Novel-novel oleh Shikha A

Finally, we went to the room when I noticed the babies were tired and wanted to sleep.After putting the babies on their cots in Bella’s room, we finally went back to the living room, where everyone was seated.Sean takes my hand and takes his seat. Sometimes I do feel we are doing too much PDA, but well, who cares?Sir, someone is here to see Mam." House help comes and informs Sean.Are you expecting someone? He asked, looking at me, and I shook my head no.I looked at the door when a smile broke on my lips as I looked at the politest person I know.Well, politeness is only for me, or else I know he is completely different outside because the work he handles isn't something a polite person can handle."Mr .Luca, how are you?" I got up from my seat and hugged him lovingly, and he did the same.He is a middle-aged man and my manager. I work as a hacker for him only. We work only for the government."Very well How have you been, and how are the little angels doing?" He asked with a smal

My mind went numb, and I let it play with this man with my lips as per his liking. He sucked my upper lips and then nibbled my lower lips, and in no time, he entered my mouth while his lips started sucking my tongue. This feeling was very overwhelming for me. He left my lips and winced loudly, and I took a deep breath and took a few more moments to understand what was happening. I look up, push back my body, sit back straight, and look at him while tilting my head. He was taking a few deep breaths while his face had a painful expression. I followed his other hand and noticed he was holding his heart. Guilt rushed back, as did panic, thinking I had hurt him again. "I am sorry." I don’t know what else to say, and I just touched his hand, which was touching her heart. "It wasn’t your fault, baby." He spoke with great difficulty, and I know I have hurt him badly. Tears pool back while I choose to stay mum. He took a few more breaths with closed eyes, and after some time, he opened

The whole day has passed while hearing the chit-chat of Sam, Nathan, and Bella. Erick visits now and then, but I have not used any words since I don't know when.The next day I woke up and tried to walk, and thankfully I could walk a little. Though stitching was painful, I could walk at least, and that was enough for me.Now nothing can stop me from seeing Sean, and I did the same.I got to know Eric left last night as he has to attend some meetings today, but Nathan and Sam stayed back with me, and finally, after my pasturing, they agreed to take me to the hospital.It felt like it was taking ages for us to be there, but again, I couldn't do anything too unwanted, so I waited.When we arrived, I noticed a helicopter landing on the building's terrace and a few guards waiting for us with wheelchairs.Well, I won't lie; I am not tired from traveling, and this wheelchair will surely Help. I sat on it without making any fuss about it, and one of the guards pushed it towards the lift.We go

"I want to see him." I spoke, looking at Nathan. I know only he can understand what I am feeling right now. "He is not here. He needed the best medical treatment as soon as possible, and most of the equipment here was busy as your health wasn’t in great condition, so we shifted him back to New York," He replied. "So, when can I see him?" I asked. As soon as you feel better" He replied. "I am fine. Let's go." I try to get up, but again, a sharp pain shoots up in my lower abdomen. "Sarah, what are you doing?" Everyone gasped, and I heard the stern voice of Alvera. She gently pushed me back. "You just had a C-section, and your stitches are still fresh. You can’t jump around as per your liking." She scolded me, and I looked at her surprisingly She helped me arrange my quilt. And I again looked at Nathan with hopeful eyes, who had a stern expression on his face and nothing else. And now he is not interested in helping me anyway. Tears pool in my eyes, and I look down helplessly. "N

When I open my eyes, a strong light hits them, and I close them and again open them slowly to get gadgets with light.I roam my eyes.The place looked familiar, but then it hit me.I am back at the clinic.All the memories hit me hard.I touch my flat belly.My babies? Where are my babies?Panicked, I looked around but found no one.Where is everyone? Where are my kids?I jerk myself up, and a sharp pain shoots through my abdominal area and hand. I looked down; saline was attached to the back of my palm, and something was bothering me on my face.I touch it with my other hand and notice it’s an oxygen mask.I tried to take it out, but I felt too weak. I finally took it off and took a large amount of air into my lungs.I look up, hearing a voice. Mam, please don’t sit like this. You might break your stitches."She pushed me back to my old position, and ignoring her, I spoke, "Where is Sean? And where are my babies?" I asked worryingly.Ma'am, your babies are fine. Look there." She paint

Once Sarah was out, I looked back at them, who were nothing but crying their hearts out.I was somehow feeling bad, but again, what else do you expect? Karma's a bitch. What goes around comes around."Don’t touch her, you bastard. You killed my love." Mr .Williams pushed Ivan, who was still shocked after looking at her mother's dead body."I did not kill her," Ivan stuttered, looking at her mother."You did. You shot my love." Mr .William started crying, holding his wife.And I wondered how this man did not love anyone apart from this woman his whole life. He gave so much pain to everyone for this woman and looked at her today as she left him, leaving him all alone."Baby, wake up. Please wake up. Don’t leave me like this, baby." His voice was reaching my ears, but I wasn't feeling sympathy for this man.Not even a bit."I did not shoot her," Ivan Mummer said, looking at his gun.Mr .Williams was far away from hearing anything. He was weeping like a child.He looked at us and again at

GIA’S POV He moved away from me.Not hurried.Not angry.Just… distant.Like something inside him had already left the room.He walked to the other side and stopped, gripping the back of a chair. His knuckles turned pale against the wood, his back facing me like a wall I wasn’t allowed to cross.The silence stretched.Thick.Uncomfortable.Unforgiving.I stood there, frozen for a moment, my fingers clutching the fabric of my shorts as if grounding myself.Gathering courage felt like gathering shattered pieces of glass—slow, painful, but necessary.I always knew this wouldn’t be easy.Being with him was never meant to be soft.Never meant to be simple.He was broken.And I… I don’t know when I decided that I wanted to fix him.Or if I even could.But I wanted to try.I wanted to share whatever it was that haunted him.Even if it meant losing pieces of myself along the way.Yet here he was… choosing distance.Choosing solitude.Choosing pain over… me.We stood there, both root

GIA’S POVslowly lifted my gaze—and the moment our eyes met, something inside me stilled.Completely.There was a question in his eyes.Not spoken.Not demanded.But there.Heavy.Waiting.And I knew exactly what he was asking.A breath caught in my throat.I have always liked tall men… but this man—he wasn’t just tall. He towered. Over my space. Over my thoughts. Over my control.It wasn’t just his height.It was his presence.“What’s wrong?” His voice broke through softly, but there was a sharp edge beneath it. “You seem… off.”I shifted slightly, rolling my shoulders in discomfort, trying to ignore how tightly the fabric clung to me.“I’m not comfortable in this dress,” I admitted quietly. “It’s too tight… I think.”His gaze dropped instantly—assessing, calculating, noticing everything.“Then why aren’t you changing, princess?”Simple question.Too simple.“I’m too lazy to do that,” I murmured, letting my forehead fall against his chest.The moment I leaned into him—Everything cha

Gia’s POVThe moment Silvy and I stepped out, the air shifted.I didn’t need to look to feel it—but I did anyway.Vincenzo stood just outside my door, as if he had been about to walk in… or perhaps, waiting.His eyes found mine instantly.And just like that, everything else faded.There it was again—that look. Raw. Unfiltered. Something dangerously close to adoration… but laced with possession so deep it almost unsettled me.But then—His gaze dropped.To my hand.Still locked with Silvy’s.And I watched it happen.That shift.Subtle to anyone else… but not to me anymore.His eyes darkened—not just in color, but in intent.Sharp. Controlled. Dangerous.A silent storm brewing beneath that perfectly composed exterior.A part of me tightened.By now, I would be a fool not to understand what this man was capable of when something… or someone… crossed an invisible line.So before that storm could take form—I slipped my hand out of Silvy’s grasp.Deliberately.And walked straight toward Vi

GIA'S POVMorning did not arrive gently—it seeped in.It came with distant echoes of footsteps, hushed instructions, the clinking of glass, and the low hum of preparations crawling through the walls of the palace like a living thing awakening. The house was no longer still… it was breathing.Reluctantly, I peeled my eyes open.A thin stream of sunlight filtered through the tightly drawn curtains, painting faint gold lines across the room. It wasn’t warm. It wasn’t comforting. Just… there. A quiet reminder that the day had begun, whether I was ready for it or not.I stretched slowly, my limbs heavy, as if sleep hadn’t truly rested me—only paused me. Sitting up, I exhaled deeply, brushing a hand over my face.Today would be long.Not because I knew everything that would unfold… but because I could feel it.Ara had arranged a charity ball—an elegant event wrapped in music and appearances. A noble cause. A calculated move. She wanted the Marking to mean something more… to turn it into opp

GIA’S POVA painful smile curves slowly on my lips as I watch her fuss over the dresses, her brows knitted together in worry as if the world depends on my approval.Love.This… this is what love looks like, I think.Not grand gestures.Not words.But this quiet, relentless care—the kind that doesn’t ask, doesn’t demand, just gives… endlessly.“I don’t have to see anything,” I say softly, my voice carrying more warmth than I intended. “Not only do I like everything you get for me, I love it. So, stop worrying like your old man.” I nudge her lightly with my shoulder before adding with a teasing roll of my eyes, “He is genuinely old, but not you. At this rate, you’ll start looking like a grandma before him with all this tension.”She gasps dramatically, swatting my arm.“Whatever!” she huffs, though I can see the corner of her lips twitching. “Now don’t sit here like a potato. You don’t have time. Get ready.”She quickly picks up a dress and thrusts it into my hands.“Wear this.”I roll

GIA’S POV“I am glad you both reached on time. We were really worried.”My father’s voice reaches me before I can even take another step forward. It carries warmth, relief… and that familiar thread of concern that never seems to leave him. His eyes scan me instinctively—from my face to my posture—as if silently confirming that I am truly fine, that nothing has gone wrong in the time I was away.A small, knowing smile curves my lips.“I’m fine, Papa,” I say softly, stepping closer.But even as I say it, I know it won’t change anything.It never does.Because worrying… that is how he loves me.And somewhere along the way, I stopped trying to fight it.Before I can say anything more, I am pulled into a sudden, tight embrace.My mother-in-law.Her arms wrap around me warmly, almost possessively, as if she has been waiting for this moment longer than she would ever admit. There is happiness in her touch, a quiet relief that seeps through the way she holds me.“You’re finally here,” she mur