Novels by Lovis.L

The first week of being locked in, I tried every damn way I could think of to get out of the house. But the security was airtight. Even the house staff had been swapped out for a whole new batch. The butler who’d been with me for years? Fired—thanks to my mother.I was pissed. I trashed stuff. Let all my rage fly.But no matter what I did, the staff and the guards were like robots—zero response, just cleaned up the mess expressionless, like nothing happened. Every time I woke up, the house looked exactly the same. Like nothing had ever been broken.I hated it. It felt like being dragged back to the days when I was powerless under her control. I’d worked so hard for years to get out from under her thumb. And now? She "politely removed" me from the CEO position, andI was right back where I started.The frustration and anxiety were constant. I tried not to think about how I’d lost everything in just a few short months—everything I thought was mine. My wife who used to love me, the baby w

I couldn’t bear seeing her like that. My heart was breaking. I didn’t want to give up. I begged her, "Then tell me. Tell me what to do. Anything. Just… anything to make this right."Her brow eased slightly, and she said, "Then bring that woman here,"I froze. What was she planning? Honestly, I didn’t want more drama. If Amelia had done all those horrible things, she should be handed straight to the police. But I could tell Emily was burning with rage—and if this helped her vent, even just a little, I’d do it. I promised her I’d bring Amelia to her within the day.Once outside, I called Leo over. "That update you mentioned about Amelia—what was it? Do you know where she is?"Leo blinked, then said, "Yes. Miss Amelia called, told us to send someone to pick her up. She called from a tiny store down south."He paused. "She also said she hasn’t eaten a proper meal in two days… told us to let you know. Said you’d know what to do."I scoffed. She actually thinks I’d pretend nothing ever happ

She panicked—said she didn’t want my money, just the studio. Said it was her life’s work, her passion. Then she tried to play the feelings card, told me how obvious her love for me was, and that there’s no way I hadn’t felt it.When I told her to shut it, she dropped a fucking bomb—said she was pregnant with my child.My first instinct? I laughed it off. No way. But then… my eyes couldn’t stop flicking back to the report in her hand. She’s… actually pregnant?My brain went to war with itself. Logically, I knew the odds of that kid being mine were low. Unless she did something insane—what, stole my sperm somehow? My mind started spiraling through the most far-fetched, messed-up possibilities.Right then, my mother, Sadie, barged in. As if things weren’t chaotic enough already. I glared—who the hell let her in?And just like that, she went off—on both me and Amelia. I wasn’t even thinking about the paternity issue anymore. All I could focus on was how pale Amelia suddenly looked, how sh

I was in the worst mood imaginable. For the first time, I realized all the power and money I had didn’t do jack when it really mattered.My head was splitting from the stress, and there was some noise outside the door. I snapped, “Who’s outside?”A glamorous face peeked through the door gap—Amelia. The second she saw my dark expression, that smile on her face faded fast.I wasn’t in the mood to talk to her, but then I remembered what Frank told me—Amelia’s ex had shown up in town and started harassing her.Screw it. I gave her a silent nod to come in.She looked miserable, stumbling over her words as she told me she came home last night and found signs someone had broken in. She was freaking out—thought it might be Noah.My jaw clenched. That bastard Noah—gutsy as hell. His family’s got a known fashion house name, and he’s out here using connections to play these shady games?She said she had no proof, so she didn’t dare report it. Honestly, she was probably scared making a fuss would

That damn Theo. Just 'cause he’s standing next to Emily, he suddenly thinks he’s got the right to tell me what to do? He had the audacity to warn me—said if I really cared about her, I should back off.Bullshit. Emily and I were finally talking, really talking, and he had to stick his nose in. Obviously, he doesn’t wanna see us patch things up. He's got his own agenda.I clenched my jaw, veins pulsing in my forehead, holding back my rage, “I just want to talk to Emily. I’ve got zero interest in what anyone else has to say.”Emily stayed silent, just let that guy run his mouth—calling me irresponsible, saying I couldn’t even handle my ex properly, and that I should be ashamed of myself.Emily, fine—she can say that. But him? Who the hell is he? And the way she just stood there, not saying a word to stop him—I lost it.I stared at her. “Did you ever believe me, even once? ”She brought up Amelia again—said we were too close, said I was still lying to myself, letting Amelia stir shit in

The moment I learned the truth, it felt like something cracked open in my lead-heavy brain—shattering all that weight into pieces.Relief rushed in, wiping out everything else. We have a kid. Our kid. Sixteen weeks old, growing inside Emily.What the hell was I doing all this time? I felt sick with guilt. She dropped hints—twice—and I didn’t take them seriously. She must’ve been devastated, especially during pregnancy, when emotions run wild. And I, her husband, gave her nothing. No comfort, no support.So yesterday when she purposely didn’t tell me the baby was mine, I get it. She has every right to be mad. If she still feels anything enough to be pissed at me… that means she still cares.And if there’s even a little chance she does, I’ll give her everything I’ve got. Whatever punishment she thinks I deserve—I’ll take it.Thank God I found out before our divorce hearing. I still have a chance to make this right.I rushed over to her office building. This time, I didn’t go in—I just w

Two days later, Violet officially reported to Edward’s studio in Tribeca.The front area doubled as a reception and display space, with a large glass cabinet showcasing Edward’s watches and restored pieces. Behind that, separated by the glass, was the main workshop.The receptionist led Violet through.Four big workbenches were arranged in two rows, close enough that people could talk without raising their voices. Aside from Edward, there were four others in the room, each bent over their own projects. Precision tools, magnifying lamps, and trays of tiny screws covered every table.The air smelled faintly of metal and oil—an odd mix that Violet, strangely, found comforting. She inhaled a little deeper. Some people just liked smells others couldn’t stand.“Mr. Hale, Miss Violet’s here,” the receptionist called out.Edward immediately looked up from a pile of sketches, his face lighting up. “AH, perfect timing—welcome! Come, let me introduce you.”He gave her a quick tour around the wor

The car rolled into the garage. Julian stepped out, straightening his jacket. “Next time anything involving Violet happens, I want every detail.”“Got it.” Craig stayed where he was, watching Julian disappear into the elevator before letting out a quiet breath. He’d never expected Violet to keep her mouth shut about what had gone down at that hotel—and he hadn’t seen the boss this pissed in years.Upstairs, the living room lights were still on. That was Julian’s habit—he hated coming home to a pitch-black place.Mrs. Jones, the housekeeper, came over to take his coat. “Ms. Violet’s waiting in the side lounge.”Julian loosened his tie as he walked in that direction. The moment he stepped in, he froze.Violet was there, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, flipping through a magazine. She turned her head and smiled. “You’re back.”She started to get up, but he said flatly, “Stay.”He crossed the room, and as he passed behind her, his gaze snagged on the back of her neck. The high collar di

Ever since Violet had said she’d think about his offer, Edward had been visibly more animated—almost boyishly so. By the end of the event, he insisted on personally walking her downstairs.So when Jay pulled up to pick Violet up, he immediately spotted a man trailing close behind her. His posture shifted at once; he stepped in and blocked Edward’s path with quiet firmness. “Sir, please keep some distance.”Edward let out a soft laugh, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Ah—my apologies. Got a bit carried away chatting.” He stepped back half a pace, still smiling.“I’ll be waiting for your answer!” he called out to Violet.“I will,” she replied with a polite smile, giving him a small wave before getting into the car.Edward watched her leave, his expression softening. “They really don’t let her out of their sight, do they…” he murmured under his breath, running a frustrated hand through his hair.In the car, Violet replayed their conversation over and over in her mind. The moment Edw

Violet sat at her vanity, tugging her collar down slightly as she studied her reflection. A faint mark peeked out from the curve of her neck—just seeing it made her cheeks flush as the memory from two nights ago flickered back.Yeah… high-neck tops only, for the next few days.“Ma’am,” the housekeeper’s voice came from outside the door, “Jay’s arrived. He says the car’s ready whenever you are.”“I’ll be down in a minute,” Violet replied.She clasped the necklace she’d picked earlier—a soft pink natural pearl that sat perfectly against her cream blouse. Elegant, refined, but not flashy. After all, she was attending the pocket-watch collectors’ exchange from Julian’s side. Showing up underdressed wasn’t an option.Her eyes drifted to the ring resting on the table. After a pause, she decided to leave it behind.Once her heels were buckled, she headed downstairs.The event was being held in a private club on the Upper East Side, tucked away on the third floor of a sleek, industrial-style

Julian eventually agreed to Violet’s request and dropped the theft charges against Benny and Polly. Still, since they’d technically violated public order, it fined them two thousand dollars each.After spending two nights in a holding cell, they walked out of the station grumbling.“Unbelievable. They don’t understand a damn thing,” Benny barked. “We told them we knew the ring’s owner, and they still arrested us. Bunch of psychos—police these days really have nothing better to do.”“Shh, keep your voice down,” Polly hissed, tugging on his arm. “We’re not even that far from the door. You wanna get locked up again for mouthing off?”Benny hesitated, then turned back toward the building and flipped the station a middle finger.A few blocks later, Polly spoke up, still shaken. “Where the hell did Violet find people like that? Those lawyers—and two assistants, both in tailored suits. They didn’t look cheap, Benny. I think we really messed with someone we shouldn’t have.”He scoffed. “ It’s

“JESUS CHRIST—idiots. Surrounded by fucking idiots!” Marcus slammed a hand on his desk, still seething.He refused to believe that Julian—of all people—had suddenly turned into some faithful, reformed man. The guy had spent more than a decade playing around, and now he was supposed to have found moral clarity just because he got married? Please.Marcus didn’t care about the marriage itself. What he cared about was stopping Julian from hitting the one-year mark—because that would trigger the family trust clause, and Julian would get his share of the company stock.That was what Marcus couldn’t stomach.I was the one who put in the work, who lived and breathed this company. And yet, it was Julian who’d get rewarded? It was bullshit.As Marcus sat fuming, his secretary knocked. “Sir, Miss Allison Winthrop is here. She says she needs to speak with you.”Allison? That made him pause. They hadn’t seen each other in a month—not since that dinner at his place that ended with a massive fight.

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