Novels by Victor

**Emma’s POV** Now I understand that there’s no greater joy than marrying the person you love and knowing they love you back just as deeply. A smile tugged at my lips as both Amory and I signed our names, finalizing our marriage registration. “Now, we just have to…” he said, glancing at me with a playful grin as we both reached for the stamp. “One, two, three,” we counted together, pressing the stamp onto the marriage license. With the finality of that gesture, we submitted our paperwork, and Amory pulled me into a hug, wrapping his arm around my shoulders as we walked through the lobby. “Congratulations!” voices echoed around us, and I turned to see Catherine, Mia, and some of Amory’s colleagues gathered there, cheering in surprise and joy. “Congratulations, brother! Congratulations, Emma!” Catherine’s voice was bright and happy. Her husband chimed in, grinning, “Just like old times, huh?” I couldn’t help but beam back, the warmth of their celebration washing over me

**Emma’s POV** The sun was barely up, and the morning air held a slight chill, but there was a warmth blooming in my heart that no weather could touch. I reached across the breakfast table, picking up a slice of toast, and took a contented bite. “I think my morning sickness is finally gone,” I said with a sense of relief, smiling as I chewed. My mother’s expression softened as she watched me, her own breakfast momentarily forgotten. “Thank goodness,” she sighed, her hand resting briefly on mine. “I was starting to worry about you, you know, since you’d barely been eating.” She reached over to fill my glass with water, the sunlight catching the faint lines on her hands, a reminder of all the years of love and work she had put into raising me. “Do you have a busy day ahead?” she asked, glancing up at me with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. I nodded, swallowing a sip of water. “There’s a meeting with Dad and Grandpa about the foundation, and then I’m meeting Amory in the evening

Emma POV After leaving Amory's father and grandmother, we finally made it back home. The quiet felt almost surreal after everything we'd been through. I helped Amory settle down on the couch, his steps still unsteady, his recovery a slow process. I could see the weariness in his eyes, but I also saw something else—a lightness that had been missing for so long. We hadn’t been sitting long when a sudden chime from outside caught our attention. I quickly stood, realizing what it was. I hurried to the door, finding a delivery man waiting, a small package in his hands. As I took the package and shut the door, Amory looked over, puzzled. “What is this?” he asked as I placed the package on the table. I couldn’t help but smile. “It’s from my mom. She sent some of her special homemade dishes for you. She thought you’d need the extra strength.” “Your mom actually did that?” he asked, looking genuinely touched. I nodded, feeling warmth at the memory of her kindness. “She took such g

Amory POV It had been almost two and a half months since I’d been confined to a hospital bed, and now, finally, I was going home. My body still felt weak; each step was slow and careful, but I was free. Emma, my mom, and I decided to stop by and visit Grandma and Father before heading home. I knew they’d been waiting anxiously for this moment. As soon as we stepped inside, my mother’s voice rang out, “Mother! Honey!” The joy in her voice was unmistakable. Grandma’s eyes widened as she saw me, her expression shifting from shock to sheer happiness in an instant. She rushed forward, enveloping me in a tight embrace, her joy overflowing. “Amory! You’re home!” she exclaimed, beaming. “You did good. You did good,” she murmured, releasing me and turning to give Emma a hug as well. “You, too,” she added, smiling warmly at her. My gaze shifted to my father, who moved closer, his own smile breaking through the usually stoic expression. “You did good,” he said simply, before pulling me i

**Emma’s POV** Two long, agonizing months had passed since Amory been injured by Fielding leaving him lying motionless in that sterile hospital bed, a shadow of the vibrant man I loved. Every day, I had sat by his side, watching the faint rise and fall of his chest, searching his face for any sign of movement, any flicker of life. Even after his second surgery, he lay unresponsive, leaving me to grapple with an ache that felt impossible to mend. I sat quietly, watching him. He looked so peaceful, as if he were only asleep. I reached for his hand, feeling the gentle warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips, and clutched it close. "Amory," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the stillness, "I finally understand why I was given a second chance at life… why I came back." The quiet beeping of the machines filled the silence, steady and constant, a reminder of just how fragile he was. I took a shaky breath, pressing his hand against my cheek, my tears flowing freely as I whispered, “

Emma POV After Madam Elizabeth left, the room fell quiet, filled only with the hum of machines. I was still processing all that had happened when, to my surprise, Mr. Foden entered. It had been days since I’d last seen him—days since I learned the shocking truth that artist Edward Jones was his father.“You don’t look well, Ms. Emma,” he said, settling into a chair nearby. His gaze was steady, filled with a mixture of concern and curiosity.I sighed, sidestepping his observation. “How’s your father doing?” I asked, shifting the conversation away from myself.“He’s at the nursing home,” he replied, his voice carrying a hint of sadness. He studied me closely, then continued, “What I said at the police station was quite shocking, wasn’t it?”I took a deep breath, the weight of it all pressing down on me. “I thought you might be connected to Edward Jones in some way. I didn’t know you were father and son.”He gave a small, regretful shake of his head. “I was sent to an orphanage so young

I drove us into the empty field and the silence inside the car felt heavier than the air outside. The moment I put the gear in park, he stepped out and slammed the door so hard my shoulders jerked. The disrespect alone made a growl rise in my throat.I opened my door and walked out, my heels crunching against the dry grass. I wanted to hear whatever nonsense he dragged me out here for so I could be done with him forever. But he did not speak. He only pulled off his jacket and began pacing around the car like a predator circling prey.My stomach tightened. I could feel the rage simmering hot in my gut. Why did I even follow him here in the first place? Why did I give him an audience? The only thing he had over me was that stupid footage and at this point I did not care what he did with it. I was done being scared of a boy barely able to pay for his own haircut.I turned to open the door.“I ought to be the one to be impatient here, not you” he snickered.I paused, irritation cutting th

It has been over thirty minutes since I regained consciousness. I could finally feel myself breathing again, but my body was still weak. The headache was still there, stubborn and sharp, thumping behind my eyes every time I blinked. I forced myself up and marched to Dr Andrew’s office to say thank you. I owed him that much. My legs felt heavy, but I made it to his door and stepped inside. I sat across from him, the warm tea he offered sitting between my hands like the only thing keeping them steady. Who would have thought that the man I tried to ignore, the one I distanced myself from because I feared he saw me that night at the hotel with Henry, would now be the person who saved my life. “He visited all the nearby hospitals, and about a year I started treating him,” I paused, my voice low. “It looked like he had OCD, so I was persuading him to see a neuropsychiatrist.” I took a slow sip from the cup. “But he didn't listen, did he?” Dr Andrew said. “That is because he thinks you

“Be honest. You want to kill your husband, don’t you?” he whispered across me as if talking to himself. He flashed me a grin the moment I raised my gaze, then back at the monitor, and then he pressed.“It’ll be no fun to just get a divorce. You deserved a nice revenge, right?” he asked, his gaze locked on me, waiting for a reply.I was muted. I could only stare at him sitting across from me, his eyes glimmering like someone who enjoyed the sound of pain. After a while, I found words.“Mr jade,” I called, my voice low, barely above a whisper.His expression quickened. He took a glance at the door, then back at me, and leaned forward.“Just say the word,” he paused, his face turning cold. “I'm always willing to help.”My chest tightened, and a sharp headache blurred my vision. I ran my hand through my hair and over my face, trying to suppress the tension building in me.Who would have thought I’d ever hear something like that? Even though I wanted to hurt Noah, to destroy everything he

“Please… please,” the words escaped my mouth before I intended them to, the salt from my sweat stinging my eyes. “That is over 100 million dollars and your husband still lies to everyone that he’s broke. He is a monster!” he smirked with gritted teeth. “Please, let me go,” I pleaded, my voice shaking, but he wouldn't listen. In that moment, desperation filled my head. I leaned forward and bit his hand hard enough to taste the salt of his skin. He grunted and jerked back, his grip slipping. I shoved him away with the strength I didn’t know I still had. Sweat poured down my face. My hands trembled as I tried to catch my breath. The uneasiness washed over me again when Noah’s footsteps echoed from the staircase. His expression paused midway, eyes narrowing as if he had noticed something—or someone. I exhaled sharply to calm my racing nerves and forced a grin. My legs felt heavy as I crossed the room, reaching for my jacket and bag. “Well then, I'll leave you guys to talk,” I mumbl

The sound of the door opening behind me made me turn slowly.My breath caught. My chest tightened until I could barely breathe.Henry stood there. Inside my house.Noah’s footsteps followed from the hallway, his voice deep and confused. “Why are you…”The rest of his words died as his gaze shifted from me to the man standing behind me.The air fell into a heavy silence, thick enough to choke on.“What…” Noah frowned, his voice trembling as his eyes fell on Henry. He swallowed hard, confusion written all over his face.I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even move. My heart raced in panic, my stomach twisting as my mind ran wild with questions. Why is he here? Has he come to tell Noah? To ruin everything I have worked for?For a moment, no one spoke. The silence crawled beneath my skin. Then I forced myself to turn fully toward Henry. His expression was cold and unreadable, yet something about the way his eyes locked on me made my heart pound harder.“Henry,” I said, my voice low and shaky. “

It was already past seven in the evening by the time I finished work. I almost went to meet Mia, the address she sent still sitting in my messages, but I could not bring myself to go. The fear of seeing her face, of hearing her accuse me of sleeping with her husband, pressed guilt into my chest like a stone.So instead of meeting her, I chose to meet him at the hotel by eight.The road was chaos. Horns blared endlessly while the red tail lights stretched like a glowing chain through the traffic. My headache pulsed in rhythm with the sound. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, whispering under my breath for the cars to move faster.After a long, heavy drive that felt like forever, I finally pulled into the hotel parking lot. My pulse quickened as I checked my phone. 7:57 p.m. I hated being late.I stumbled out, fixing my jacket tightly around me. The hotel’s warm air brushed against my skin as I stepped inside, my heels clicking on the marble floor with every step. I tried to move qui