Novels by Ria M

Lior’s POVI thought not picking her calls would be enough. I thought silence would shield me—that if I didn’t answer, I wouldn’t have to hear whatever she had to say or give her a glimpse into whatever truth she was inching to uncover.But I was wrong.Because now she’s here. Not just in calls or threats filtered through Dave. She’s here—flesh and blood, standing right in front of me like the storm I’d pretended wouldn’t come.And whatever it is that brought her all the way down here herself, it’s strong. Strong enough to have cracked whatever barriers I built.My face tightens, jaw locking with tension. My eyes stay on her, unmoving, as I try to piece together how the hell she’s here without me knowing. But the shock hits harder than I expect. There’s no mistaking her voice—or the way my stomach knots in her presence. The word slips out before I can stop it.“Mom?”The word feels strange in my mouth — too small for the weight it carries.Lila shifts beside me. I feel it, even before

Lila’s POVIt’s too late. The door’s already opening.My breath catches the moment my eyes lock with his—Lior. He stands there in the doorway, tall and still, the faintest shock flickering across his face, like he didn’t expect to see me here. The air between us thickens, heavy and unmoving, as if even the world itself is holding its breath.I should’ve left. The second I opened that door and saw him with Claudia, I should’ve turned around and walked away. But somehow… I didn’t. Something held me there—something I can’t explain. It wasn’t the invisible hand I imagined—it was me. I chose to stay.And just when I feel the air shift between them, the soft murmur breaking, I finally decide to close the door quietly and leave—the door swings open.He’s right in front of me.Lior’s lips part, like he wants to speak, but no words come out. His eyes—those deep, conflicted eyes—search mine with a mix of surprise, guilt, and something I can’t name.Then I catch movement. Aurelia. She’s standin

Lila’s POVI stay still, my hands gripping each other tightly at my side as Aurelia’s heels click once more, slicing through the silence. She takes a slow step forward, every movement deliberate. The scent of her perfume curls through the air — something expensive, intoxicating, and sharp enough to sting the back of my throat.Her lips curve, painted and perfect, but her eyes gleam with something darker — amusement, cruelty, a quiet kind of madness.“Hope you like my warm welcome?” she says, her tone sweet and venom-laced, like honey hiding poison.I say nothing. My voice, my body, even my breath, betray me — frozen.Aurelia tilts her head, studying my silence. A low laugh spills from her lips, soft but chilling. “Just a heads-up,” she says, voice light, almost playful. “You might want to sit tight, because there’s more coming. I’m going to drain your will to live, piece by piece, until you become nothing but a shadow of who you were — a forgotten name in mine and Lior’s story.”Her w

Lila’s POVIt’s a new day. A fresh start.The kind that feels like a soft exhale after a stormy night.I tell myself today is for forgetting. Forgetting everything that happened over the weekend, and believing—just for a second—that it’s all over. That maybe this week will be different. That maybe peace is waiting somewhere ahead.But as I walk through the glass doors of the building beside Lior, that fragile hope starts to flicker. I can feel it—the weight of eyes on me. The whisper of gazes that follow in silence. The air thickens, charged with something unspoken.It’s in the way the receptionist’s smile falters for a second before she remembers herself. The way a few employees at the far end lean closer to each other, pretending to be busy, but their eyes dart back to me like magnets. It’s subtle, but impossible to miss. Their whispers are hushed, yet they seem to echo louder in my mind, pulling at the edges of my calm.I keep walking, the sound of my shoes echoing faintly against

Aurelia’s POVI scoff the moment I step in, the sound echoing faintly against the white walls. That curl of a smile sitting on Claudia’s face makes my stomach twist in disgust. She looks far too comfortable for someone who’s supposed to be sick. I move further into the room, my heels clicking softly against the floor, my gaze locked on her.She’s sprawled across the bed like a queen pretending to be fragile. I stop beside her, fold my arms across my chest, and lean forward slightly.“I see the little games you’re playing,” I say, my voice sharp and deliberate, like a blade grazing silk.Claudia’s brows knit together instantly, her expression turning soft in an instant. She forces a faint smile as she says, “What do you mean by that, Aurelia? You should be kind enough to ask how I’m doing at least. Can’t you see I was rushed to the hospital?”Her tone drips with that same sugary pretense she wears when she’s trying to appear harmless. It’s almost laughable.I scoff again, snapping my h

Claudia’s POVHer voice rings low and deep through the room.“I did exactly what you asked me to.”A chill of satisfaction runs through me, slow and delicious, spreading from the base of my spine up to my chest. I lift my head, meeting the steady gaze of Dr. Isla Davenport — the only person who’s truly known me for years. She’s not just my doctor; she’s my oldest friend, the one who has seen me through every secret, every lie, every carefully laid plan long before I ever stepped into Liam’s world.For a second, a memory flashes — the plan we made back then. How we worked together to make sure Lila lost her baby, to make it look like it was Liam’s choice. We wanted her to hate him enough to leave. And it almost worked… until Liam complicated everything by canceling the divorce, forcing me to play this game all over again.I sigh softly at the thought, the weight of it pressing down my chest.“Do you think you got him convinced enough this time?” I ask, my tone low, curious, maybe a bit

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