Novels by Ria M

(Claudia)I was already furious.The entire day had been an earful at the office, hearing about Lila’s launch, her success, her company, her achievements. Everywhere I went, her name followed me like a shadow I couldn’t escape.Then her message arrives.And just like that, my blood is boiling.My eyes burn through the screen as I stare at her words.“Liam was just here with Zara.”My jaw tightens instantly.“But don’t worry, I only treated them to dinner before letting them go, even though Zara didn’t want to leave.”My grip tightens around the phone.“How dare she?” My teeth grind. “How dare she throw this in my face?”Without thinking, I grab my car keys and rush out.I’m driving fast, reckless, her last message replaying in my mind.“But you don’t have to worry… nothing happened between us.”My breathing turns heavy. My grip tightens around the steering wheel as I press harder on the gas.It doesn’t take long before I arrive at Liam’s house.I enter the code and push the door open.

(Lila)"My goodness, Lila, you almost fell!"Zara's voice cuts through the moment.I immediately step back, pulling myself away from Liam.Just then, Zara marches toward us with all the confidence in the world, her tiny hands waving dramatically. "It's all thanks to my daddy that you didn't fall!" she announces proudly. "Because my daddy is a strong man!"She grabs Liam's hand."Thank you, Daddy, for saving Lila and our cookies."A laugh ripples through the kitchen.One of the maids quickly approaches me."Are you okay, ma'am?""Yeah. I'm fine." I force a smile. "You don't have to worry."My gaze shifts.Colette stands by the refrigerator, pulling out a bottle of water.She pauses.Looks at me.Then looks at Liam.The knowing expression on her face makes me want to roll my eyes.She doesn't say a word.She doesn't need to.I already know exactly what she's thinking.I scoff quietly.Then I turn back to the oven."I'll put them in now."Opening the oven door, I slide the tray inside an

Lila’s POVMy phone suddenly vibrates in my hand.The screen lights up.Grandma Margaux.Oh shit.She's calling.For a second, I glance around before forcing a smile onto my face."I need to take this call."They nod immediately."Okay, Amara. Go ahead."With that, I excuse myself and step out of the flagship store, moving into the open space outside.The afternoon breeze brushes against my skin.I pause, looking around.Nothing.No familiar vehicle.No sign of Grandma.No sign that she's anywhere near here.Then why is she calling?A deep sigh escapes me.I quickly swipe to answer."Grandma," I say, placing a soft smile on my face."Don't tell me you're calling to apologize for not being here?""Lila, my child, did you—"Her voice suddenly crackles through the speaker.The words distort into broken fragments.Static buzzes loudly against my ear."...Li...la... can... hear... me..."The connection stutters.Each syllable sounds as though it's being shredded apart before reaching me."G

Lior’s POVA sharp knock sounds against my office door before it bursts open."Lior, we have a problem."I lift my head from the documents scattered across my desk.Dave strides in, his expression tight.My stomach immediately sinks."What problem?" My brows knit together.He doesn't answer right away.Instead, he places a tablet in front of me."The sponsors for our project velocity pulled out."My chair scrapes against the floor as I shoot to my feet."What?"The word explodes out of me."How? Why?”My pulse begins to pound."How did this happen?"Dave exhales heavily.“We’re hearing they’re in talks with RD Corporation.”The room suddenly feels smaller."RD Corporations..."The name leaves my lips in a low murmur.A dangerous one.My jaw tightens.A deep sigh leaving me as I drag a hand through my hair."Set up a meeting with them."I look directly at him."I need to speak with them."Dave's face twists with something close to sympathy."I already tried."My heart drops."But they'

Margaux’s POV“So, how did it go?”My voice is calm, measured, but there is a quiet anticipation beneath it as I look at Vivian.She nods immediately. “The launch was a success.”A small smile curves my lips.Of course it was.She hands me the iPad and I take it, my fingers steady as I swipe through the photos.One after the other.Lila standing at the center of the room.Guests admiring the designs.The displays.The crowd.Her brand.Her world.Each image pulls something warm from deep within me.“I can’t wait for when she finally chooses a brand name,” I say, smiling as Vivian nods.“So tell me,” I continue, “did all her designs make it for today’s launch?”She inches closer. “Yes. I had all the designs she made for the prestige fashion show available for today’s launch, as per your order. And here’s the report about it.”My eyes flick briefly to hers before returning to the screen. She taps lightly, pulling up another page.Analytics.Live reports.Trending feeds.“The internet h

Lila’s POV“Wow, Lila… it’s only been five days since we graduated and you already own a huge flagship to yourself?”Sofia’s voice comes out soft, breathless, filled with pure wonder.I don’t answer immediately.Because from where we’re standing… I can see everything.The upper level curves slightly around the flagship, enclosed in clear glass that overlooks the entire space below. The music drifts up to us, softer here. Muted. Like the chaos beneath us belongs to a different world.People move in and out in a steady flow. Laughter rises. Glasses clink. The soft glow of chandeliers reflects against polished floors as customers already begin picking pieces off racks.My pieces.My brand.My life.“I guess that’s what it takes to be an Armitage, is it?” Enzo adds, lifting his glass to his lips and taking a slow sip, his tone light but laced with something deeper. Something curious. Maybe even a little impressed.“The whole place screams ready, girl. I’m sure you’re going to do amazingly

And just like that, we’ve come to the end of Betrayed in Love: Redeemed by the Billionaire CEO.Honestly, I’m feeling so many emotions writing this note because saying goodbye to Amara and Rayner isn’t easy. 🥹This story has been such a journey, filled with heartbreak, betrayal, difficult choices, unexpected twists, and, ultimately, the kind of love that makes you believe in second chances.Thank you to everyone who stayed with Amara and Rayner through it all. Thank you for reading, commenting, sharing your thoughts, and giving these characters a place in your hearts. Every bit of your support has meant so much to me, and I’m truly grateful that you chose to be part of this journey.Although their story ends here, I have more stories waiting for you! ❤️If you’ve enjoyed Betrayed in Love, please check out my other book, His Tears, My Freedom (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back). I hope you’ll enjoy that story just as much as you’ve enjoyed this one!And don’t go too far, because there are more

(Amara)My lips curl into a smile as I watch them stride closer. For a moment, I catch Isha’s gaze before she shyly looks away.Then Nathan stops in front of us.“Actually, we heard the news, which is why we decided not to come empty-handed.”“But you both look empty-handed to me, Uncle.” Jordan gestures, bringing laughter to the room.“That’s because you’re not looking beyond our hands. Try looking for shopping bags.”Jordan glances at their hands, then looks up at Nathan with a puzzled expression.“Hmm?”“Come on, Nathan. Stop teasing Jordan now.” Mom cuts in, smiling. “What is it you have to give us?”“News.”“News?” Mom’s brows knit together. “What news?”Nathan turns towards her. “I know we’re all celebrating Amara waking up right now, but I thought, since we’re celebrating, why not celebrate everything together?”“Hmm.” Michael slides his hands into his pockets. “Why does it feel like…”The room falls quiet as everyone waits for him to finish.Before he can, Nathan cuts in.“You

(Rayner)I cradle our daughter in my arms, gazing down at her tiny face as I feel her warmth against me.I still can’t believe it. I’m a father. And she has chosen me to be her father.I get lost studying her delicate features. She has so many similarities to Amara, especially her eyes. They’re just as bright as hers.Just then, something stirs.I turn around immediately, and a bright smile spreads across my lips.“Amara.”I quickly move towards her bed.“Rayner…” she calls weakly.“Yes, Amara.” I lower myself into the seat beside her. “It’s me. We’re here. You made it. You made it back to us.”The words come out excitedly, and my mind flashes back to that day, three days ago.My panic outside the operating theatre. The way I kept charging at the doctors, demanding that they save her. That they do something. Anything. How they tried to calm me down until I was eventually escorted away.A soft scoff escapes me.I remember how I couldn’t relax until the doctor finally came out and told

(Amara)I walk through the park, looking everywhere for Junior as Isha and I continue calling out his name.“Junior!”My eyes sweep across the crowd, searching every corner, every little face, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.But nothing.He’s nowhere to be found.Ever since hearing Olivia’s story about her abusive husband and everything she’d endured during their marriage and divorce, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what a terrible friend I’ve been.She’s been going through all of this alone.Even during my time at the Sinclair Group as Rayner’s PA, when she was always there for me, supporting me whenever I needed someone, I never stopped to consider what she might have been going through herself. I never noticed her pain or thought to ask if she was okay.And now, just when everything is finally coming together, her son is missing.No.I can’t just stand around doing nothing.I need to do something. Anything that will help bring her son back to her.“Easy, Amara.”Isha’s

(Amara)ONE YEAR LATER“Wow, look who we have here!”Rita says, sliding into the chair opposite me.Just then, Olivia reaches the table and takes the seat beside her.“So, tell me,” Olivia begins, leaning forward with a curious smile. “Do your characters get a happy ending in this new novel of yours?”I laugh. “Why does everyone keep asking me that?”“Because we need to know!” Rita exclaims. “You can’t just leave us hanging after everything you’ve put us through with your previous stories.”“Exactly,” Olivia agrees. “We deserve some happiness after all the heartbreak.”I shake my head, laughing.Honestly, I never thought I’d be here again, talking about my writing as though it had always been a part of my life.There was a time when I stopped writing altogether. After I married Felix, I slowly lost interest in the things I once loved. I began doubting myself and wondering if I was even good enough to keep writing.But then Rayner came into my life.He encouraged me to pick up my pen a

(Selina)“Girl, where are you? I’m at the beach.”I speak into the phone, already frustrated with the whole situation.I got a call from my longtime girlfriend about a job opening here in Florida, and we were supposed to meet at this beach today. But I’ve been trying to reach her since I arrived, and for some reason, we can’t seem to communicate properly.Either I can’t hear what she’s saying, or she can’t hear what I’m saying.Now, how exactly am I supposed to find her on a beach this crowded?A deep sigh escapes me as I sweep my gaze across the beach, trying to make out familiar faces among the crowd. People are everywhere, walking along the shore, and playing in the sand. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore does little to calm my growing frustration.I look down at my phone again and begin typing a message to her as I walk.And then, suddenly, someone crashes into me.My phone slips from my hand and falls onto the sand.“Oh, shit!”I grit my teeth and bend down immedi

Hello, dearest readers.I can’t believe I’m writing this… the final note for Ex-Husband’s Regret: Revenge So Sweet.It’s hard to describe what I’m feeling right now. There’s a quiet ache in my chest, a sense of pride, love, and yes — a little sadness — because saying goodbye to these characters, to this journey, isn’t easy. Isabel, Alexander, Scarlett, Sterling, Aurora… and Roy. They’ve all become so real to me. And I know they became real to you too.From the first chapter to the very last, you’ve been here. Turning each page. Leaving your beautiful thoughts. Dropping your gems. Waiting each day to read what happens next. And I can’t say thank you enough. Your support, encouragement, reactions — they meant everything. They reminded me that stories connect hearts, even across screens.You let this story into your heart, and now that we’ve reached the end, I want you to know — I see you. I appreciate you. Deeply.This story was more than just a tale of pain, healing, and second chances.

Isabel’s POVNight has settled over the beach event center. Lanterns sway gently above us, and I flip off my damp pyjamas after a hot shower, the steam still lingering in the air. The day’s celebrations have left us all tired and warmed—so much so that each of us retreated to our rooms early, the firelight and laughter humming in the distance.Tonight, I’m dressing the bed, running my hands over the soft linen, trying to soothe the lingering ache of a long day, when I pause and wonder: Why did the kids say they wanted to sleep at Aurora’s tonight? Their behavior earlier—it all felt off. When those three get together doing odd things, it usually means they’re planning something.I scoff, turning away. I know they’ll be back soon—looking for bedtime stories. And I’ll give in. I always do.A knock interrupts my thoughts. I fold the sheet neatly and head to the door.Already?” I say with a laugh, expecting Scarlett and Sterling. “Didn’t even take that long and now you two are here—”I pul

Isabel’s POVIt’s night at the beach event center. We sit on wooden chairs under paper lanterns, the sea’s foam glowing in the moonlight. In front of us, a line of fire dancers weave vertical flames, their silhouettes flickering against the crowd. The air hums with music, laughter, and the scent of roasted nuts and salty air.They begin a slow, sweet pas de deux. Two dancers glide across the sand, their bodies close but not touching, moving in perfect harmony. The male dancer lifts his partner’s chin with his hand, guiding her through soft spins. Each step mirrors the gentle steps of first love, the small hesitations that become trust. My heart tightens.I feel a rush of memory from that day on this very beach years ago—when Alexander and I danced together under similar lantern glow, no audience, no pressure, just us.I turn sharply and catch Alexander staring at me, his eyes soft and full of shared memory. I smile at him, a quiet recognition, then return my gaze to the dancers.He le

Isabel’s POVIt’s been three weeks since Roy left.Three weeks of making new memories—of watching the kids laugh more freely, of letting Alexander in more than I’d ever planned to. Three weeks of unwinding the past, one gentle day at a time.And now, I’ve finally brought to life the girls’ outing Aria once suggested over the phone months ago. Except it’s more than just the girls now—it’s all of us. The people who’ve become family in ways blood never could. Me, Alexander, the kids… and the couples who found love amidst all our chaos.Alexander sits beside me, his shoulder lightly brushing mine as we stare out at the wide stretch of the El Matador beach. The sea dances before us, waves crashing gently like a rhythm only the heart understands. The kids are playing a messy game of catch around us, laughing as they dart past. Scarlett nearly trips over Alexander’s feet, and he makes a playful attempt to grab her.Their laughter fills the air, and for once, the noise doesn’t feel overwhelmi

Isabel’s POV“Hurry up, darlings. We can’t afford to be late,” I say, ushering Scarlett and Sterling toward the door. “We need to be at the airport before the flight takes off.”Aurora laughs breathlessly as she helps Sterling slip into his shoes, and Mom quickly adjusts Scarlett’s little jacket. The house is buzzing with movement, and I lead the way out as Alexander waits just outside, already by the car.The moment we’re all tucked in, I glance at the time again and mutter under my breath, “Oh no… we might be late to see Roy off. Are you sure we’ll make it?”Alexander glances at me, calm and certain. “Don’t worry, Isabel. We’ll make it in time.”And thankfully—we do.Just as Roy is wheeling his luggage toward the departure gate, I call out, “Roy!”He turns at the sound of his name. His brows lift in surprise before he grins, rushing toward us. The twins run to meet him, and he crouches low, pulling both into his arms with the kind of hug that speaks louder than any words could.I sm

Alexander’s POVI sit by the window of the care home, sunlight streaking through the glass and warming the table where I peel an apple. My father sits quietly beside me in his wheelchair, his eyes distant as always—but I keep talking, the way I always do.“I told Dad… Isabel finally told the kids,” I say, smiling as I slice the apple into even halves. “Scarlett and Sterling. They know I’m their real father now.”I glance at him, even though I know he doesn’t really understand me. Not since the accident. His silence is different now—disconnected. But still, I want to share this moment with him. I need to.I lift my wrist, showing him the simple colorful bracelet. “You see this? Scarlett gave it to me months ago. She said it was a friendship bracelet. I let out a quiet laugh, remembering how I’d smiled and accepted it—grateful, even though my heart was breaking.Back then, I thought I was just a stranger in their lives. A ghost watching from the sidelines while they called another man