Novels by CHICHI

Katherine’s povSitting here was probably the worst thing I could do for myself but now didn’t know what else to do.They asked me about my family, but not in a warm curious way—more like they were poking me, prodding for entertainment.“So, Katherine, your family runs what again?” one of them, a girl in a pale blue satin dress asked, sipping something with a tiny umbrella in it. I couldn’t remember her name. Maybe Tiffany? Or Vanessa? They all blurred.I smiled, a small tight thing. “We don’t run anything, really. My dad used to own some properties, but… it’s complicated.”“oh” she said. “so you’re not from money?”I kept quiet as they all nodded.“I see,” someone scoffed. “She’s that girl Dacre brought in. The charity case.”They all laughed as I bit my tongue and kept quiet.But every word scraped against my skin“Do you even know what champagne is supposed to taste like?” another voice asked.That got a laugh.I stood up before I could say something stupid or cry. "I’ll be by the

Renee’s povI zipped up the back of my dress and looked into the mirror as I blew a kiss to myself.I looked hot. The curves popping in all the right angles.I looked good. Powerful, even. But it wasn’t just the look—it was the feeling buzzing under my skin tonight. Almost like something huge was gonna happen tonight.I grabbed my perfumes to spray when Zelda showed up. She was dressed in a black evening ball gown and she was giving off greater energy.This queen really knew how to kit up.”she’s ready,” she sis as I saw the excitement in her eyes.I turned to her, one earring halfway clipped on. “Wait—Katherine? She’s coming? She agreed?” “Grace convinced her. She didn’t want to, but you know how it goes. The girl practically has no spine when Grace opens her mouth.”I smirked and turned back to the mirror, finishing the earring.“Finally,” I muttered.But then Zelda went on. “Only thing is… Grace is coming too.” I stopped. My fingers had locked around my necklace’s chain. “What?”

Renee’s povShe sighed. “We are having a get together today.”I raise a brow. “Who’s we?”Zelda raised an eyebrow. “What sort of get-together?”“Some of my old college friends,” my mother said. Her voice was light. “Rich women, mostly. Important families. It’s a little thing at the estate—more like an excuse to talk about people you haven’t seen in ten years and play games than anything else. Drink some wine and listen to music.”I gave her a dry look. “And?”“And,” she said, looking far too pleased with herself, “you’re both coming with me.”Zelda shifted in her chair, now interested. “Why?"Mother smirked, swiveling the last dregs of wine in her glass. “Because they’re all bringing their sons . . . and their husbands. And their friends. Wealthy friends. You know how it works.”I rolled my eyes. “So it’s a matchmaking dinner.”“Not necessarily,” she said, holding up a hand. “But you know… it doesn’t hurt to be seen. Especially not by the right people.”Zelda smiled and looked at me b

Renee’s povI was standing at the window in my room, chewing on the edge of my thumb, phone pressed against my ear. “We have a little problem.” I cut him short before he can try to get anything else out of me.There was a pause. “Please tell me you’re not chickening out.”“I’m not,” I growled in frustration. “I just… won’t be there tomorrow. My mom is making a last-minute meeting and I have to go. She said it’s important.” Another stretch of silence, and I swear I could hear his teeth grinding on the other end.“I already sent the message of the kidnapping,” he said at last. “The boys all positioned themselves. It will go down tomorrow. Whether you want it to or not. The message is already out.”I groaned and put my forehead to the cold glass, fogging it up. “Can’t you push it back a few days? Or—or maybe even later in the week or—?” I tried.“No.” He cut me off. “More movement increases risk tenfold,” he said, grinding his teeth together. “It’s tomorrow or never.”I sighed and clos

Renee’s povThe ride back home was quiet.Dacre didn’t speak and I didn’t either. Not like I had much to say. My thoughts were running rampant within my own head and I just stared out the window not really seeing the passing streets or how fast we were getting back to the estate. My hands were clenched in my lap, fingers digging into my thighs without notice and closed legs crossed at the ankles not trusting myself since… I hated how nervous I felt around him now… ever since Katherine came into the pictureShe was always there. Like some kind of pimple that just won’t go away.Soon we got into the estate and Dacre drove to the parking lot and parked as he got out. He came around and opened my door without a word. “Thanks.” I tried to smile.He nodded slightly, didn’t look at me and walked away fast, took his cellphone from his pocket and disappeared from the corner.I stood there for a second, watching him go and wondering if I should feel relieved or . . . well, rejected. And the

Renee’s povI gasped as I could not believe my ears. Was he really asking me out to a party?“Renee,” he called again as I looked at him. “Are you in or out?” “Yes. Yes, of course. I’m in.”Dacre slightly nodded, as if the decision had already been made. “I had a dress set aside. It should be in your room. You’ll need to be ready by eight.”I nodded and slowly walked out of the room, but deep inside I was jumping like a child.The great Dacre wanted me by his side. This was awesome!I rushed to my room and saw the dress hanging by the wardrobe. With how smooth and beautiful the red dress was, I knew that this was only one of the many times that I would have a chance like this with Dacre.I needed to make it count.Carla, my maid, opened the door as I stood before the mirror with it in front of me."Oh," she said, low-whistling. " You're gonna kill tonight." "Right?" I said, grinning. "Dacre asked me out. He said I should go with him to a party.”She clapped her hands excitedly. “Tha

Kayla’s povI sat on the edge of the bed, my legs tingling under the weight of the blanket, and watched while she fluffed my pillows and took my pulse. I wasn’t really looking at her. My thoughts had been preoccupied by things I’d forced myself to forget, but now they came back.At least I was done with those exercises and I was glad it was supposed to give me back sensations to my feet. At least it was beginning to work.Soon, the door clacked open.I turned my head and there she was – the mother of the quadruplets. The mother of my so-called mates.She smiled at me as if we were old friends, as if I had any interest in her being there in the first place. I forced a smile back, but it wasn’t real. The kind that crinkles your face and sparkles in your eyes but it was very fake. I just wanted her to leave me alone. It had been a long while since I had seen her or even talked to her and it was something I actually liked. I just loved staying on my air but instead I kept having visitors

Axel’s povThe air in the hospital felt stifling. I needed a drink myself after Mother’s sermon and i needed to be somewhere else, so when I sighed and announced to my brothers that I was heading down to the bar, Kai and Lysander answered with identical scowls of agreement. “Yeah, anything to get our minds off all this madness.” Lysander ran a hand through his hair.Alaric didn’t say much, but he followed. That was Alaric’s word for okay.We left the hospital without speaking again and headed straight to one of the bars on the outer limits of the pack’s territory. It was a place we rarely went, mostly because it was filled with warriors, traders, and occasional troublemakers—hardly the sort of place princes should be seen frequenting. But that day I didn’t care.As soon as we stepped inside, waves of alcohol and stale sweat hit me full force. The room was dimly lit and packed with voices shouting over each other, drunken laughter too jarring to sound genuine, an occasional wolf growl

Axel’s povI paced the hallway of the hospital, hands balled into fists in an effort to keep myself distracted. It smelled strongly of antiseptic and herbs; a combination which only made my wolf more agitated. I freaking hated hospitals. Hated the feeling of helplessness that came with being forced to wait.Lysander, Alaric and Kai were seated on a bench not far off from where I was pacing, looking almost as impatient as I felt. Karla was behind one of those doors with a healer, going through another session of whatever therapy they were doing trying to get her back healthy and sane, while we all sat around seemingly waiting.I sighed loudly and ran a hand through my dark hair. “This is taking forever.”Lysander let out an exasperated noise and rolled his amber eyes. “It’s physical therapy, Axel, not something she can just get up and do in a day.”“I know that,” I muttered, annoyed. “I just hate sitting around doing nothing.”Kai smirked. “Then sit down instead of walking in circles l

Karla’s povAlaric immediately knew the healer was not taking any of his bullshit and clamped his mouth shut. Kai sighed. “Okay but we are just leaving our food here.”I shook my head with a smile. ‘‘I’ll eat. Just go guys.’’They hesitated, looking at each other until finally, they filed out. Axel was the last to leave and he cast me a long glance before he muttered, “So don’t get any ideas that this means you like Alaric more than me.”“Get out, Axel.” I laughed.He growled before leaning as he slammed the door behind him.With them gone, I sighed and leaned back in my pillow.The healer chuckled. "That bad?"“You have no idea.”“I don’t know about that but you do have to understand that we still need to continue with your therapy today. Oh and it’s going to be tough so I hope you are ready to handle it.”I nodded, glad that the room had become quiet at last. The healer helped me when I tried to step forward, but I couldn’t walk. My legs seemed as if they weren’t really mine. I cou

Karla’s povI lay in bed and looked at Kai, who sat on the edge of my bed with a plate of food. His calm eyes told me all I needed to know about him as he watched me with curiosity.“I can keep this here for you if you want,” he said. “You look like you need something to eat.”I didn’t know what to say to him but to give him an awkward smile. I couldn’t even say anything as I knew there would be a war soon enough when Alaric and Axel would show up.“Actually, there’s something I have to tell you,” I said as the door almost immediately reopened and before speaking even one word, two loud voices intruded.“I got here first, Alaric!” Axel’s voice rang out.“You did not! I was literally right behind you!” Alaric shot back.I sighed as they marched into the room. Each had a tray of food and both were so engrossed in their argument that neither saw Kai until they reached us.Then, both of them stopped dead. Their faces changed from annoyance to disbelief.“Kai?” Alaric said, blinking in sur

Karla’s povAxel leaned forward in his chair, his elbows on his knees as he studied me. There was something different in his sharp gaze today—less arrogance, more curiosity. I wasn’t sure what to make of that."I'll be honest." His voice was lower than usual. "I didn't like you at first."I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "No shit. You don’t need to repeat this over and over you know, we get it."“Oh I’m sorry. Did I hurt your feelings?” I could easily have taken that as a sarcastic joke but he was serious about his words. He really wanted to know if I was hurt and this was a shock to me which I shrugged about and decided to shrug.“No.” was all I could say.He smirked, but there was something softer in his expression. “But,” he continued, “I think I might be starting to like you.”I blinked at him, thrown off for a moment before letting out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Yeah, okay. Whatever you say, Axel.”I didn’t believe him for a second. These brothers were full of lies. I had already mad

Author’s povThe police quickly surrounded Daniel, cuffing him as he groaned on the floor. Blood trickled from his nose, and his face was twisted in anger and humiliation.“You’ll regret this, Xander!” Daniel spat, glaring up at his brother.Xander leaned down, his expression calm but firm. “Regret? That’s something you should feel for all the lives you’ve ruined. It’s over, Daniel.”As Daniel struggled against his restraints, the head of police stepped forward. He pulled out a list of charges and began reading them aloud.“Daniel Clarkson, you are being charged with the following: the kidnapping of Mrs. Wright, the attempted murder of Xander Clarkson, embezzlement from your family’s company, obstruction of justice, and numerous other crimes. You’ll be facing a long time in prison.”Daniel’s face contorted with rage. “None of it is true!” he shouted. “This is a setup! You’re all working against me!”“Your corrupt cop was also seen running off and right now he’s willing to testify agai

Author’s povMrs. Wright sat in the dark room, straining her ears for the movements of her captors. It had been a few hours since they taken her from her old place and brought her to this new place, hours marked by terror and solitude and confusion. But something inside had changed that night. Something told her she couldn’t be captive anymore. With newfound resolve, Mrs. Wright steeled herself and tiptoed to the door.The house was still; her captors didn’t suspect a thing when they had gone to bed earlier. Mrs. Wright cautiously unlocked the door, afraid of its creaking as she turned the knob to let herself out into the night air that was cool and freeing.She was done hiding. This time, she was going to save herself.The road stretched before her was infinite in the dark. She knew that with each step she took away from her prison it was another opportunity to get to her son and get out a solution. Her heart was beating both in fear and anticipation of the worst. She ran through t

Daniel’s povI stormed out of his office, hot blood rushed through my veins. How dare he? Who the hell does this man think he is? Some kind of a superhero coming to ‘save’ the company. He was going too far and asking too much. I got out of the company and headed for my car as I sat down there and leaned back in it. I was so angry I couldn’t hold myself back.My hands gripped tightly around my steering wheel; those knuckles were all white as if they were screaming ‘help!’ in some invisible way. In anger, I punched my steering wheel a couple of times before leaning back in my seat.I then turned the ignition and drove directly to the warehouse where I had everything under control—my men, my operations, and my future. It was a sanctuary of sorts for me, a place where I could reorganize my thoughts and plans without any distractions or disturbances. A couple of my men were already there when I arrived.They all stood up as soon as they saw me enter, feeling the unrest radiating off me. “

Audrey’s povI clearly remembered the drive to the cabin that morning. I’d driven so slowly, looking in the rearview mirror every few seconds to make sure I wasn’t being followed. The streets had been practically empty, but everything had felt still and foreboding because of it. When I had gotten to the place, I had parked a few hundred meters from the cabin itself, hiding my car behind some trees before continuing on foot.The closer I got to the cabin, the more uneasy I felt. Something was very wrong. The place looked abandoned—deserted—but it wasn’t just that. It was something else; something I couldn't explain.“Mrs wright?” I asked while staying at the door and knocking. I hoped no one would bash my head in as I opened it inwards as it groaned under my hand as I gave it a push so I could step inside.The sight that met my eyes made my stomach plummet. The entire cabin was in shambles. Furniture was flipped over, papers were strewn across the floor, and a faint acrid smell wafted

Xander’s povI sat in my office, the door closed behind me as I went through the financial reports once more. My anger simmered beneath the surface. It was bad enough that the company was in such a state, but the audacity of the board to act like nothing was wrong infuriated me. My father had worked too hard to build this company, and I wasn’t about to let it crumble under their watch—or Daniel’s.Just as I was contemplating my next move, there was a sharp knock on the door. Before I could answer, one of the board members stepped in, closing the door behind him. He was an older man, someone who had been with the company for decades, yet his face now looked pale and nervous.“Mr. Xander,” he started, his voice shaking, “I need to talk to you.”I reclined back in my chair, signaling for him to continue. “What is it?” I questioned, but I already knew he didn’t come here to help me with anything but to stress me.The man hesitated, and then he leaned forward a little. “I think you should

Xander’s povI was in my company office gazing at the files lying on my table. My secretary had compiled every possible document pertaining to the financial record of the company and I was growing more angry after going through it. How was it not tallying? Who drew this large amount of money, the supporting bills and receipts were in no record?I could see lots of money being removed from the company but there was no mention of them being used for the company again. Why was this a thing?I called for my assistance as she appeared before me.“Is this all?” I asked as she nodded.“Yes, Mr. Xander. I think this is all there is available in the system…”“You think?” I interrupted her as she gulped.“It is all I could find in the system.”I leaned back in my chair and drummed my fingers on my desk. “This doesn’t make any sense… Someone has been withdrawing money at absurd rates recently, and with no record of what it’s being used for? How the hell does that work?”She didn’t answer, but sh