Novels by Donna pen

CHAPTER 88: Her insecurities.The hum of morning activity buzzed in the company’s corridors. Chelsea stepped into the building with practiced poise, her heels clicking against the marble tiles as she adjusted her handbag over her shoulder. She had barely walked past the reception when a cluster of workers near the main hallway caught her attention.Among them was Valerie, effortlessly beautiful even in a plain black skirt and blue blouse. She clutched a stack of files against her chest, her lips curled in an amused smile as she conversed with two female staff members. Chelsea slowed her steps slightly when she heard Aria’s name drift through their conversation.“…I swear, she looked so relaxed in that house. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was the lady of the mansion,” one of the ladies whispered.Valerie gave a soft laugh. “She didn’t look like a visitor to me. Standing in front of the gate like that? I could tell she’d been inside for a while. I mean, come on… Mr. Liam is b

Chapter 87: Aria's disturbance.Aria stood outside the high iron gate, staring up at the mansion that loomed behind it like a fortress. Her fingers trembled slightly as she pulled her phone out of her bag and dialed Liam’s number. It rang for a few seconds before he picked up.“Aria?” His voice sounded confused and alarmed. “Why are you calling me?”“I’m outside your house,” she said sharply. “Tell your guards to let me in right now.”There was a beat of stunned silence. “What do you mean you’re outside my house? I never gave you my address.”“I hired a private investigator,” she replied bluntly. “So don’t act shocked.”“You’re seriously losing it,” he said, voice clipped. “I’m not letting you in.”“Oh, you will,” she said, flipping her phone’s camera and snapping a photo of herself in front of the gate. She typed out a message and sent it to Valerie. “Save this. I’ll be needing it soon.”The guards stood stiffly, ignoring her as instructed, but Aria wasn’t planning on leaving anytime

CHAPTER 86: THE AFTERMATH.Adams unlocked the front door quietly, easing it shut behind him with careful hands. His heart thumped wildly in his chest as if it feared being discovered too. The house was quiet—eerily so—but the smell of Marina’s perfume lingered faintly in the air, warning him she was close.He exhaled slowly, tiptoeing across the foyer like a thief in his own home.The last thing he wanted was to see his mother.He hadn’t spoken to her since the fallout, since Liam exposed everything. Seeing her now, after everything she did… would only push him further off the edge. He didn’t trust what might come out of his mouth—or what he might do.Instead, he headed straight for his room.As he passed the guest hallway, he caught a glimpse of Sandra in their shared bedroom through the open door. She was standing before the mirror, adjusting the clasp on her dress. A red silk gown hugged her figure perfectly. He paused, frowning.She barely acknowledged his presence.“Where are you

CHAPTER 85 – COLLISIONS AND CONSEQUENCESAdams’s head pounded.The stench of stale alcohol clung to his shirt, and his jacket was half off one shoulder. He blinked as the morning light pierced through the bar’s dusty windows, only then realizing that night had turned into day without his permission.He didn’t even remember how many glasses he’d downed. Only that the bitterness of whiskey was easier to stomach than the bitterness in his heart.His phone rang.He frowned at the caller ID—Sandra. He hesitated for a second before answering.“Where the hell are you?” her voice came sharp and concerned.Adams sat up straighter, rubbing his temples. “I’ll be home soon. Don’t tell my mother. I’m not ready to see her.”Sandra paused. “Are you okay?”He didn’t answer. He just ended the call and got up from the sticky bar stool, grabbing his keys and stumbling out into the sunlight.He slid into his car, the steering wheel feeling foreign in his hands. The engine purred to life, and he took a de

Chapter 84 – A Step Too FarAria was restless.She sat on the edge of the hotel bed, leg bouncing, phone clenched in her hand like it could somehow give her answers. The sun was already high up in the sky, bright rays filtering through the white curtains of the hotel room, but none of that registered. She had called Liam multiple times the night before, and again this morning—no response. Her texts had been read, but there were no replies.Her fingers hovered over the screen again, thumb moving toward the call button, but she yanked it away before she gave in. “Damn it,” she muttered, standing abruptly.She dialed Valerie instead.“Hey, girl,” Valerie’s voice came through sleepily.“Val, I need help,” Aria said quickly. “Liam left yesterday, and he hasn’t called me. He hasn’t texted. I have no idea where he is. Can you find him?”Valerie sighed. “Aria, I’m not in the U.S., remember? It’s not like I can just go knocking on doors.”“You don’t have to. Can’t you track his phone or someth

Chapter 83 — Unspoken Things“Don’t you dare smile like that, Reese,” Chelsea narrowed her eyes at her friend, who was practically glowing after hanging up her phone. “That was Gerald, wasn’t it?”Reese tried to hide her grin, but failed miserably. She flopped back on the couch dramatically, hugging a pillow. “You’re so nosy.”Chelsea raised a brow, then leaned forward. “It’s not being nosy when I’m your best friend and you're clearly suppressing a blush.”“I’m not blushing!”“You are definitely blushing.”Reese giggled. “Okay, maybe just a little. He said he misses me. And—” she paused, hugging the pillow tighter, “he’s coming back in two days instead of three.”Chelsea gasped, mock-offended. “Look at you, counting days now? I swear, love has made you weak.”“Jealous?”“Of course I am,” Chelsea scoffed playfully. “I’ve been stuck in romantic limbo while you get butterflies and earlier-than-expected returns.”Reese sat up straighter. “Romantic limbo, huh? You mean Liam?”Chelsea opene

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