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

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

Allison’s eyes went blank for a second. It felt like her heart had just dropped into a bottomless pit.“Dr. Jones… check again,” she said, her throat tight. “He kicked last night. There’s no way there’s no heartbeat.”Dr. Jones was the most respected OB-GYN in their hospital—and Allison’s own specialist. If anyone could be trusted right now, it was her.And Allison didn’t believe in that cold “survival of the fittest” bullshit anyway. From the moment she found out she was pregnant, she’d booked every test possible. Even after twenty weeks—when things were usually considered stable—she still came in every week for routine monitoring.This couldn’t be happening.“Sometimes the monitor just can’t pick it up right away,” Dr. Jones said gently, trying to calm her. “That doesn’t automatically mean there’s no heartbeat. It could be the baby’s position. Let’s do an ultrasound to confirm.”“Bring the ultrasound in,” the doctor told the nurse.A few minutes later, the machine was ready.The fam

“Miss, we’re here. It’s raining pretty hard—give me a sec, I’ll grab an umbrella.”The driver’s voice pulled Allison back to reality. She blinked, focus snapping back. The light drizzle from earlier had turned into heavy rain, thick drops racing down the window.The door opened. The driver was already standing there with a big black umbrella. She stepped out slowly and looked up at the apartment building in front of her.It had only been a few months, but standing downstairs at Marcus’s place again felt like stepping into another lifetime.Ever since Richard asked her to “go see Marcus,” the thought had been stuck in her head. Fine. Just a vi

Allison caught the earliest flight back to New York the next morning.She was surprisingly calm. Emily, on the other hand, still looked shaken even after they landed.“We should’ve brought a couple more managers on this trip,” Emily muttered as they walked through the terminal. “If there were more of us, Mr. Hill wouldn’t have dared pull that shit.”Allison let out a quiet sigh. “The company’s swamped because of the Medi AI project. And Mr. Beaumont doesn’t like meeting a crowd of unfamiliar faces. It made more sense for me to go alone.”She adjusted her coat. “Besides, a guy like Mr. Hill? If it wasn’t yesterday, it would’ve been some other time. He was going to try

The meeting with Sofi was held at their headquarters, and it went smoothly from start to finish. Allison didn’t feel what people meant when they described them as “traditional” and “stubborn.”Sofi was a private, family-owned company. Most of the top roles were still held by family members. But the younger generation had stepped up. This round of talks was led by them, with the older generation present for support. The balance gave Allison a sense of stability—solid, calm, unified.It was exactly the kind of family-business model she secretly admired. Strong company. Strong family. Both intact.The newly appointed CEO, Mr. Beaumont, seemed genuinely impressed.“I didn’t expect Winthrop’s future successor to be such a

The second she stepped out of the restaurant, Allison felt like her skin was crawling. She texted the materials to Emily and told her to handle all communication with Mr. Hill from now on.Most of the process could be delegated anyway. She didn’t need to see him again unless absolutely necessary. But once due diligence wrapped up and they locked in preliminary terms with the European manufacturer, she’d inevitably have to deal with him face-to-face again.She didn’t like it—but she’d handle it when it came.Two weeks later, background checks were basically done. Winthrop had tentatively secured cooperation with the French pharmaceutical company Sofi. Next came legal review, compliance, regulatory procedures—the usual grind.

The list landed on Allison’s desk fast. She picked three names and had Emily reach out.Strangely—or maybe not so strangely—they all gave the same answer. The decision-makers were “out of the country.” End of year, conference season, sure. But the timing was too clean.Allison didn’t buy it for a second. Marcus had probably made a few calls.That narrowed her options.Emily tapped one name on the list. “This one’s well connected with several European pharma manufacturers. But… his reputation’s not great.”Allison’s eyes scanned the name. Mr. Hill.It rang a bell. A few seconds later she remembered. “Was