Novels by Donna pen

Chapter 116: Meeting the past Chelsea stepped out of her office and looked around, searching for her personal assistant Lena. She walked towards the end of the hall and began to hear conversations.It was Lena's voice. And then, someone else's. She paused and placed her ear on the door so she could hear properly.“Are you sure?” She heard Lena ask. “Yes, but you need to make sure the dress is really nice. Do not make a mistake.” The person said and Chelsea sighed.She giggled to herself as she realized she was just being paranoid. She's taken her paranoid self and started to doubt Lena.She walked back to her office and dialed Liam's number but he didn't pick. She frowned and stared at the phone for a long time. “What's going on?” She muttered under her breath.Just then,her office door opened and Lena walked in. Her face was grim,no smile,no emotion. It made Chelsea wonder what kind of conversation Lena had with whoever in that office.“Are you okay?” She asked and Lena finally smi

Chapter 115: Mirror GamesChelsea stood in front of the full-length mirror, smoothing down the fabric of her fitted cream suit. The material hugged her figure perfectly, the tailored cut sharp and commanding. She tilted her head slightly, studying her reflection,not just the outfit, but the woman staring back at her.Confident. Composed. Untouchable. A small smile curved her lips.The door behind her opened quietly, and before she could turn, she felt a pair of familiar arms wrap around her waist.“You look stunning.”Liam’s voice was low, warm against her ear as he pulled her gently against him.Chelsea smiled at their reflection. “Do I?”He met her gaze through the mirror, his expression softening. “You know you do.”She leaned back into him slightly, enjoying the brief moment of calm.“I can’t wait to see what you do today,” he added. “Your company… your vision. You’re going to do wonders with that food industry.”Chelsea’s smile widened, though there was a flicker of something dee

Chapter 114: Cracks Beneath the SurfaceDinner started, but the air at the table was anything but relaxed.Chelsea sat upright, her fingers lightly gripping her fork, her posture composed even though everything inside her screamed to stand up and walk away. Across from her, Sandra wore a smile that felt too good to be friendly, while Adams leaned back in his chair, watching Chelsea with a look that was far too observant.Liam, seated beside her, remained calm, his presence steady, but Chelsea could feel the tension building around them like a storm waiting to break.“So, Chelsea,” Sandra began, swirling her wine slowly. “We didn’t really get to talk properly the other night.” Chelsea forced a polite smile. “I suppose not.”Sandra tilted her head slightly. “Tell me… what exactly do you do?”.The question hung in the air.Chelsea didn’t hesitate. “I run a company.” Sandra raised a brow, intrigued. “Oh? What kind of company?”Chelsea placed her fork down gently, meeting Sandra’s gaze with

Chapter 113: Unwanted CompanyThe morning had already stretched into a busy afternoon by the time Liam stepped out of his office, his expression was calm but focused. His secretary walked briskly beside him, tablet in hand, flipping through notes.“Sir, the board is already seated,” she informed him. “They’re waiting for your presentation before finalizing the investment structure.”Liam nodded once. “Let’s not keep them waiting then.”They reached the boardroom doors, and without hesitation, he pushed them open. Conversations died down almost instantly as all eyes turned toward him. The long polished table reflected the overhead lights, the atmosphere thick with authority and expectation.Liam walked in confidently, his presence commanding without effort. He barely spared a glance across the room,until he noticed Marina seated among the directors.For a brief second, their eyes met.Then he looked away like she didn’t exist.His secretary pulled out a chair for him, and he took his s

Chapter 112: Threads of the PastSandra stood before the mirror, removing her earrings slowly while Adams loosened his tie, his reflection staring back at him with a mix of irritation and distraction.Sandra’s lips curled slightly as she caught his gaze in the mirror. “That girl Liam brought tonight…” she began casually, “doesn’t she remind you of someone?”Adams didn’t respond immediately. He walked past her and sat at the edge of the bed, pulling off his shoes. “Remind me of who?” he asked, though his tone suggested he already knew where she was heading.Sandra turned fully toward him now, crossing her arms. “Your ex. Chelsea.”That made him pause. Just for a second.Then he scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous.”“I’m serious,” Sandra pressed, walking closer. “Same name. Similar features if you look closely. It’s just… she’s different now.”Adams let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “No. That’s impossible.”Sandra raised a brow. “Impossible?”“Yes,” he said firmly. “The Chelsea I knew? S

Chapter 111: Hunting back his past. “Why did you invite us to dinner?” Liam asked after successfully forcing down a full steak with a glass of rice wine.“I heard my step son brought a beautiful lady into town,I believe I deserve to know who she is.” Chelsea was uncomfortable,she knew exactly what Marina was playing at but what she didn't expect was that Adams would act like he didn't know her.“She introduced herself as Chelsea,what else do you wanna hear? Her qualifications? Or…”“Probably a wedding date.” Sandra chipped in, clicking her tongue. “It's very rude to keep a pretty lady waiting without wedding her.”“For some of us, marriage is the least on our achievement list,I'm sure it's at the top of yours.” The table went silent immediately, only the clicking of cutleries against the plates could be heard.“What__” Sandra was saying but Chelsea coughed. She was faking it but she didn't want Sandra to spill more than she'd already said.She turned to look at Liam before frowning

Reyna’s POVI had always imagined what my wedding would be like—soft lights, maybe flowers strung from the trees, and a gown that made me feel like I belonged to something magical. But what I never imagined was sharing it with someone else. Stephanie.And yet, as we stood side by side, dressed in white, veils lifted by the breeze and hearts full to the brim, it felt perfect.The entire pack had gathered under the vast canopy of trees, the clearing decorated with ribbons, wildflowers, and lanterns that glowed softly even in the morning light. Nature seemed to be celebrating with us. Birds chirped joyously, and the sky was the perfect shade of blue—as if the universe had decided to give us this one, flawless day.Stephanie looked radiant. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her lips curled into the softest smile. Her dress flowed like a whisper, delicate lace lining the bodice, and a sheer train trailing behind her. I caught her stealing glances at John more than once, and each time

Jake’s POVThe morning was grim and heavy with the weight of justice. Everyone was gathered in the central clearing of the pack grounds, surrounding the large wooden stake that had been set up the night before. The logs beneath it were stacked high, soaked in oil, ready to burn. The flames hadn’t been lit yet, but the tension crackling through the crowd felt just as hot. Today was the end—for Diane.Reyna stood beside me, her hand gripping my forearm tightly. She was trying to stay strong, I could feel it in the way her fingers twitched, her jaw tightened. Her hair shimmered in the sunlight, and even now, amid the blood and fire, she looked like peace.John stood across from us with Steph, their fingers interlocked. There was a strange quiet between them, not discomfort—but something deeper. A sense of finality.The silence was broken by the thunder of boots. A guard burst into the circle, panting, eyes wide with adrenaline. All heads turned toward him.“My lord!” he gasped, bowing qu

Reyna’s POVThe morning light poured into the dining room like honey—warm, slow, golden. The smell of scrambled eggs, roasted meat, and freshly baked bread drifted through the air as I sat at the long table, tucked between Stephanie and Sarah. It felt strange—almost surreal—to have this kind of peace after everything that had happened.Steph passed me a mug of tea with a wide grin on her face. “You look like someone who barely slept.”I smirked. “I could say the same about you.”Her cheeks flushed pink, and Sarah immediately caught on, laughing into her drink. “Don’t tell me our mighty warrior got swept off her feet?”Steph rolled her eyes, but the blush gave her away. “Maybe a little.”I leaned forward with raised brows. “So? What happened?”She tried to act casual but failed miserably. “John asked me to marry him.”“What?” Sarah and I shouted at the same time.Steph giggled, biting into a slice of bread. “Yes. He told me last night after… well, you know.”I gave her a playful nudge.

John’s POVThe soft light of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting warm golden hues across the room. I blinked slowly, the heaviness of sleep still lingering, but the warmth wrapped around me wasn’t just from the sun—it was from her. Stephanie. She was curled into me, her bare skin against mine, her breathing soft and rhythmic like a lullaby meant for wolves.I tightened my arm around her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. She stirred gently, letting out the softest hum before turning in my arms to face me. Her eyes fluttered open, and the moment they met mine, I felt it again—that pull. That certainty that she wasn’t just mine in body, but in soul too.“Good morning,” I whispered, brushing a lock of hair away from her face.Her lips curved into a sleepy smile. “Morning.”I didn’t wait—I leaned in and kissed her. Slow. Deep. She responded immediately, her fingers sliding into my hair, pulling me closer. One kiss turned into two. Then more. The world could wait. The cou

Stephanie’s POVMy palms were damp as I followed John into his bedroom, the soft echo of our footsteps the only sound filling the spacious room. My heart was thudding way too fast, and I couldn’t tell if it was because I was nervous about being alone with him… or something deeper.He stopped by the window, the moonlight spilling across his broad shoulders and casting a silvery glow over the room. Then he turned to me, his eyes catching mine in that intense, grounding way he always had.“How are you feeling tonight?” he asked, voice low, calm… careful.I took a breath. “I’m fine,” I said quickly, then hesitated. “But honestly, I really need to train. I’ve been off lately. My head’s been all over the place.”He chuckled, folding his arms. “That’s the price of being a warrior, Steph. You don’t get to switch your brain off, even when you should.”His smile made something flutter inside my chest, and I found myself smiling back.“Yeah, well,” I muttered, “being a warrior’s overrated someti

Reyna’s POVStephanie leaned against the doorframe, arms folded and a sly smile playing on her lips. “You won’t believe who’s rotting in the dungeon.”I raised a brow from where I was sitting on the edge of my bed. “Who?”“Diane.” She smirked. “Locked up like the traitor she is.”I blinked. My stomach did a little twist,not from fear, but from the overwhelming satisfaction that came with justice being served. “Seriously?”Steph nodded, eyes glinting. “Wanna go see her? Give her a piece of your mind?”I didn’t hesitate. “Hell yes.”We were out of the room and down the hallway in seconds, the sound of our footsteps echoing in the otherwise quiet corridor. The tension that had been clinging to my chest since everything happened seemed to ease with every step. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say to Diane, but I knew one thing for sure,I needed to see her in chains.The moment we entered the dungeon, the stench of mold and rust hit me. The air was cold and damp, but I kept walking, eyes