Novels by Writer B

Daniel Pov.She scoffed in my face. That little sound cut deeper than any word she could’ve thrown. Her arms tightened around Peter, dragging him closer to her chest like I was some kind of threat. My own son. My blood. Yet the way she held him, it was like he belonged only to her.And without another word, she turned and walked away. Straight into the toilet. The door slammed, and I heard the sharp click of the lock.I froze, staring at that door. My fists clenched, jaw locking tight until my teeth ached.“Annabella,” I called out, my voice deep, trying to sound controlled when really, I was shaking. “Open the door.”Nothing.I pressed my palm against the wood, leaning my forehead close. “Don’t do this. Don’t hide from me. We need to talk.”Still silence.Something inside me cracked. I slammed my fist into the door, once, twice. The sound echoed through the hallway, vibrating through my bones.“Open the damn door, Annabella!” I shouted, each word raw.I kept hitting it, knuckles stin

Daniel’s Pov.The knock at my office door was soft, almost hesitant, but it still made my jaw clench. I had told them I didn’t want to be disturbed. The day had just started, my thoughts heavier than the glass of whiskey sitting untouched in front of me. Yet something in that knock carried urgency, and I knew before the door even opened that I wouldn’t like what I was about to hear.“Sir,” my guard stepped inside, eyes downcast. “Your wife… she was at the mansion.”For a moment, my mind went blank. The words didn’t make sense, couldn’t make sense. I had to replay them in my head before they settled like shards of glass in my chest. My wife. Mia. At Annabella’s.The glass slipped from my hand, shattering on the rug. Amber liquid bled into the fibers, but I didn’t care. My pulse roared in my ears as I surged to my feet. “What did you just say?”He flinched but repeated it. “She was there.”Mia at the mansion. The word hit me harder than a blow. My chest tightened, a burn clawing up my t

Mia’s POV.I stared at her, and for a moment I couldn’t breathe. The words tumbled out before I even realized what I was saying.“You own it all. You’ve always owned everything.”It came out sharp, like glass splintering. My throat tightened, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. Something in me had snapped the moment she walked into the mansion, the moment she turned those eyes on me, eyes that used to be mine to look down on, eyes that had once been filled with hesitation and shyness, now steady, calm, cold.Her face didn’t flinch the way I expected. Instead, her brow furrowed, and she tilted her head slightly, confusion flickering across her pale features.“Own what?” she asked softly. Her voice was fragile but not weak. There was something in it , something steady that made my chest burn.I laughed, but it wasn’t real laughter. It was bitter, choked, hollow.“What do you have that I don’t have?” I hissed. “That’s it, isn’t it? You don’t even know. You don’t even realize it because y

Mia’s POV.I hadn’t seen her in years.Not since that noght at the gala with Mr John McQueen.The night everything I thought I wanted became tainted with her name, her face, her shadow. The night I felt her eyes burn into me at Soundgood, when Daniel’s hand was still warm on my waist, when the air was thick with betrayal and shame.Annabella.Even thinking it now, my chest tightens, as though my body remembers what my mind has tried to bury. She had stood there, beautiful even then, though her expression was carved in shock and devastation, and she had turned away with a silence so sharp it left me bleeding long after she disappeared. She never yelled, never demanded, never gave me the satisfaction of a scene. She just walked away. Walked away from Daniel. From the wedding. From me.And I thought, stupidly, that I had won.Years have passed since then. I am the wife. I am the one who shares his home. His name. His bed. But every night, every hour, every breath of Daniel’s silence remi

Anabella’s Pov.I hadn’t seen Daniel since that night.The echo of his hand across my cheek still lingered, the sting long faded but the humiliation carved so deep into me that I carried it with every breath. In all the years I had known him, through the betrayal, through the ruin of promises, through the endless storms, he had never raised his hand against me until then. He had hurt me in a thousand different ways, yes, but never like that. That slap was the final crack in whatever illusion I had left of the boy I once thought I would marry.And then, he disappeared.Days stretched like shadows, heavy and unrelenting. No footsteps in the hall, no sound of doors opening, no deep voice curling through the silence. Only reminders of him. Flowers delivered each morning, enormous arrangements that made the rooms feel more like tombs. Their perfume saturated the air until it felt like I was breathing rot. Among the roses, lilies, and orchids, one small card had arrived, scrawled with his h

John’s Pov.It has been three weeks since the scandal.Three weeks since the flashing cameras blinded me, since headlines screamed my name like I was already convicted. Three weeks of iron bars and the stink of rust pressing into my lungs. Three weeks of watching my life turned into a circus.I thought I was ready for enemies. Power teaches you that. When you build an empire, you accept that vultures will circle. But this wasn’t a competitor challenging me in the boardroom. This was something darker, personal, and sharp enough to cut through everything I had built.My lawyer comes every morning. He lays out papers, motions, legal arguments. He talks, but I barely hear him. His words don’t matter. They always end the same. Another delay. Another denial. Another scandal dragged from the shadows. Pictures I’ve never seen. Bank records I’ve never signed. Lies piling up so high that the truth can’t even breathe.And behind it all, I see one face. Daniel.I close my eyes, press my palms aga

 (Artemis’ POV) I knew something was wrong the moment I tried to stand. Pain. Sharp, deep, and all-consuming. For weeks, I had ignored the discomfort, brushing off Aiden’s concerns, assuring everyone that I was fine. I had always been strong—had survived things that should’ve killed me. But this? This was different. I braced myself against the vanity, sucking in a sharp breath. Aiden was already watching me from across the room, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable—but I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his hands flexed, ready to catch me if I fell. "You should rest today," he said, stepping toward me. I rolled my eyes. "I’ve rested enough." "Artemis." His voice was firm, a warning. I turned, meeting his gaze, ready to argue—when the pain struck again. It was like my bod

(Artemis’ POV)Pregnancy wasn’t supposed to feel like this.I had expected discomfort, sure. I had expected my body to change. But this… this was something else entirely.The exhaustion was unbearable.At first, I thought it was just the lingering effects of our honeymoon—late nights in Paris, stolen kisses in hidden alleyways, and mornings wrapped in silk sheets with Aiden refusing to let me leave the bed. But then the nausea started, and I knew something was wrong.I tried to push through it, keeping up with my work, but even Naomi noticed."Boss, you look like you’re about to pass out," she said, frowning as she set down a stack of files. "You should rest.""I'm fine," I muttered, waving her off, but the moment I stood, the room spun.I barely heard Naomi calling my name before strong arms caught me."Artemis."Aiden.His voice was tight, controlled—but his grip was anything but. He held me as if I’d shatter, his eyes scanning me for injuries."You’re not fine," he said. "We’re goi

I woke up sore.A deep, aching soreness that was both a reminder and a warning. Last night had been… intense. More than I expected. More than I could have imagined. My body felt like it had been claimed, worshipped, and thoroughly ruined, all at once.Aiden wasn’t in bed, but the warmth on his side hadn’t faded yet. I blinked up at the ceiling, barely able to move, and then I smelled it—coffee. The scent curled into the room, rich and inviting, followed by the quiet creak of the bedroom door."You're awake."I turned my head and found Aiden standing in the doorway, carrying a tray.My stomach flipped. He was shirtless, his sweatpants hanging dangerously low, his hair slightly tousled from sleep. But it was the look in his eyes—the satisfaction, the possessiveness—that made my breath catch.He set the tray down beside me. A glass of water. Coffee. Toast. Painkillers."I figured you'd need this."I huffed out a laugh. "You think?"Aiden smirked but didn’t argue. Instead, he sat on the e

Artemis' POVParis.The city of love, of whispered promises, of things that felt like forever. It wasn’t the first time we had been here. The last time had been chaos—high-stakes deals, power plays, and the weight of a contract binding us together. But this time? This time was different.The garden where we stood was secluded, hidden away from the noise of the world. White roses lined the aisle, their scent mixing with the crisp autumn air. The Eiffel Tower loomed in the distance, its lights just beginning to flicker against the darkening sky.Aiden stood at the altar, watching me.No guards. No enemies. No ulterior motives.Just him. Just me. Just us.My dress was simpler than the first one I had worn. No heavy jewels, no extravagant embellishments—just clean, elegant lines that moved with me as I walked. But Aiden? Aiden still wore black, sharp and commanding, his presence impossible to ignore.As I reached him, he took my hands in his, his grip steady, grounding.“We’ve done this b

Aiden’s POVI wasn’t used to an empty house.The penthouse was quiet, the kind of silence that made me restless. Artemis had left early, slipping out before dawn, her scent lingering in the sheets beside me. She had a fitting today—something about finalizing designs before her next trip. I hadn’t asked for details, but I knew she was busy.I ran a hand down my face, exhaling.She was everywhere, even when she wasn’t here.The coffee machine was still warm, the cup she’d set aside for me untouched. A plate covered with foil sat on the kitchen counter—breakfast she’d made before she left, knowing I probably wouldn’t eat if she didn’t.In the closet, one of my suits was laid out, ironed, with a note tucked into the sleeve: Wear this one. You look good in navy.She did things like that. Little things. Thoughtful things.For someone who had grown up fighting for every scrap of control, she gave so freely—to me, to the people she cared about.And I—I hadn’t given her nearly enough.I leane

Aiden’s POVFor the first time in my life, there were no contracts. No lies. Just her.But peace was an unfamiliar thing.I still woke up before dawn, instinctively reaching for the gun that wasn’t under my pillow anymore. My body was trained to react before my mind even processed that there was no longer a war to fight. My enemies were either dead, exiled, or too afraid to make a move.Yet, I found myself restless.The empire was still mine. The city still ran on quiet threats and well-placed alliances. But Artemis had planted a dangerous thought in my head—what if I ruled differently? What if I built something that wasn’t always on the verge of burning to the ground?She was asleep beside me, her breathing steady, her body curled toward me like she belonged there. And she did.I ran a hand down my face and exhaled.I couldn’t just sit still. That had never been my nature.So, I got up.---The sun had barely risen when I walked into the warehouse where my men were gathered. Conversa