Novels by WALDA

"Long time no see," Heath said, his expression softening.Filla turned and saw Mark. A surge of resentment twisted in her gut. She'd foolishly believed she still held a significant place in his heart, only to find herself treated no differently than any other employee.“No, this won't do. I have to get him back. And David's business too! I want it all!”A short while later, Mark arrived at Heath's office. The once wild and uninhibited playboy now exuded a calm, sharp presence."It's been a while since I reported to my esteemed shareholder," Mark said with a grin, his smile injecting a much-needed jolt of life into the otherwise staid office atmosphere."It certainly has. I haven't really kept up with Voda Pharm's operations lately. You haven't run it into the ground, have you?" Heath returned a cool smile.The two men, both exceptionally handsome and charismatic, sat facing each other.One, in a dark suit, was cool and reserved, his expression unyielding. The other, in a light gray su

Filla's red lips edged closer to Heath's, and his heartbeat quickened abruptly.The recent friction with Prisley had him questioning the nature of their relationship. After all, since Spencer had been hospitalized, Prisley had barely smiled at him.He couldn't tell if it was his failing or if Prisley's feelings had shifted. He'd done everything in his power—all that he could, all that he should, even things he shouldn't have—yet Prisley still hadn't offered him a genuine smile.Heath even wondered if, after the incident at the coffee shop, Prisley had become someone else entirely, no longer the Prisley he'd known.The face before him, bearing a striking resemblance to Prisley, brought back memories of sweet times. Were they sweet times with Filla, or with Prisley? He couldn't quite pinpoint it. But that familiar smile, after so many twists and turns, softened his heart once more."Heath... I know you only sought her out because she looks like me, right? You never truly forgot me. Don'

In the spacious, brightly lit office of InnoExpand, David leaned back in his chair, a hazy gaze fixed on the ceiling, utterly detached from any semblance of work.Low moans occasionally escaped him.Filla knelt on the carpet before him, her head buried between his thighs, a not-so-large dick moving in and out of her mouth."This new office is brilliant!" David purred, luxuriating in her service."No more worrying about Heath's people finding us, right?"Filla, who had just serviced David's friend, Ford, the day before, was not pleased.She tried to appease David as much as possible. "Or... maybe I could just stick with you from now on. I don't want to go to Ford's."David snorted. "If you don't service Ford, how will he reliably help me out? You know, you're not exactly bursting with other uses."He grabbed Filla's hair, forcing her head back and forth violently.Filla nearly gagged from the discomfort. She knew she was just a tool, a plaything, to David.But even for this not-so-brig

"You mean...?""The risk is too high; I can't guarantee any specific outcome. But what's certain is, without the surgery, he won't live past six months."Prisley's heart pounded. "What if he has the surgery?""If you win the gamble, he'll make a full recovery. As long as there's no recurrence in the follow-up three years, he'll largely be in the clear."Prisley's fingers tightened, her knuckles white. "What happens if we lose the gamble?""At best, he'll lose some memories. At worst, he could die on the operating table."Prisley felt a sudden weakness, bracing herself against the edge of the table."Can I... go back and think about it?"The doctor nodded. "Yes, but we don't have much time. Once his condition stabilizes in the next few days, he'll have to make a decision. As you know, cancer cells can accelerate wildly in their later stages."Prisley wasn't sure how she managed to leave the doctor's office. She simply flagged down a cab in a daze and returned to her apartment.Heath wa

Prisley's voice trembled with raw emotion as she clutched Spencer's hand, as if grasping a precious treasure she'd almost lost."Doctor—! He, he squeezed my hand—!"The ICU ward instantly erupted into a flurry of activity. Doctors and nurses rushed in, and the urgent alarms of various machines pierced the air.Heath stood on the other side of the glass, his gaze fixed on the scene, a complex mix of emotions swirling within him.A flicker of relief for Spencer's awakening mingled with a subtle, nagging feeling that Prisley's attention might never again be solely fixed on him. This faint sense of loss pricked his usually proud heart."Heath, did you see that? Spencer's awake!" Steve's voice, a blend of excitement and a hint of playful taunt, broke through his thoughts.Heath's gaze shifted, his tone flat. "I saw. That's good."His eyes were cool, his lips a tight line, seemingly indifferent to everything unfolding before him, yet a certain awareness lingered.Steve raised an eyebrow, hi

Spencer lay motionless in the dark, the rhythmic beeping of the monitor once again piercing the silence.He didn't know how long he'd been there, trying desperately to open his eyes, but failing.Yet, the physical pain was more distinct now, especially a sharp ache in his left kidney.Soon, he heard Prisley's gentle voice again, feeling his hand enveloped by her soft one.But perhaps his senses were still too dull, for the touch felt fleeting, almost unreal.Who cares, Spencer thought, as long as she's here.Prisley continued to speak in that soothing tone, recounting their shared past."Spencer, do you remember when you broke Aunt Susan's favorite vase and tried to blame it on me? But Aunt Susan was too smart! She knew right away it was you. You ended up spending a whole day cleaning out the tool shed.""You probably never figured out why, did you?" Prisley chuckled softly. "Because you were always playing ball in the house, and that vase was just at the perfect height for you to hit

CamilleMy mother and Gabriel had searched the entire mansion and back garden for Matthew. They were terrified he might be harming himself in the tool shed when they heard noises coming from within, so they burst inside.What they stumbled upon was our shame, laid bare.My mother's face crumpled in horror. She slammed the door shut, but she didn't dare interrupt Matthew's… episode. Instead, she just stood there, wringing her hands, completely helpless.I caught a glimpse of shock and anguish etched on Gabriel's face.In his eyes, he was already convinced that I had seduced a mentally unstable Matthew to gain some sort of advantage with the Bennetts—he wouldn't have needed to ask, and even if he did, he'd never believe my explanation.Seeing them, Matthew's clouded mind began to clear. He slumped off me, murmuring apologies over and over.Gabriel helped him get dressed, his voice soothing and protective as he held Matthew close, telling him not to be afraid.Meanwhile, my mother, in a

CamilleMrs. Bennett had always been frail, and Matthew's disappearance for several days had driven her to despair. She couldn't eat or sleep, constantly urging Mr. Bennett to send people out to search.Even though help was dispatched daily, nothing eased her fears. Determined to find her son, she took to the streets herself, scouring every corner from dawn until dusk.But exhaustion overcame her; she collapsed by the roadside and was tragically struck by a truck that had run a red light.That gentle, caring woman—with her heart heavy for her youngest son, went to heaven, leaving us all in mourning.When I heard the news, it felt like I had died a little inside. She was the one both Gabriel and Matthew adored most.Soon enough, the maids began whispering rumors. They claimed I had taken Matthew out to play, and that my actions were to blame for his abduction.I tried to explain everything to Mr. Bennett and to Gabriel, and they seemed to accept it, but when Gabriel looked at me, the h

CamilleHow did Matthew find me? A rush of relief surged through me, but it was instantly replaced by fear—for him."Matthew! Leave me—just run!" My pants had been yanked down below my knees, but I didn't care about my own humiliation. I just screamed for him to get away.Smack!A stinging slap landed hard across my face. Pain exploded in my cheek, and for a moment, my left ear went completely deaf.Matthew grabbed the knife James had left on the table and lunged at him.But how could a fourteen-year-old boy stand a chance against a full-grown man? Especially one like James—a brute who had spent his life in brawls.It only took a few moments before Matthew was overpowered. He was bleeding, tied up, and tossed beside me like a discarded rag doll."Well, ain't this my lucky day!" James let out a triumphant laugh. "Looks like the blind old gods finally decided to do me a favor! I was just thinking I needed something big, and now I've got myself a rich little hostage."Both Matthew and I

CamilleGabriel spoke with his usual nonchalance. "Someone must have leaked information. We got ambushed halfway.""You didn't fight back? Were all the men you brought useless?"Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "How do you know I didn't?"I quickly stepped in to smooth things over. "Mr. Bennett, it happened so fast last night. Gabriel was injured... because of me. I slowed him down. I'm willing to take the punishment.""Injured?" Harrison's tone was cold, devoid of any real concern. "Where?"Gabriel stepped forward, unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled it slightly off his shoulder, revealing the bandages.Fresh blood had already seeped through the pristine white gauze—this wound was real.Harrison was a man who trusted only what he could see. Without evidence, he would never believe a word.He gave the injury a glance and nodded."You messed up this time. Do you have any idea how much we lost?" Harrison’s voice was heavy with anger. "But since you're hurt, I'll let it slide. Camille, stay here.

CamilleIt was nearly midnight, and I didn't want Gabriel to know I'd been snooping. I put the photo albums back in the box, returning everything to its original place.I wondered how he was doing, a genuine worry settling in. I felt a twinge of worry not just for him, but for my own fate.He wouldn't end up telling his old man that I'm unfit, would he?I always felt he wasn't that devious.I had curled up in a corner, half asleep, when the door slammed open and Gabriel burst in.He was panting, his voice hoarse. "Let's go, I'll take you home."Amidst his familiar scent, I detected a faint whiff of blood.I jumped up, scanning him from head to toe. "What happened? Are you hurt?"He ignored me, shoving me towards the door. "Too many questions. Just go home."But I wasn't having it.I turned back into the room, slamming the door shut."Gabe, I need to make sure you're okay."I started unbuttoning his shirt. With practiced ease, his black shirt was off in seconds.I froze.There, on his

CamilleI screamed and pounded on the door with all my strength. The thick oak barely even shuddered. Gabriel was already gone.I fell silent, scanning the room. It wasn’t large—likely a storage room. More importantly, there were no windows.So, from the very beginning, Gabriel had never intended to let me join the mission.Damn it!Since I couldn't leave, there was no point wasting energy. I sat on the floor, slowly scanning the room.It was cluttered with odds and ends, coated in a thin layer of dust, suggesting it was rarely cleaned.Curiosity piqued, I began to rummage through the mess, unearthing an old box tucked beneath a pile of junk.My heart skipped a beat as I opened it, guessing what I'd find inside.It was rude to snoop, but considering he'd locked me in here, I figured a peek at his photos evened the score.Lifting the lid, I found a few photo albums stacked neatly inside.A faint trace of dust drifted into the air as I opened the first one. Page by page, images of Mrs.