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 “I do.” The words left my lips, soft but steady, even though my heart was beating so loudly in my chest I was sure everyone could hear it. My hands trembled just a little as Alex took my left hand, his thumb brushing over my fingers in a way that calmed me instantly. “I do,” he said right after, his voice firm and full of emotion. He slid the ring onto my finger, and the moment it settled there, something inside me finally clicked into place. This was real. This was happening. All the pain, all the fear, all the loss had led us here. The priest smiled warmly at us. “You may kiss your bride.” Alex did not rush it. He leaned in slowly, his hand resting at my waist as his lips met mine. The kiss was gentle but deep, full of everything we had survived together. My knees weakened slightly, and I had to lean into him to steady myself. I heard soft laughter and quiet sighs around us, but in that moment, it felt like there was no one else in the world. When we pulled apart,

ANDREAA few month had passed since everything happened, but it felt like the pain was still fresh. I still wasn’t over Lia’s death. Her burial had been two months ago, but I barely remembered any of it. I spent the entire time crying, numb and lost, watching people say their goodbyes while my chest ached like it would never stop. I missed her, my sweet little sister, more than I could put into words.Dad had finalized the divorce with my stepmother after everything she had done, and slowly, things were starting to go back to normal. Aliya had been sentenced to life in prison without the chance of bail, but knowing she was behind bars didn’t take away the scar on my heart. Nothing could erase the betrayal, the fear, or the knowledge that someone so close to us had caused so much pain.I decided to bury myself in work. Designing new pieces, planning fashion shows, and spending time with Kate and Lexi became my escape. We laughed, planned, and created together, and in those moments

ALEXANDER A few days later, the final results came in.I stood in a quiet room with files spread across the table, listening as everything was explained to me in clear, calm words. The DNA tests were complete. The dental records matched. There was no room left for doubt.The body was Lia Dale.The real Lia.According to the autopsy, she had been hit on the head. The injury alone would not have killed her, but it would have left her disoriented and weak. The cause of death was drowning. The investigators believed she had been pushed off a bridge into the water below. Her body stayed trapped somewhere downstream until time and rain finally carried it into the small stream near our construction site.Three years.Lia had been dead for three years.I sat back in the chair, my chest tight, my thoughts spinning. Nothing made sense and yet everything suddenly did. Every strange moment. Every uneasy feeling Andrea had. Every time something about Lia felt wrong but could never be explained.

ALEXANDERI walked into my office and loosened my tie, my mind already back at home with Andrea. The meeting had dragged longer than it should have, and all I wanted was to get out of here and get back to her. I was reaching for my jacket when the door opened.Cole stepped in, his expression serious.“Before you leave,” he said, closing the door behind him, “we found something on the new site.”That made me stop. I turned to face him. “Found what?”Cole did not answer right away. He tapped his iPad and turned the screen toward me.“Just watch,” he said quietly.The video started playing. It was shaky, clearly taken by someone on site. I leaned forward without realizing it. The camera showed a narrow stream at the edge of the land we had just acquired for the new project. The water was shallow, barely moving.Then I saw it.A body lay half in the water, half on the muddy bank.I frowned immediately. The body was in bad shape. Too much time had passed. The face was swollen and unrecogni

ANDREA The memory hit me all at once and my chest tightened. I looked up at my stepmother, my heart beating hard. “The necklace,” I said quickly. “My mom’s necklace. How did you get it?” The room went very quiet. “That necklace was never found on my mother’s body,” I continued, my voice shaking despite my effort to stay calm. “So it didn’t just appear out of nowhere. You had it. And I want to know why.” My father turned to her slowly, confusion clear on his face. “What necklace is she talking about?” My stepmother’s lips parted, then closed again. She looked at Andrew, then at me, and for the first time since I walked into the room, she looked nervous. Andrew stepped forward. “Answer her,” he said firmly. “No lies this time.” She swallowed hard. “I… I did not steal it,” she said quickly. “I never meant to hide it.” “That is not what she asked,” Andrew replied. “She asked how you got it.” "The night of the accident," she started and we all stared at her like she was going to

ANDREAMy stepmother straightened in her seat, clearly confused. “What is going on?” she asked, her voice tight. “Andrew, you are scaring everyone.”Andrew exhaled slowly, like he had been holding it in for too long. “After Andrea was kidnapped, Alex and I agreed on one thing,” he said. “We did not trust Lia. Not then. Not now.”My stomach sank a little at her name.“So we started looking into her,” Andrew continued. “At first it was just her. Her movements. Her contacts. Her past. But then we realized something did not sit right, so we widened the search.”My father frowned. “Widened it how?”“To the Grey family,” Andrew said. “Before the divorce. Before you married Mom.” His eyes flicked briefly to my stepmother, then back to my father. “We decided to investigate the entire family history.”The room went quiet.Andrew clasped his hands together. “What we found took time. A lot of time. Records buried. Names altered. Places changed. But eventually, it all lined up.”I felt my chest t

LYRAI couldn't stay there another second.The moment the song ended, I pulled my hand away from Mr. Bianchi and forced a polite smile."Excuse me."Before he could respond, I slipped through the crowd.I didn't bother looking back.I walked toward the quieter side of the hotel, away from the ballroom and the endless noise of people talking, laughing, and celebrating an engagement that felt more like a funeral to me.As I passed a waiter, I grabbed another glass of champagne without thinking.I took a sip as I continued walking, then another.By the time I reached the back hallway, my head already felt lighter than it should.Great.Exactly what I needed.I stopped myself from taking another drink and set the empty glass down on a nearby table.I had already had enough.I pushed through the back doors and stepped outside.The cool night air hit my face immediately.I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.Much better.The hotel garden stretched behind the building, beautifully lit by

LYRADante was walking toward me.My heart immediately started pounding.I didn't know what he wanted, but judging by the amused look on his face, I knew he hadn't forgotten me.I took a small step backward."Dont..."Before I could finish, the lights in the ballroom dimmed slightly, and a voice came through the speakers."Good evening, ladies and gentlemen."Everyone turned toward the stage.Dante also stopped walking.I looked at him for a moment before turning my attention to the stage as well."Thank you all for joining us tonight to celebrate a very special occasion."The room filled with applauses.I glanced at Dante again.He was standing a few feet away now, his expression unreadable.The man on the stage continued speaking, but I barely listened.My attention was still fixed on Dante.Until I heard a familiar name."Please welcome the beautiful bride to be, Miss Iris Lombardi."My head snapped toward the stage as Iris stepped forward.She looked nervous, but she smiled polite

LYRAI stared at myself in the mirror for a few seconds, hardly recognizing the woman staring back at me.The deep wine colored evening gown hugged my figure perfectly, flowing down to the floor in soft, elegant folds. The neckline was simple but flattering, while the fitted waist brought out my curves without making the dress feel uncomfortable. My red curls had been styled loosely, allowing them to fall around my shoulders in soft, bouncy waves.I touched one of the curls absentmindedly before sighing.Tonight was Iris's engagement party.I still couldn't believe I was actually going.Two days ago, I had been working my usual shift at the club, and now I was standing in a room that probably cost more than my entire apartment, dressed like I was attending some royal event.I took one last look at myself before stepping out of the room.The moment I reached the top of the stairs, I saw Iris standing at the bottom.And my breath caught.She looked absolutely beautiful.Her emerald gr

DANTE The room was quiet except for the sound of heavy breathing. Three men were tied to metal chairs in the middle of the basement. Blood stained the concrete floor beneath them. I stood by the table, slowly removing my gloves. None of them dared to look at me. They had tried to kill me two nights ago, now they were shaking like frightened animals. I pulled out the chair across from them and sat down calmly. My men stood behind me in silence. “I’m going to ask this once,” I said, my voice echoed softly in the cold room. “Who sent you?” The room stayed silent. None of them answered. The man in the middle kept his eyes on the floor like he was hoping the ground would open up and swallow him. The one on the left was breathing so hard his chest kept rising and falling. The third man tried to look brave, but the sweat running down the side of his face betrayed him. I watched them for a few seconds, then I smiled. Slowly, I stretched out my hand to the side

LYRAAs I sat in my father's office, I wondered about what he was going to say to me. In front of me was a huge expensive looking desk with files on it.My father sat on his leather chair, his gaze burrowing a hole through my skull.There was an awkward air around us but I didn't care. It was expected because we hadn't seen each other in ages.He cleared his throat, finally breaking the decades of silence."There will be a dinner party here for your sister's engagement in two days time and it's important that you attend as you will be meeting your fiance there." He said without a hint of warmth.My brows furrowed into a frown, my 'fiance?'I chuckled, amusement dancing in my eyes. "My fiance?" I asked to be sure I heard right."Yes." He replied, then he continued after a small pause, "Your engagement will take place next month."I scoffed, my grip tightening around the hem of my dress. "So this was why you asked me to come." I said calmly, my chest clenching in whatever emotions I was

LYRA Knock knock!!! A loud knock on the door jolted me awake. I groaned and rolled over, my heart racing like I had been caught doing something wrong. It took me a second to remember where I was. The massive soft bed I was in made me remember everything that happened last night or should I say, earlier today? I squinted my eyes and reached for the clock on the bedside table. The bright numbers told me it was way too early for my liking. Who on earth was knocking on my door this early? I cleared my throat and said a low, sleepy, “Come in.” after remembering that I wasn't in my apartment anymore. The door opened slowly, and the middle aged woman from earlier this morning stepped inside. She had the same calm look on her face, like she knew I would still be in bed, looking like a mess. “Good morning, miss Lyra,” she said gently. “Good morning,” I replied, sitting up and pulling the duvet closer to myself. She smiled. “You should freshen up and come downstairs. Everyone is wai