Novels by lovelyauthor

If it was a joke? Then it was the last thing I wanted. The mafia king was kidding me to force me into marriage with his son. Hah… I stomped my feet on the floor as helplessness escaped from my lips, never in my life had I felt so miserable, and vulnerable. For a matter of fact, I knew that this could not be true, he was just trying to trap. Then a part of me was convinced by the tale he told me. So it was… I was convinced! My father, I had spent my life believing that she left me alone in this world to live a miserable and poor life. Had I known he was alive, I would have done my beat to find him. “Mam… boss is calling you downstairs.” The maid came in to inform me. I exchanged a gaze with her and then looked down at my feet which were wrapped in bandages. “Does your boss not know that I can’t walk? Or he wants me to fall on my face.” I said, smothering my hair back, and then I turned to face the bed and sat on its edge. Due to standing for a while, my feet began to ache so bad.

“I’m not satisfied… yeah, you got it,” I said, my voice low but tense as I looked Joseph in the eyes. He stood tall, calm as ever, but I knew he could see it—the storm written all over my face.We had won. Bella was back. We had outplayed Markos. At least, that’s what it *should’ve* felt like. But it didn’t. Something was wrong. Deeply, unsettlingly wrong. “I think you’re just overthinking,” Joseph said, trying to ease the tightness in the air. “Markos tried to kill you. He betrayed you. There’s no doubt he showed his true face. But we played through it. We won.”He was trying to fix everything that felt broken. Trying to wrap the chaos into a neat little victory. But my gut didn’t agree. “No,” I muttered, shaking my head. “He wouldn’t have just let Bella go. Not without a reason. He wouldn’t walk away like that unless…” I trailed off, my thoughts spiraling fast. Then it hit me. “Did you notice that?” I said suddenly, breaking the silence, my eyes wide with reali

I swallowed the lump fear formed in my throat. With every step he took forward my heart beat slowed down, I was afraid that it would stop completely if he headed slightly near me. Have you ever imagined the devil coming towards you? He looked exactly like that. “Little girlie…” Ronin’s voice was low and teasing, the kind that slithered under your skin and made it crawl. “You make too much noise. I’m assuming you needed babysitting.”Before I could respond, he crouched down beside the bed and, without warning, scooped me into his arms like I weighed nothing at all. His hold was firm, effortless—like lifting a pillow. I hated how easily my body fit against his, like I belonged there.“You—put me down,” I murmured weakly, but the ache in my limbs made the protest sound pathetic even to my own ears.He ignored me, carrying me back to the center of the bed and gently laying me down. But he didn’t move back. He stayed close—*too* close—hovering over me, his eyes fixed on mine with a sha

The pain was so excruciating that even in the depths of unconsciousness, I could feel it—sharp, cruel shrills racing through my veins like fire. Every pulse sent a ripple of torment, and I couldn't escape it. I moaned, unable to suppress the whines that bubbled from deep within me, my body trembling. But my mind was fogged, distant, and the world around me was a blur. I couldn’t see who was close, couldn’t tell if someone had been feeding me, tending to me during the haze. It was as though I were trapped in a limbo, flickering between the realms of pain and darkness. The next moment, I was pulled back into a deeper sleep, but this time there was something—someone—moving me. My body jerked, and the sudden shift brought a fresh wave of agony that shot through my leg, stealing my breath. I couldn’t stop the soft whine that slipped from my lips, my mind racing to make sense of everything.Who was carrying me? Why was I being moved?And then, the scent—strong, familiar, and utterly unse

I clenched my fist into a ball and smashed it on my phone screen, it broke into tiny little pieces and left cuts on my skin. Pain was engulfing through my veins, yet it was nothing compared to what Bella was forced to go through. “The mafia Don.” I spat on the phone, I just threw it on the floor. The title I embraced my whole life, now it was sounding nothing but a curse. It sounded so useless and meaningless. ‘All of this was happening because of me.’ I smashed another punch into the wall. “Joseph.” I roared loudly. He rushed in, breathless. “Boss… are you alright? Your phone—”He stopped short when he saw the shattered screen and the blood trailing down my hand. His eyes flickered from the broken pieces to my clenched fist, and he instantly understood something was terribly wrong.He bent down to retrieve the phone.“Tell me,” I growled, grabbing his shoulder and yanking him closer. “What good have I ever done? To you. To anyone?”“Boss…” he stammered, taken aback. He hadn’t e

Blood was spilling on the floor around making a pool, I was swimming in. I quickly turned off my skirt and wrapped it around. Apparently I was stuck among heartless goons who would not care about my wound but how they can use me against their agenda. “I swear, Ronin is not going to forgive you for this.” I grunted, as pain was taking my life away gradually. My teeth dung into my lower lip.“You better save your sister now. You dared to touch me. Now he’s going to take revenge by serving your sister.” I was throwing a warning on his face with such confidence as if it was going to happen in real life. As if he cares about me!Had he, he would blast the whole place but didn’t let these goons take me with them. I was disappointed in him for throwing me in the face of the jacks and running away. Mafia don! Huh, the name didn’t suit him much now. “Shut up!” A man came forward and pressed his toe into my wound. I let out a loud, painful scream. “You think you can torture me and win ove