Novels by Lettywrites 🖋️

LAYLA'S POV Waking up to the sound of shuffling beside me, I opened my eyes groggily as I adjusted to the light in the room. Still feeling sleepy, I felt a soft brush on my cheek and that jolted me awake immediately as I tried to catch the thing that touched me. "Ava?!" I called out softly. There was a low chuckle, deep and rich, and it sent shivers down my spine. "Wrong guess" the voice murmured. My eyes widened instantly, my sleep completely gone as I turned toward the sound. Ryan was lying on the other side of the bed, shirtless with his messy hair and deep blue eyes staring at me intensely. It felt like yesterday when those same eyes were staring at me coldly without a hint of emotion. "Good morning, Mr Damon" I greeted. "It's evening..." He said, amusement dancing in his eyes. I felt my face heat up in shame, then I remembered what I've been forgetting. "My mom..." I trailed off as I stared at him expectantly. The amusement in his eyes faded, replaced b

LAYLA'S POV Waking up to a banging headache, I groaned softly, trying to blink away the blur in my vision. My body felt heavy, my limbs like they’d been weighed down with bricks. Every part of me ached, but worse than that was the strange heat that still lingered under my skin. Where was I? My eyes fluttered open slowly, the soft golden light of a nearby lamp stinging them. I wasn’t in my room...that much I knew. The sheets smelled different, unfamiliar, and... expensive? I sat up abruptly, a wave of dizziness crashing over me like a storm. My heart pounded in confusion, panic curling up in my chest as I felt the sharp pain on my waist. And then I saw him. Ryan. Sitting silently at the edge of the bed, his back facing me, shirtless. His head was bowed slightly, hands clenched into fists. My lips parted to speak, but no words came out. Only the sound of my own breath. “Mr Damon?” I croaked, my voice hoarse and dry. “What... what happened?” Turning towards me slowly,

RYAN'S POV"Hurry!!" She moaned and I felt my resolve slowly slipping as I heard the sound she made. Capturing her lips with mine, I sucked on it like my life depends on it. Her lips soft against mine, her low moans and groans making me rock hard in seconds.Prodding her lips with my tongue for entrance, she complied almost immediately, kissing me back with the same intensity.Picking her up and placing her on my thighs without breaking the kiss, I hurriedly undo her dress zipper, sliding the gown off her body.I groaned as I realized she wasn't putting on a bra, her boobs begging to be sucked as her nipples perks up. Breaking the kiss, I moved downward, sucking and biting her neck as I fondle her soft round boobs.Moaning, she arched her back, grinding against me, moving her hips up and down against my bulge."Ahh... fuck!!!" I cursed loudly, she's going to be the death of me.The last string holding my restraint snapped as I pushed her into the bed, my right hand moving down to her

The man's hand on my thigh made my skin crawl, and a sharp wave of panic surged through me. My vision was blurred, my body weak and unresponsive, but I could still feel the danger closing in. "Please... no" I gasped, my voice barely a whisper, but enough to show my fear. The man's laughter echoed in the dimly lit room, and his hand moved closer to my waist. The world around me spun, but something inside me was fighting to stay awake, to stay alert. I couldn't let this happen. Not like this. Just then, the sound of the door opening again broke through the haze, followed by heavy footsteps. A new voice, strong, commanding...cut through the tension. "Get your hands off her." Mr Damon His voice held authority, and the man froze, his hand still on me but his grip faltering. I could barely make out Ryan's figure moving towards us, but I knew he was there...his presence like a shield. "You... you can't do this. She's mine," the man stammered, clearly trying to regain control of the s

LAYLA'S POV Staring at Ryan's back as he talked to some men... probably his business partners, I was lost in thought but also aware of the curious gaze on me. Swirling the drink in my hand, I noticed Ryan glancing back every second to make sure I was still in place. I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly he was thinking. Was he worried about me? Was he just trying to keep up appearances? There was so much I didn’t understand about him, about this whole situation. I took another sip of my drink, trying to blend into the background as best as I could, but it was hard when all the attention seemed to be directed at me. The soft murmur of the room faded into the background as I focused on the swirl of my drink, the ice gently clinking against the glass. A few moments later, I noticed a few more people glancing my way, some of them clearly trying to figure out who I was. It wasn’t just the men, but even some of the women. They all seemed to be sizing me up. My discomfort grew wi

RYAN'S POV Hearing the clinking sound of heels, I raised my head and my breath immediately got caught in my throat. Layla has always been a very beautiful lady, but at this moment...she looks mesmerising, stunning... alluring even. I couldn't take my eyes off her. God, I don't think I'll be able to control myself from touching her. I want her badly, my body needs her, I could already feel myself getting hard as I stared at her. Swallowing hard, I forced myself to calm down as different images of her naked underneath me surfaced in my head. Clenching my fist, I pushed the thoughts aside. "You look stunning" I complemented her. "Thank you" she replied, her cheeks turning pink underneath her natural makeup, making her look even more beautiful. Gulping, I turned around before saying, "Let's go" in a cold tone, masking my lewd thoughts. Getting into the car, I handed her a black masquerade mask with feather on the side, looking elegant and classy. I was dressed in a blac

ANDREA "Sunshine...?" He whispered breathlessly. "Hmm?" I hummed, taking slow steps towards him. "What are you wearing?" He asked, his eyes almost looking clouded. I smiled at him, slow and playful, and kept walking toward him like I had all the time in the world. “My night wear,” I said softly, tilting my head to the side. “What else would it be?” His throat moved when he swallowed. He didn’t answer right away. His eyes were still glued to me, like if he blinked I might disappear. “That is not a night wear" he muttered, his voice rough. I stopped right in front of him, close enough to feel his warmth. I reached out and lightly touched his chest with one finger, feeling how tense he was under my touch. “It is to me,” I said, trying not to laugh when his breath hitched. “You’re the one who hasn’t been paying attention.” He finally lifted his hands, but instead of touching me, he rested them on the door frame on either side of me, trapping me there without actually making con

ANDREA I kept giggling like an idiot as I stared at Alex’s smiling face. I did not know why it made me feel so light, but it did. I walked closer until I was right in front of him and then wrapped my arms around him without thinking. He let out a small breath, the kind that sounded like I had caught him off guard in the best way. He leaned down and kissed my forehead, then my cheek, and then finally my lips. The kiss was deep and slow, and it made my knees go soft. I held on to him tighter because I honestly felt like I might fall. For a moment, he kissed me like he had missed me for weeks, like he had been holding back. Then suddenly he pulled away. I blinked, confused and a little annoyed. He looked like he did not want to stop either, like the kiss had messed with him as much as it did with me. But instead of coming back for more, he took my hand and guided me toward the kitchen. I followed him, still wondering what just happened. He let go of my hand only when he rea

ALEXANDER The moment the kitchen door closed behind us, I turned around and faced Andrew. I didn’t even try to hide how pissed I was. “What the hell is she doing here?” I snapped. “Why would you bring her? Do you think Andrea needs this right now?” Andrew rubbed a hand over his face and let out a tired breath. He looked worn out, like he hadn’t slept properly even with Andrea around and already found. “I didn’t bring her to upset her,” he said quietly. “She called me. She said she wanted to see Andrea.” “And you agreed?” I shot back. “Just like that?” “I agreed because I needed to see her too,” Andrew replied, lowering his voice. “There’s something I found out…something I need to confirm.” I stared at him, my jaw tightening. “What are you talking about?” Andrew didn’t answer immediately. He looked toward the living room, toward Andrea, and his expression shifted into something serious. Something heavy. “I can’t say it yet,” he said finally. “Not before I’m sure.” “That’s bul

ANDREA About twenty minutes later, I heard the sound of a car pulling up outside the villa. Lexi was already halfway to the door before I could even sit up properly. She always tried to handle visitors before they reached the living room, mostly so I wouldn’t feel pressured. But the second she opened the door, she let out a sharp gasp. Then she scoffed, her tone shifting so fast it made my stomach tighten. “What are you doing here?” she asked, almost snapping the words. I froze. Lexi never spoke like that with us. Not to family. Not to guests. Not to anyone unless something was seriously wrong. My heart jumped into my throat. I pushed myself off the couch, ignoring the slight sting in my ribs, and walked toward the hallway. When I reached the entrance, I stopped. Andrew stood there. My father stood next to him. My stepmother hovered right behind them. And between them…looking stiff, awkward, and completely out of place was…Lia. My heart clenched before I could stop it. She

ANDREA A few weeks passed before I was finally strong enough to stay at home without a nurse checking on me every day. My bruises had faded and most of the swelling around my ribs was gone. I could walk around the house without feeling like my legs were going to give out. I should have felt normal again, but normal was hard to find with the way everyone hovered over me. It started from the moment I woke up. If I coughed even once, Alex pushed open my bedroom door like he had been standing outside waiting. He always asked if I needed water or if I felt dizzy. Sometimes he did not even ask. He just brought things and set them by my bed. I appreciated it, but after the tenth time in a day, it felt like I could not breathe without someone watching. Kate visited almost every afternoon. She would sit on the couch beside me and pretend she was only there to keep me company, but her eyes kept drifting to my movements. If I shifted or winced a little, she straightened like she was rea

ANDREA Alex took a shaky breath and gently let go of my hand. “I should call the doctor,” he murmured, trying to steady himself. “And I need to tell everyone you’re awake. They’ve all been waiting.”He stood up like his legs were barely holding him. For a second, he just looked at me again, as if making sure I was really there and not another nightmare he’d wake from. Then he hurried out of the room.The moment the door opened, I heard voices outside...low, tired, anxious murmurs and then everything exploded into noise.The door swung wide, and everyone rushed in at once. Their faces were pale, eyes swollen, clothes wrinkled like nobody had slept or even gone home in days.My step mother reached me first. Her hands trembled as she touched my arm. “Oh God… Andrea…my child, my sweet child…” Her voice cracked and she started crying again, trying to hide it behind her hand.My dad stood behind her, looking like he had aged ten years. His usually stern but warm face was broken with relief

It felt like a trap. Like I was being led… or watched. My eyes darted to the windows, heart thudding faster. I stood slowly, walked to the curtains and yanked them closed. I didn’t see anything or anyone...but that didn’t calm the feeling crawling up my spine. What if this whole thing...this key, this chest, even meeting Agnes was orchestrated? What if I wasn’t uncovering the truth so much as being fed it? I looked back down at the chest. The key still sat in the lock like it was waiting. I didn’t trust it. But I also didn’t trust not opening it. What if it held everything? My fists clenched. No. Not yet. I needed to be smart. I needed to be sure no one else had touched this. No one else had access. I pulled the key out and tucked it back into my coat pocket. Then I shoved the chest deeper into the closet and stacked a few boxes over it, just enough to hide it without looking suspicious. Then I grabbed my phone and started checking for bugs...literally. The corne

Agnes hesitated. Her wrinkled hands clutched the edge of her chair, knuckles whitening as she stared down at the dusty floor. “A ledger” she finally said, her voice low and tight. “Your mother kept a detailed record...dates, names, deals. Everything the Garrett family tried to bury. Corrupt officials, bribes, offshore accounts, blood money... even people who went missing under mysterious circumstances. All of it. She was going to use it to bring the entire empire down.” My heart thundered. “Where is it now?” “That’s the problem” Agnes said, looking up at me with haunted eyes. “She hid it before she died. She didn’t trust anyone, not even me. All she told me was that the key to finding it was ‘with Mariah.’ My breath caught. “With me?” She nodded slowly. “It’s why I’ve stayed hidden all these years. I’ve been trying to protect you, hoping no one would connect the dots. If the Garretts or anyone loyal to them...figured out who you are, they'd come for you. Not just because you’re

Agnes huffed under her breath, muttering something I couldn’t catch. She straightened her shoulders and gave me a long, penetrating look, like she was memorizing my face in case this went badly. Then she walked to the door, undid the latch, and opened it just a crack. I stayed pressed against the wall, just out of sight, heart hammering against my ribcage. Mark’s voice was immediate. “Where is she?” “She’s gone” Agnes replied flatly. “Just left.” There was a beat of silence. I imagined Mark narrowing his eyes. “She was here, right?” “She’s not anymore” Agnes said, her tone sharp now, even as her hand gripped the edge of the door tighter. “And I don’t answer to you, young man.” Silence again. Then his voice, quieter this time. “Tell her to be careful. That’s all I wanted to say.” I heard footsteps retreating slowly, measured, heavy. The door creaked shut again. Agnes turned around, her chest rising and falling faster than before. “You sure he’s not one of them?” s

ELEANOR'S POV Walking out of the elevator with Liam, he offered to drive me home but I refused cause I had other plans. "I brought my car and today's friday, I don't wanna leave my car in the company's parking lot throughout the whole weekend." I gave an excuse that I knew would work on him. Shrugging, he led me to my car and pecked me on my forehead before waving me goodbye, a soft smile on his face. I smiled back, keeping it light, but the moment I slipped into my car and shut the door, the warmth faded from my face, seriousness taking over. I started the engine, but didn’t drive home. Instead, I pulled out the small notebook from my bag, the one with the scribbled address I’d tracked down earlier this week. Agnes Langford. A former housekeeper for the Garrett family. The same year Sarah disappeared… Agnes vanished too. Coincidence? I didn’t believe in those anymore. I typed the address into my GPS and pulled out of the lot, heading across town toward a quiet,

MARK'S POV Standing in front of my desk, I stared at the woman in front of me coldly. "What are you doing here?""Ohh, come on Mark. Is that a way to greet your fiance?" She asked with that annoying smile on her face, a smile I know too well.Gritting my teeth, I scoffed "Ex fiance!" I corrected her, my voice dripping with malice.Claudia’s smile faltered for a split second, but she recovered quickly, brushing an invisible speck off her designer blazer as she stepped closer.“Technicalities” she purred. “You never really ended things properly. One could say you just… ran away.”“I should’ve run faster” I said flatly, my jaw tight. “And you showing up here unannounced? Bad idea.”She tilted her head, eyes gleaming with false sweetness. “I missed you, darling. And from the looks of things, I’m not the only one who’s… interested in you lately.”My eyes narrowed. So that’s what this was about.She leaned against the edge of my desk, crossing her arms. “She’s pretty, your secretary. Has n

ELEANOR'S POVWatching the door closed behind Liam, I felt restless...like something was gonna happen but not really sure what it was.It's been a week since Liam and I started dating, I decided to give him a chance after thinking about it for a long time. He's a really sweet guy.And also the fact that he was the one who saved me years ago...was also a big plus. I've been looking for the boy who just into the ocean without hesitation just to save me. Knowing he's the one, I actually feel protected in his presence, like he has this calming effect on me. Making me almost forget about revenge.I've been meeting up with Doctor Rex but there wasn't any progress. I've also been diligently going to the judo club for the past two weeks.I’ve always believed in balance, work, emotions, control. But lately, nothing feels balanced.Liam makes things feel easy. Too easy, sometimes. His laughter is disarming, his touch warm. And knowing he was the boy who saved me that day in the water… it’s lik