Novels by Joychrystie

As the days turned into weeks, the excitement for the wedding grew. Everyone was buzzing with anticipation, and the house was filled with the sound of laughter and chatter.We all went on a shopping spree, getting new outfits, clothes, shoes, and bags. I tried on my wedding dress multiple times, making sure it was perfect. Nessa got her maid of honor dress, and Drew and Nicolas looked dashing in their tuxedos.Finally, the big day arrived. The house was buzzing with activity as everyone got ready. My grandparents, uncles, aunt and families all arrived, beaming with happiness.We all got into our various cars and headed to the wedding venue, some guests were already seated waiting patiently for us. Everything kicked off just immediately, I was walked down the aisle by my grandfather. I saw Drew waiting for me, looking handsome in his tuxedo. Nicholas stood beside him, his smile, contagious as he saw me. Nessa also stood by my side, smiling brightly.The ceremony was beautiful, with pe

As we woke up the next morning, my phone rang, breaking the silence. It was my grandfather calling to ask about the babies and exchange pleasantries. After a while, he asked, "So, when are you two lovebirds planning on getting married?"Drew, who was lying beside me, suddenly sat up and took the phone from me. "Actually, sir, I've have something nice planned out, and I intended to see you physically for a discussion.” he said with a smile. "We're going to have a beautiful outdoor wedding in a stunning landscape surrounded by nature and flowers. And the best part is, it's just a month away! The venue and all is under construction and would be ready in two weeks time.”I was taken aback, my eyes widening in surprise. I had no idea Drew had planned anything, let alone the entire wedding! I listened in awe as Drew continued to talk to my grandfather, discussing the details of the wedding.After they hung up, I turned to Drew, excitement radiating from my face. "You've planned the wedding?

Few days after the birth, our house was still buzzing with excitement. Zach and Catherine were inseparable from the babies, and they took turns feeding and cuddling them.My mom and Theresa were also a big help, cooking meals and doing laundry despite the presence of a new housekeeper and cook. Drew and I were enjoying every moment of parenthood, even the sleepless nights. We would take turns feeding and changing the babies, and we would often sit together in the nursery, watching them sleep.Nessa was also a big help, and she would often come over to visit and assist with the babies. She was overjoyed to be an aunty, and she would spend hours playing with the babies and giving them attention.My mom was now staying with us full-time, she was cleared off her probation and now was happily helping with the babies and getting everything back to normal. Drew was working from home, taking care of his fatherly duties and making sure everything was running smoothly.Our home was filled with

We drove through the quiet streets, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. It had been a wonderful evening, and I was grateful for the love and friendship that surrounded us.After a while, Drew broke the silence. "I'm glad we're having twins," he said, smiling at me.I smiled back, feeling happy. "Me too," I said. "It's going to be an amazing adventure."Drew nodded, taking my hand. "We'll face it together," he said. "As a family."I felt a surge of love for him, and I knew that everything was going to be okay. We were in this together, and we would face whatever challenges came our way as a team.As we pulled into our driveway, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. It had been a long day, but it had been worth it.Drew helped me out of the car, and we walked together into our house going into our room immediately and getting ready for bed. Drifting off to sleep that night, I knew that tomorrow would bring new challenges and adventures. But I was ready, because I had Drew by m

I woke up to the sound of Catherine knocking gently on our bedroom door. "Good morning, Alexa! I brought you some breakfast. It’s almost noon.” she said, her voice soft and cheerful.I smiled, feeling grateful for Catherine's thoughtfulness. "Thanks, Catherine. Come on in." I said to her and glanced at the wall clock, it was past 11am. Catherine walked in with a tray laden with scrambled eggs, toast, and fresh fruit. "Good morning, Drew," she said, smiling. Drew stirred, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Morning, Catherine. Thanks for bringing us breakfast."I took a bite of my eggs, savoring the delicious flavors. "Catherine, did Theresa make these?” I asked, gesturing to the meal. Catherine nodded. "No, she left hours ago. She said she had a busy day ahead of her at the restaurant, I made them.”“Oh, you’re the sweetest. Thank you.” I said, praising her sense of thoughtfulness. After we finished eating, Drew and I relaxed for a while, before he started to work on his computer. A

***FIVE MONTHS LATER….I sat in the living room, engrossed in a book about parenthood. The warm glow of the lamp beside me cast a cozy ambiance, and the soft hum of the TV in the background created a sense of relaxation. Drew walked into the room, a gentle smile on his face, and sat down beside me."Hey, how's the book?" he asked, nodding towards the pages in my hand.I looked up, my eyes sparkling with excitement. "It's great! I'm learning so much about what to expect when the twins arrive."Drew chuckled. "I'm sure you'll be an amazing mom. You're already so prepared."Just then, Zack walked out of his room, a curious expression on his face. "Hey, what are you reading?” I smiled. "Just a book parenthood.” Zack nodded and plopped down beside us on the couch. Catherine, who had been quietly reading in her room, also emerged, drawn in by the conversation.As we chatted, Stella, our new housekeeper, walked into the room with a tray of freshly baked cookies and a pitcher of cold lemona

He didn't waste time with words as his hands moved to the back of my dress, his fingers finding the zipper and dragging it down with a sharp, mechanical hiss. I felt the fabric loosen, the cool air of the office hitting my spine before he reached around and tugged the gown over my shoulders. It pooled at my feet in a circle of charcoal silk. I stepped out of the fabric, standing before him in nothing but my black lace lingerie and heels.He simply stood there, not touching me yet but his dark eyes roamed over my body with a clinical, predatory intensity. He took in every curve, every flush of my skin, as if he were memorizing a map of territory he finally owned.Without a word, he turned and walked back to his massive armchair. He shrugged off his jacket, tossing it carelessly onto the leather couch, and unbuckled his belt. I watched, my heart thundering against my ribs, as he let his trousers slide down his legs and stepped out of them. He sat back in the chair, his legs spread, look

Claire’s POVThe morning sun filtered through the heavy drapes of my bedroom, but I was already awake, my pulse humming with a nervous energy that had kept sleep at bay for most of the night. Today was going to be different. I wasn't heading to the dusty silence of the archives, I was stepping into Ethan’s world with him. I walked over to the closet, the doors gliding open to reveal the mountain of luxury Beatrice had curated for me. My fingers brushed over silks and wools until I found it, a deep charcoal tailored gown, knee-length and hugging every curve of my body like a second skin. It was professional, but the way the fabric clung to my hips felt like a silent challenge. I paired it with classic black stilettos and a set of simple gold hoops.I checked my phone on the nightstand. A single text sat on the screen, sent at an hour that proved he also barely got any sleep. “Be ready. We leave at 9.”It was only 7:30 AM. I had time.I slipped into the bathroom and turned on the water

The transition from the golden, sun-drenched fields back into the cold marble of the Vale estate felt like a physical blow. The moment we stepped through the heavy oak doors, the laughter that had lingered between Beatrice, Leo, and me was swallowed by the oppressive silence of the foyer."I'll take Leo up for a bath," Beatrice said, her voice dropping an octave as she glanced toward the dark hallway leading to the study. She squeezed my hand one last time, a silent reminder of our conversation on the grass. "Try to get some rest, Claire and don’t try to pry. You look like you’ve been through a war."I watched them disappear up the stairs before turning toward the kitchen. I was parched, my throat feeling like it was coated in the very dust I had been digging through outside. But as I passed the corridor, someone followed.Ethan was standing in the doorway of his study, still dressed in his charcoal suit, his tie loosened just enough to look dangerous rather than relaxed. He didn't sa

The sun was just beginning to bleed over the horizon, painting the manicured lawns of the estate in shades of a dull honeyed gold. I slipped through the hallway, my legs feeling like lead and my skin still humming from the friction of Ethan’s sheets. I was a ghost in my own body, moving with the silent, practiced stealth of a thief.I reached the turn for the Blue Suite at 7:00 AM, my hand reaching for the knob, when a voice like silk and gravel stopped me cold."Early morning for a walk, isn't it, Claire?"I froze, my heart leaping into my throat. Beatrice was standing by the large arched window at the end of the hall, wrapped in a heavy cream, floor-length robe. She held a cup of steaming tea, her eyes sharp and knowing as they swept over my disheveled hair and the clothes I had scrambled back into. She looked toward the direction of the Ethan’s room and then back to me."I... I just needed some air," I stammered, my face heating up with a flush I couldn't hide. "My room felt so stu

I wanted her to feel the weight of what I knew and to know that the trash she looked down on now held the keys to her destruction. Only when I see the first tear of pure terror well in her eyes will I stop and stick to my track. I made my way back up to the study, my skin still reeling from the encounter. As I pushed the door open, Mr Vale was walking toward the center of the room from the bathroom, completely naked. He didn't scramble for a towel or show a hint of shame, he just walked with that effortless, predatory grace toward his dressing chair. I turned my back immediately, feigning a sudden interest in the bookshelf, though the image of his powerful, scarred frame was already burned into my mind."Leave the files, Claire," he said, his voice back to its usual cold, clipped tone. "We’ll finish later. I have somewhere to be."“Okay.” I replied, not arguing with him. I hurried downstairs, desperate for the normalcy of Leo’s laughter and maybe a chat with Beatrice. I found the two

“Claire will be out soon," Ethan called toward the door, his voice surprisingly steady despite the storm raging between us. "She just needs to finish this one section.""Very well, don't keep her too long," Beatrice’s voice faded as her footsteps retreated down the hall.The moment the sound died away, the air in the room snapped. He didn't pull away, nor let me breathe. Instead, he reached down, his fingers gripping my hips with a bruising force, and he slid into me. The initial entry was slow, a deliberate, agonizing stretch that forced a muffled cry against his shoulder. He kept his hand firmly over my mouth at first, his eyes boring into mine with a dark, authoritative heat."Quiet," he commanded, his breath hot against my ear. "Unless you want her to come back."He began to move, a slow, torturous rhythm that focused entirely on the friction. Every slide was a calculated move to break my resolve. He watched my face, his expression one of absolute possession and lust. As the dist