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

Lydia’s eyes lit up. He’d finally come.Julian had just stepped out of the elevator, about ten meters away from her. She called his name, but he didn’t react at all—still focused on shrugging off his coat and handing it to the attendant, his gaze fixed anxiously ahead, as if he were so absorbed in whatever he was searching for that he hadn’t heard her.Lydia immediately hurried after him, then remembered the shadow glued to her back. She snapped sharply, “Stay right here. I need to say a few words to Julian.”“Sorry, I have to stay with you,” the bodyguard insisted.“I’m talking business!” Lydia shot back, righteous and indignant. “Do you understand what business confidentiality is?”“But—”

The biggest business gathering of the year—officially framed as a relaxed reunion—was, in reality, a prime opportunity for networking across industries. These days, any two sectors might find room for collaboration or cross-promotion, and events like this were often the only chance to catch sight of figures who rarely appeared in public, let alone exchange a few words with them.The venue itself was enormous, easily accommodating two to three hundred guests, but the standard of the cocktail reception had never been low. Celebrities did occasionally show up, though only top-tier names—people with real clout. Being able to secure an invitation was, in itself, a mark of status. In front of elite resources, a single well-timed connection might just be the ladder to the next rung up.For many, this was an opportunity so rare they could exhaust every favor they had and still never get close.The reception began admitting guests at six in the evening. Lavish gowns drifted into the hall one

By three in the afternoon, as the sunlight began drifting west, a sudden rush of hurried footsteps broke the stillness inside a hotel suite in the city. Someone ran up to a bedroom door and knocked urgently.“Boss—Violet and Josef just left their house by car. They’ve entered the highway and seem to be heading toward the airport.”Julian, who’d been lying on the bed, snapped his eyes open and sat straight up. “Come in.”His head throbbed dully. He hadn’t really slept. He’d waited outside Josef’s house all night, but Violet still refused to see him. Only the butler had come out once to tell him she was safe.It wasn’t until around eight in the morning that he finally took Craig’s advice and returned to the hotel to rest for a bit—but his heavy state of mind kept him from falling into deep sleep. He’d wake less than half an hour after closing his eyes, over and over again, drifting in and out.Later, he got up, dealt with some work, had lunch, and only then tried to sleep again.Maybe h

On a winter street in France, the sky shifted from dim to a washed-out gray. Pale light pressed close to the cloud cover and spread over the rooftops, signaling the arrival of a new day. Yet the faint warmth in the color did nothing to raise the temperature—it was still cold enough that every breath fogged white in the air. Christmas was supposed to be near, but instead there was an unmistakable sense of emptiness.Craig checked the time, then glanced at the man beside him. The tall figure had dark circles under his eyes; it wasn’t just a sleepless night—this was the kind of exhaustion that came from the mind. In the biting cold, Julian hadn’t stayed in the car the whole time. He kept stepping out, leaning against the vehicle, staring toward the house in front of them. Because it sat close to the city center, it didn’t have the vast front lawns of suburban estates, but the tall iron gates were more than enough to separate the world inside from the one outside.From this distance, t

Violet had no idea how long she’d been asleep. When she opened her eyes, the lights in the room had already been dimmed to their lowest setting. Her gaze drifted toward the window—outside, the sky looked even darker than before, the trees reduced to nothing but blurred silhouettes.“Awake?” Josef’s voice came from beside her, rough and hoarse with fatigue.“Grandpa?” Violet turned her head, only then realizing he’d been keeping watch by her bed the whole time. The clock on the wall pointed to three—it was already past midnight. How long had he been sitting there?“Why haven’t you gone to sleep?” she asked, shifting her shoulders slightly. She’d been lying flat for far too long; even the softest, most expensive mattress couldn’t save her from the stiffness now settling into her body.The moment she moved, Josef pressed the button on the electric bed, adjusting it so she could sit back comfortably. Then he reached for the bedside phone, dialed, and gave a brief instruction. “Send some f

The house plunged into chaos. The doctor who had just left was urgently called back. Violet lay unconscious in Julian’s arms, her eyes shut tight, her face drained of all color—there wasn’t even a hint of pink left on her lips.Julian laid her back onto the bed as carefully as he could, his fingers locking around hers, his forehead resting against the back of her hand. His thoughts were a complete mess.Josef’s pupils shrank. He shoved Julian hard. “WHAT did you do? Why did she pass out again?”“DO you have any idea she’d only just woken up?” Josef snapped, his emotions boiling over. “I leave her alone with you for barely a moment and this is what happens?” His day had been a brutal emotional roller coaster—first Violet in danger, then fainting, then the pregnancy diagnosis, just when he thought things were finally stabilizing. And now, not long after Julian went into her room, she’d collapsed again.He regretted it deeply—letting this boy see her at all.“GET OUT. You’re not welcome