Novels by SableInk

##Chapter 116Author's POVHappy Ending.“Honey? I'm home!” Lucian entered the bedroom, looking for his wife, but he heard no response. “Where's my wife?!” He went to the living room, summoning the maids.“We have no idea, sir,” they claimed. “What?! How could she leave the house right now, and none of you notice?!” He roared, running his finger through his hair as he dialed her number.“Hello, Darren!” He panicked as he dialed his friend's phone. “Hel—” Darren was saying, but he cut in. “Is Bella there?” He asked hurriedly. “Yes, why are you asking? What's the problem?” Darren asked worriedly.“My wife is missing! Call Harry and others. I will go look for her!” Lucian requested before ending the call and zoomed out of the mansion. And Darren, on the other end of the phone, panicked.“Jordan!” Darren called his bodyguard. “Yes, boss.” Jordan bowed slightly. “Protect my girlfriend, don't stay far away from her, and don't let her go anywhere till I get back.” He ordered, and Bella looked

##Chapter 115The KidnappedMichelle's POV.“What!” Bella yelled at me as I screamed. “I only called you here to reunite. What are you doing in my sacred home?!” I shouted at her. “Sacred? How rude!” She scoffed at me.Darren was quiet as he tried to avoid being noticed. He dressed properly and wanted to excuse us because of our nonstop argument. “Take me with you. This house is suffocating enough. Sacred mansion?” She hissed as she clung to her man.“Do you want to stay at my place then?” He asked, caressing her hair, and she nodded. “C'mon, let's go,” he said, and took off his coat for her to cover up. “Bye, Michelle!” They both waved at me as they left eagerly.“Those two are surely up to something bad!” I giggled seeing how they were so affectionate as they walked. “Lucian!” I called my husband's name as I ran towards the study room.Some months after,Lucian found out the truth behind his mother's death. Sandra {stepsister} was the real murderer, not Belinda {stepmother}. The old

##Chapter 114ReuniteBella's POVA few weeks later,Morning arrives like a gentle whisper, brushing the edges of dreams with golden fingertips. The sky, once cloaked in velvet night, blushes with the first hints of rose and amber, as if the sun is shy to rise but cannot resist. I lay lazily on the bed as I stared at the unfamiliar tall window frame.After Michelle picked me up from Darren's mansion, I stayed in their mansion and made sure I was invisible. I couldn't stop thinking of Darren despite being away from him. I want to see him. God, I ache to see him. Just to hear his voice, to feel that quiet calm he carries like a second skin. I'd give anything to press my face into his chest and let the world disappear for a while, but— I can't.Not because I don’t love him—because I do. Maybe that’s the worst part. Quite dangerous.I’m not what he needs right now. Maybe I never was. There’s a darkness in me I can’t explain, a storm that never quite passes. I’ve tried to keep it quiet, tr

##Chapter 113Lucian's POVRuined!I felt so bad in those moments; everything else faded away. The world shrinks to the space between us, the sound of her breath, and the scent of her skin. It's a raw, intimate connection, a reminder of the deep bond we share. I pull her close, and she buries her face in my chest. At that moment, all I wanted was to be her safe harbor, her comfort, her steady presence in the storm, but realizing I was the cause of her worries made me so sad.'She smiles so brightly that I barely noticed she was having such issues,' I mulled in my head as I patted her back. “You have nothing to worry about, Michelle. I will never do such a thing to you, you can rest assured. Your husband will never make you cry.” I kissed her neck, and she nodded.“Come here,” I carried her into my arms and walked towards the bed. I placed her down gently. “Babe,” I caressed her cheeks and stared into her eyes. “Huh?”“You are right about the investment, but it wasn't Darren's opinion.

##Chapter 112CheatingMichelle's POV“What's wrong? Why did he call sounding like that?” I panicked after hearing my friend's name. “What happened to Bella?” I asked Lucian, who was still trying to reach his friend.“I don't know either,” he mumbled worriedly. “Let's go to his place then; I think something bad is happening.” I said, trying to get dressed. “Calm down, Michelle; he would take care of it.” He said it with confidence even though he was worried.“No, Lucian, we should go check up on them.” “Michelle, it's raining!” he exclaimed, and I calmed down a little bit. He helped me sit down. “It's okay, I'm sure Darren will take proper care of whatever situation.” He reassured.“Why would Bella run away? Your friend is so unreliable.” I scoffed angrily. “Don't assume yet; Darren is responsible and won't do anything stupid.” Lucian defended him, which made me angry knowing that my friend wouldn't do anything unless it was reasonable.“Huh? Really? I'm sure your friend hurt her feel

##Chapter 111Breaking upBella's POV“Why did you walk inside the rain? What if you get sick?” He mumbled, drying my hair up. I didn't say a single word after going back to the mansion because I couldn't find the right word to use.I didn't want to leave him, but I didn't find him reliable. What if she later has her way in the future? What if he doesn't really love me? I couldn't stop thinking as he changed my clothes for me.I sighed heavily, thinking of what I did to Gina Adams earlier. I knew I shouldn't have done that, but I was just scared that he might give in.“Wear this; you can get changed when you go back to your room.” He mumbled, giving his shirts to change into. “Take care of yourself first; you are drenched. The stock price will be affected if you have a headache only; I don't want the whole country to come for me.”“Oh, that's caring coming from you,” he smiled, and he started taking off his clothes. “Go inside and do that,” I said, looking sideways. “This is where I ch

♦♦♦♦After some time, Eleanor stirred awake, her eyelashes fluttering weakly as she forced her tired eyes open. The room was empty… quiet in a way that felt intentional. A damp towel lay on her forehead, lukewarm now, evidence that someone had tended to her only superficially. There were no bandages, no IV drip, and no medical care of any real kind.She didn’t need a doctor present to understand why.Rumors.That was all that mattered to them.They couldn’t afford for anyone to know that their soon‑to‑be bride had been locked in a storage room and starved for two days straight. That the prestigious Lucas Hale had left his fiancée to collapse on a cold floor like a stray.“Food… I'm hungry.” She muttered in her voice… hoarse, pushing herself up slowly, her body heavy, her head pounding. She made her way toward the door, but her legs buckled beneath her. She caught the wall, struggling to stay upright. Each step felt like dragging a body twice her weight.“Is anybody there?” She cried f

♦♦♦♦Eleanor shivered as she sank to the cold floor of the dark storage room. Even though the dim light barely reached the corners, she could make out the twisted coils of cables strewn across the concrete. Her chest tightened and her heart raced, every fiber of her body on edge. The sight of the cables brought it all back...the memories she had buried, or at least tried to.Her trauma surged violently, unbidden, as if the room itself conspired against her. She was back at university, the leader of the synchronized swimming team, a position she had earned fairly, until one of her random training videos went viral. It had humiliated Vanessa, shattering the bully’s carefully constructed reputation. From that day forward, Eleanor became the target of relentless torment.Vanessa demanded that she quit the national team, that she apologize, and that she bow to her whims. Eleanor refused. Her defiance only fueled the cruelty. They tormented her everywhere…bathrooms, the cafeteria, the gym,

♦♦♦♦A week later,Eleanor spent the New Year drowning in loneliness. The world outside her window sparkled with fireworks, but inside her grandfather’s house… now cold without him…there was only silence. She clutched the edge of his old chair, the same one he always sat in while telling her stories about strength, patience, and family.Now it was empty. And so was she.She cried until her vision blurred, until the sound of her own sobs echoed back at her like a stranger’s voice. She cried for her grandfather, the only person who had ever truly loved her. She cried for Lucas… the man she thought she knew… who hadn’t reached out to her since the funeral. Not a call. Not a message. Not even a simple “Are you okay?”Nothing.His silence felt like a blade twisting deeper every second. Mourning and betrayal blended until she couldn’t tell which one hurt more. When her tears dried, when her heart felt scraped hollow, a strange numbness settled over her.Enough. She needed answers.She picke

♦♦♦♦The elevator chimed, and their voices echoed in her mind repeatedly. Two images of her fiance and gazes…that was enough to bury her name as it slipped out of their tongues. ‘Why? Twin? The Lucas I crave every night isn't the one that saved me? He approached me… how did they know Vanessa?’ Her thoughts were ruined as she couldn't get to solve them one at a time.Got to the front desk, returning the access card with trembling fingers.“Ma’am…” the receptionist began but stopped when she saw Eleanor’s broken stare.“Please… don’t tell anyone I was here.” She mumbled between breaths.Outside, thunder cracked violently. Rain poured in heavy sheets, drenching her instantly. She didn’t care.“It seems even heaven is crying for me,” she whispered as tears streamed freely down her cheeks, mixing with the rain.Remembering the familiar name from earlier again made her tremble. She thought she was free from torture, but her freedom wasn't a survival but a trap for a bigger trauma.“Revenge?

♦♦♦♦Eleanor brimmed with a radiant smile as she admired her reflection in the mirror, savoring the moment slowly. She lifted her chin slightly, watching the soft lighting spill over her skin like warm honey. The woman staring back looked enchanting… someone confident, hopeful, and ready to be loved. She wore a deep scarlet dress, seductive in every sense, crafted from satin that clung perfectly to her hourglass figure. The neckline dipped into a teasing V that showed just enough cleavage to be tempting but still elegant. Tonight, she looked like a woman ready to be adored.It was her birthday and also their four-year anniversary. December 31st… their night, the night they always celebrated together. They had made it a tradition to hold each other as the new year arrived, whispering promises of forever. The thought alone made her giggle softly. She picked up her phone to dial his number but hesitated, biting her lower lip. ‘Let him call first,’ she reasoned. ‘He’s probably preparing