Novels by Lovis.L

Amelia shoved her way through the crowd and darted into a backstage room without even glancing at the sign on the door—anywhere to get away from those damn reporters.Slamming the door shut behind her, she immediately yanked out her phone and dialed, her fingers shaking. Every second the dial tone rang, her heart clenched tighter. Her footsteps echoed frantically against the floor—click, click, click—as she paced like a trapped animal.Click. The call connected."YOU IDIOT!" she exploded before the other person could even speak. "Do you have any idea what you've done to me?!"As the voice on the other end tried to defend itself, her brow furrowed deeper, her face flushed with rage. She had a dozen curses loaded and ready to fire, but they caught in her throat, tangled with fury.She threw her head back and groaned in frustration. "YOU told me that design was clean. You swore it came from an unknown designer and that it was safe to use. Do you even know what just happened?! That design

"Friends from the design world, guests, and members of the press—thank you all for attending today’s exhibition, hosted by the International Fashion Association. As the special guest judge for this event, I’d like to start by offering a sincere apology for the unexpected situation that just unfolded."Noah spoke calmly into the mic, his voice steady and deliberate. After the opening line, the whole room waited to hear what judgment he would pass down in this whirlwind of a scandal.But his next words caught everyone off guard."There’s something I feel obligated to clarify regarding one of the contestants." He glanced at Amelia, who stood on his right."Ms. Amelia Calderi is… my former spouse. Although we are now divorce

The crowd erupted in a wave of gasps.“Wait—seriously?!”Amelia’s face flushed deep red. “You don’t even get it. Don’t talk nonsense like you know what my design means!”But Emily stayed calm, eyes steady. She pointed right at the projected design on the screen. “When people think of Provence, they usually picture those iconic, gorgeous lavender fields. But to me, the word echo was far more important.”The room quieted. Everyone leaned in, hangi

That voice rang out clear and firm from the crowd.At first, no one could tell where it came from—people were just looking around. Then, slowly, a woman began walking up to the stage.Amelia narrowed her eyes. Emily? What the hell is she doing?The reporters had no clue what was happening either—no heads-up, no announcement. But they smelled drama, so cameras quickly turned to the woman making her way to the stage.Even the MC looked confused. Since no one was stopping her, he tried to keep the moment from getting awkward. “Oh? Maybe she’s a friend of the winner—just a little too excited and wants to share the moment?”But

"Probably just wanted to show up for the selfie moment—first time at a BIG event like this," one of the girls sneered. "Just ‘cause you're sitting here doesn’t mean you’re famous. And it sure as hell doesn’t mean you’re gonna WIN anything."Their sharp laughter pierced through the air, names unsaid but their meaning painfully clear. They didn’t have to say "Emily"—they might as well have. Though their voices faded as they moved away, what they said lingered and drew curious glances from nearby attendees.“Who were they talking about?” someone whispered.“I think that girl up front, sitting by herself.”“I don’t know who she is, but wow—she’s got such presence.”Admiration or ridicule, it didn’t matter—the spotlight, for better or worse, had passed briefly over Emily. From a distance, her figure remained upright and composed, her focus never leaving the stage.The ambient music faded as the MC walked onstage under the lights. He opened with a welcome speech introducing the background,

A week after the competition deadline, the public exhibition hosted by the International Fashion Association finally opened. As soon as Emily stepped into the art hall, a faint woody scent greeted her, blending perfectly with the warm, earthy tones of the decor.After passing the security checkpoint, the first thing she saw was a large projection screen suspended overhead, cycling through the top ten shortlisted entries. The designers' names were all hidden—only entry numbers were shown. Visitors could cast a vote for their favorite, and the audience vote would count for 20% of the final score.Emily paused, her eyes fixed on the screen. She stood still for a few seconds until her own design appeared among the entries—her eyes lit up. She’d made the shortlist!Excited, she pulled out her phone to text her friend with the news. “Where are you?” she asked. Her friend replied, “Stuck in traffic—will be there soon.” So Emily decided to look around in the meantime.The venue was already bu

Lena’s dress was made of pure white satin, its smooth fabric reflecting a delicate sheen under the lights, exuding an aura of elegance and sophistication.The minimalist design featured thin straps and a square neckline, perfectly outlining the graceful curve of her shoulders and collarbones.The highlight of the dress was the double thigh-high slits on both sides, adorned with delicate pearl and metal buttons. Paired with a shimmering silver ankle-tie stiletto, the entire look was effortlessly stunning.This time, Elise didn’t overload her with extravagant jewelry, said that simplicity and elegance suited the occasion best.Elise dragged Lena to a commercial high-rise that looked strikingly similar to the one they had visited months ago. Lena frowned in confusion. "Are you sure he’s here?"The "he" she referred to was Elise’s boyfriend—the owner of the nightclub they had gone to last time."Yes," Elise pointed upward. "One of his bars is on the top floor."Lena was taken aback. If he

A month and a half later, Alaric’s injuries had completely healed.Just in time for Lena’s court case against her adoptive parents. He was by her side through it all.The trial officially began in mid-January. When Lena once again faced her family in court, she felt none of the past longing or hesitation—only a detached sense of calm.Her brother wore his usual arrogant expression, looking down on her even from the defendant’s seat, his gaze filled with disdain. Her father’s face was unreadable.As for her mother… she looked far more haggard than before. The once-radiant woman was nowhere to be seen. When their eyes met, Lena thought she caught a flicker of guilt, perhaps even regret.

Lena stayed at Alaric’s home for a few days, spending a surprisingly pleasant Christmas and New Year with his family.Since Alaric was still recovering from his injuries and couldn’t go out much, they welcomed the last night of the year in his garden—counting down to midnight while setting off fireworks.The garden was adorned with golden string lights wrapped around the trees, gently swaying in the night breeze. The twinkling lights resembled scattered stars, casting a warm glow over the flower beds, where vibrant hellebores were still in full bloom, bringing life to the winter night.As the countdown on the television echoed through the air, Lena clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and silently made a New Year’s wish.She ho

Twelve hours on a plane had taken them from the sweltering heat back to a city blanketed in snow.Alaric had already received a reply from his grandmother, Isla, telling them to head straight to the house."Your house? Won't your mom not want to see me?" Lena asked, skeptical.Alaric shrugged. "No idea. Whatever method Grandma used to convince her, it worked."After landing, the family driver picked them up."But if you don’t feel comfortable going, I can ask the driver to bring Grandma out instead. I booked a restaurant before, and I haven’t canceled it yet.""

On Christmas Eve night, this country, surrounded by the sea, welcomed the festive cheer. The sound of church bells and street carols intertwined as the moist evening breeze drifted in.Before the shops closed, Lena stepped out to buy some essentials nearby. Alaric said he’d take care of dinner, so she didn’t have to worry.But while passing a charming boutique, she decided to get into the holiday spirit and bought some gingerbread along with two treats—a pair of Christmas Santas made from strawberries.Clutching her treats, she headed back to the hospital. Remembering the call with Elise and the report that had just come out, she asked Alaric as she entered his room, "You must be happy now, right?"She didn’t notice the dimmed lights inside.

"Whoa! Lena, you’re crazy—this is true love!" Elise didn’t care that she was in the middle of a date on Christmas Eve; as soon as she saw the trending news, she immediately made an international call to Lena."The whole world knows now—you and Alaric are officially the ‘golden couple’!"Her tone was so exaggerated, as if she had never heard of this before.In reality, when Lena was waiting to board her flight to Singapore, she had a feeling that she might be spotted by reporters. So, to be ahead of the news, she had proactively told Elise that she and Alaric were officially together.Elise had always suspected that there was something going on between them, so back then, her reac