastically. "My grandfather loves you. He’s completely convinced that we’re real."My heart sank. That one word—real—hit me hard. For a second, I had forgotten this was all a show. I had to quickly remind myself that none of this was actually happening."What’s wrong?" Damien asked, the smile fading as he saw my face."Nothing," I lied, looking away."It's not nothing," he insisted, stepping closer. "What's wrong, Kayla? I know when something is bothering you."I threw my hands up in the air. "Sadie! She paid those guys? The ones who attacked me?"Damien’s shoulders slumped. "You heard her?""Well, she made sure I did.""I can't believe she would do something so... malicious

Kayla"I think it’s time we start eating," Elena said, trying to break the tension.Valerie nodded. As the staff began serving the food, she turned to me with a polite smile. "So, Kayla, tell us about your family. What do they do?""My mother stays at home," I said, keeping my voice steady. "And my dad owns two small grocery stores."Sadie let out a sharp, nasty laugh. "Of course your mother stays at home. Figures."My blood started to boil. Damien’s grip on my thigh tightened under the table. He squeezed hard, warning me to stay calm. But I was done being quiet."As I recall, your mother stays at home too, Sadie," I said, leaning forward. "They could almost be twins. Except my mom had a kidney condition that grounded her. At least she had an excuse for doing nothing."The table went dead silent. Sadie looked like she wanted to reach across the table and strangle me. Her mother, Hilda, sat perfectly still, staring daggers at her own daughter for being humiliated.The silence was broke

KaylaWe sat at a huge table. It looked like it cost a fortune and weighed even more. Sadie sat next to Damien, while Harold took a spot at the head of the table. Damien’s parents sat right next to him.There was brooding looking man sat next to Damien's parents. Next to then was Damien's Uncle Marcus; the one with the spoilt twin sons who hadn't stopped checking me out since I walked in. Then a lady was right beside him. Immediately my eyes meet hers, she looked at me with a nasty smirk and opened her mouth. "So, I hear you’re Damien’s secretary," she said loudly. "Fucking the boss... how crude." That must be Sadie's mother, Hilda. The air left my lungs. It felt like I’d been punched in the stomach.I felt Damien’s hand on my thigh. He used his thumb to draw slow circles that seemed to calm my nerves. "She’s not my secretary," Damien said. "She's an executive assistant."The woman swirled her drink in her hand a lifted it ceremoniously to her mouth, "Potato, potata."Damien sque

KaylaThe drive up to the house felt like it took forever. I stared out the window at the endless green hills and perfect hedges. "Is this still the driveway?" I asked."Yes," Damien said, looking straight ahead.Every bit of land I could see belonged to his family. Finally, we reached the mansion. It was huge and looked like a stone fortress. My jaw dropped. "This is all yours?"Damien stopped the car and looked at the building. He gave a small smirk. "It belongs to my family. But on paper," he looked at me, his eyes shining, "it’s all mine."He got out and opened my door. He took my hand and led me inside. The front doors were massive wood with gold handles. Inside, the air smelled like expensive flowers. The floors were white marble, so shiny they looked like mirrors. A giant crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, and a wide staircase with a red carpet curved up to the second floor.The whole place was built just to show off money.I leaned in and whispered to him, my voice ech

Thomas had helped them a great deal. After the words “I have it,” that he spoke to Lily over the phone, no one had heard a peep from her in months.Her baby was found on his doorstep alongside a note that he didn’t bother to read.Donovan was certain it was a confession of her lover for him. He beat himself up for a long time for not being able to recognize that she was obsessed with him. Life had been good, quiet. It didn’t take Catherine very long to get acquainted with his niece. Her father was, indisposed.They became more open with other people, family, friends, business partners, they learnt to forgive right after buying up all Zenith shares with the help of the ghost partner and replacing the entire board. It was a sigh of new beginnings for everyone.Lily was discovered later at a rehabilitation center in a foreign country. Now it was clear where she had gotten her evidence to plant. Kenny was released from prison almost immediately. He and Teresa finally became official. They

After everything, the meeting ended in a deadlock. There was no amount of money Donovan offered them that picked their interest. Lily’s goal was to get him locked up as revenge for what he did. The dimly lit room didn’t quite help. Shadows danced on the walls as they were cast of a horror movie. There were series of questioning which was the interrogator practically putting words into Kenny’s mouth. It was such a horrible sight. Donovan tried his best to keep his calm but some part of the interrogation became unbearable. He slammed his hand on the steel table when it got to unbearable. He was escorted out afterwards. “We’ll get through this. Stick to the legal advice, and we’ll do our best to protect Kenny.” His legal representative tried to pacify him. He had tried his best but they so resolute. Donovan was clueless as to how to get through his current situation. Donovan nodded in acknowledgment knowing fully well that the only person who could solve this issue was Lily. He had t

The Donovan woke up with a splitting headache. He had to make Lily pay one way or another. After all the time she had lied to him, it was the least she deserved. Just a little social buzz had made her quiet. Public exposure was the least he could do. This was the worst betrayal he had ever experienced. With all this he couldn’t bring himself to look at the girl he called his daughter differently. She was his niece anyway and he still had a responsibility towards her. Donovan was struggling and in deep thought when he was alerted by Janet that he had a visitor. He wondered whether Lily had come to back the rest of her things. She made an entire soap opera, rolling in the floor and begging him. She claimed it was the first time and she did it because she felt lonely. That was understandable, but Donovan had to confirm for himself. Not surprisingly, the CCTV footage said otherwise. His punishment for Lily came with a bit of backlash anyway as the online attention was quite excessive.

Thomas sat down glancing at his watch from time to time. He held his iced latte sipping on it slowly. If Lily didn’t show up he was going to leave. The ambiance of the place was nice, and the coffee, even if it was expensive still hit the spot.He spotted her from afar. There was no way to miss her. Even with her elaborate disguise, you could sense her elitist spirit from afar. The Gucci scarf and Versace glasses gave her away. Social media has been buzzing with the news of her infidelity.The backlash on Nigel wasn’t easy either, he was now the official black sheep. Failed career, no steady relationship. The pair did a number on themselves. Cause of injury- self-inflicted. She walked in sweating and panting like she had run a marathon, and failed.“Are you okay?” he asked examining her demeanor, “Should I get you something to drink?”“No, I’m fine. I just need your help, it’s not going to be a long one.”“What do you need?” he furrowed his brows.“You know what I need,” she was getti

Donovan was burdened by guilt and wrestling with his thoughts. He just had to go home. He was in a daze. Multiple scenarios and reflections play out in his mind, amplifying the weight of his past assumptions and the impact on Catherine.“I messed up. I can’t believe I thought she betrayed me,” he said muttering to himself. Lost in his thoughts, he barely registered his surroundings. “Mr. Donovan! Are you alright? You’ve been standing there for ages.” Donovan was pulled out of his reverie, looks around, realizing the passage of time.“I… I’m fine. Just lost in my thoughts.”Janet was concerned. She observed Donovan’s troubled demeanor , “Is everything okay, sir? You seem really upset.”Donovan managed to force a smile, “I’ll be alright. Just a lot on my mind.”Janet was unconvinced but just had to respect his privacy. She left Donovan to his thoughts. There was a strange atmosphere that followed. He was burdened by Catherine’s revelations, it took an emotional toll on him. He handed

Thomas battled a fever throughout the night, Catherine couldn’t bring herself to leave him in his state. Conflicting emotions added another layer of discomfort. She wanted to be compassionate and supportive, but everything that had happened so far made it challenging to offer solace without judgment. “I’m sorry Catherine.” Thomas tossed and turned. “I know you are, but you’re not well. Let me take care of you.” Underneath her caring gestures, is an unconscious judgment that she had already passed on him. There was a struggle to reconcile the person she thought Thomas was with the actions. Catherine tried her possible best to navigate between empathy and her own feelings of hurt. It was morning, Catherine faced Thomas who was lying on the bed. There was definitely a need for a conversation about what happened. Even though he was unwell, the situation called for immediate concern. The atmosphere was fragile. She just couldn’t trust him again, not after all the lies and secrets. Who

Ross stormed through the glass doors of the Silverwood boardroom, his breath heavy, his pulse hammering against his ribs. The morning sun poured through the high windows, slicing the air with golden lines that made the dust shimmer. Everyone was there, every face turned toward him as if he had walked into his own trial. He stopped mid-stride, the sound of his shoes echoing in the silence. Something in the air felt wrong. The tension sat thick like fog, and the whispering stopped the moment the door closed behind him.He looked around the room. The board members sat in their places, their expressions unreadable — grim, expectant, nervous. The long mahogany table stretched before him, polished to a dark sheen, and at the far end sat Mr. Godfrey, the acting chairman. He adjusted his glasses, cleared his throat, and looked up at Ross with something like pity.Ross tried to keep his voice steady. “What the hell is going on here?” he asked, glancing from face to face, searching for one all

Ross was in his office sitting behind his desk. His eyes were fixed on the streaks of red that still seemed to stain his hands even though he had washed them a dozen times. His chest was heavy, and every few seconds, he would rub his palms together as if friction could erase the guilt that was crawling under his skin.He barely heard the sound of footsteps until the door slammed open. Harris barged in without knocking, holding a brown envelope in his hand. His face was flushed. “Ross,” he barked, his voice trembling, “what is the meaning of this?”Ross froze. His fingers began to twitch again. He tucked his right hand under the table to hide the tremors, trying to steady it with the other. “Meaning of what, Harris?” he asked quietly, his voice almost breaking.Harris took a step closer, his shoes scraping against the polished floor. “Don’t play dumb with me,” he snapped. “I haven’t been able to get in touch with Randall. I called, I texted, I even went by his place—nothing. And now I

Cassidy and Arden were in the living room of Arden’s penthouse, and the whole place felt alive with their laughter. Music played low in the background, but their voices were louder. Cassidy ran across the couch, squealing as Arden chased her, both of them moving like little kids with no care in the world. Arlene caught her from behind, arms wrapping tight around her waist, and they both fell into the couch cushions, laughing so hard they could barely breathe.Cassidy twisted around, trying to escape, but Arden only held her tighter, peppering soft kisses along her neck. Cassidy giggled, her hair falling into her face, and she pushed at him weakly, still laughing.“Stop, Arden!” she said between laughs, her voice playful and breathless.“Not until you admit defeat,” he teased, brushing his nose against her cheek, smiling the way he always did when he had her cornered.Cassidy tilted her head back, eyes shining with amusement. “You play dirty.”“I learned from the best,” he replied, fi

Misty’s world had crumbled in less than twenty-four hours. Her phone wouldn’t stop buzzing: I*******m reels, reposts, comments, DMs—all about her. Her name was trending, her face plastered across gossip pages. Trent had uploaded everything. The videos (except from the tapes. He had deleted them from Tony's phone), the texts, the voice notes. Every proof that she’d been unfaithful. The internet was devouring her, frame by frame, caption by caption. Her hands trembled as she scrolled through the chaos. Her tears came slow at first, then in ragged sobs that left her shaking. Every comment burned. Every notification was a dagger. She wanted to scream. She wanted to vanish. Instead, she went to Ross. When she entered his office, the silence hit her first. Ross hadn’t been online, so he had no idea of the storm outside those glass walls. His fingers trembled faintly as he worked through some papers. The color in his face was pale, drained. “Ross…” she breathed, closing the door behind h

Cassie stretched her glass out and let Arden pour her a second glass of champagne. She gazed out the window at the sheet of feathery clouds below them. They took another jet to go back to LA. The interior of the jet was so sleek. Polished wood panels, soft champagne-colored leather, and the faint scent of luxury in the air. “Are you guys already doing refills?” Cora called from down the cabin, sitting next to Warren, her “plus one for shits and giggles.” With a row of recliners separating their section from the other, Cassie couldn’t see them properly, but their laughter carried easily. They’d booked rooms on opposite sides of the resort, but everyone knew they’d traveled together. Cora and Warren still insisted they were just friends, but even they didn’t believe that anymore. “You can if you get up and bring your butts over here,” Cassie called back. A few seconds passed, the sound of rustling chip bags filling the cabin before Warren finally decided, “Nah. It’s too far.” Cassi

"Yo, T. I missed you so much mehn. How's life been with, you know. The whole saga?" Tony said as she practically slammed his body against Trent's in name of a greeting. Trent groaned a little but tried to hide the pain he felt, "Yeah, I've been good. For a man supposed to be facing prison time, I'm in totally good shape." "I've missed you mehn!" Tony said again, this time grabbing Trent's hand to shake him. "If you've missed me as much as you say you have, why haven't you come visit." Tony lowered his face, "I've been. I've been going through a lot. My girlfriend, Emily broke things off." Trent brushed his hands through his hair. He blew out air, "Damn," he said, patting her back. "That's tough mehn. I'm so sorry." Tony shook his head in bereavement like he was mourning a loss. "Yeah. Yeah." "What happened?" Trent asked out of sheer curiosity. "She cheated on me." "Damn, mehn. That's hard." "But I forgave her," he explained, "then she found my other phone," he blew inti hi