Novels by Writer B

 (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

VINCENT'S POV"There it is," he said. "The real Vincent. Not the calculated businessman. Just a thug with anger issues.""Shut up," I said."Why should I?" Daniel asked. "What are you going to do? Hit me again? Stab me? Go ahead. Show the camera what kind of person you really are. Let everyone see that you're no better than me."I grabbed him by the throat. My fingers dug into his windpipe cutting off his air. His eyes went wide and he started choking but that stubborn look never left his face."Confess," I growled. "Confess or I swear I will make your death last for days."Daniel couldn't speak with my hand around his throat but he shook his head. Even without air. Even facing death. He still refused.I let go and stepped back. He gasped and coughed trying to get air back into his lungs. Red marks were already forming on his neck where my fingers had been."You're insane," I said. "You'd rather die than tell the truth?""The truth?" Daniel wheezed. "You want the truth Vincent? Fine.

Vincent's POVI set the knife back down on the table. Daniel's eyes followed the movement with the kind of focus only fear could produce. His whole body was tense against the chains waiting for pain that hadn't come yet.But I wasn't going to start with physical torture. That would be too easy. Too quick. Daniel needed to destroy himself first before I destroyed what was left."Fidel," I said without taking my eyes off Daniel. "Bring the equipment."Fidel nodded and left the room. I could hear his footsteps echoing down the hallway. Daniel watched me with confusion mixing in with the fear on his face."What are you doing?" he asked. His voice was getting stronger as the drugs wore off but it still had a tremor in it. "What equipment?""You'll see," I said.I walked over to where Mia was sitting. She looked terrible. Her skin was gray and she was breathing too hard. The poison was still working its way through her system. I would need to get her proper medical care soon or she might ac

MIA'S POV"Try," he said. It wasn't a request.I tried to stand but my legs wouldn't hold me. I made it halfway up before collapsing back down. Farok made an annoyed sound and grabbed my arm. He hauled me out of the van without any gentleness. My feet hit the ground and I would have fallen if he wasn't holding me up."Fidel," Farok called out. "We need help with the woman."Another man appeared from somewhere deeper in the factory. He was shorter than Farok but just as muscular. He had a scar running down the left side of his face from his eye to his jaw."What's wrong with her?" Fidel asked while looking me over."Poison," Farok said. "Daniel poisoned her days ago and she's still recovering. Vincent wants her alive so we need to get her stabilized."Fidel nodded and took my other arm. Together they half carried half dragged me toward a door at the back of the factory. I tried to help by moving my feet but mostly I just stumbled along between them.Behind us I could hear the other men

MIA'S POVFarok and the other men grabbed Daniel's unconscious body before he could hit the ground. His head lolled to the side and his arms hung limp. The syringe was still sticking out of his arm until Farok pulled it free and tossed it aside."Get him in the van," Farok ordered. "Now."Two of the men in dark clothes lifted Daniel by his shoulders while a third grabbed his legs. They moved quickly carrying him across the cracked parking lot toward the waiting van. I stood there watching and feeling like I should do something but not knowing what. This was what I wanted wasn't it? Daniel being caught. Daniel finally paying for what he did to me.So why did I feel sick watching them haul his body around like he was already dead?"Move," Farok said to me while grabbing my arm. His grip was tight enough to hurt. "We need to go."He pulled me toward the van and I stumbled trying to keep up. My legs still felt weak from the poison. Every step took more energy than it should have. The men

Charles POVI moved as quietly as I could from cover to cover. Behind pallets. Behind forklifts. Behind anything that would hide me. The footsteps were getting closer. They were searching systematically. It was only a matter of time before they found me."Check the offices in back," one of them called out."What about you?""I'll keep searching here. He can't have gone far."One set of footsteps moved away toward the back of the warehouse. The other stayed close. Too close.I was maybe fifty feet from the exit door now. But there was no cover between me and it. If I ran for it he would see me for sure. If I stayed here he would eventually find me.I had no choice. I had to run.I took a deep breath. Counted to three. Then I broke from cover and sprinted for the exit."There!" a voice shouted behind me.Gunfire erupted. Bullets sparked off the concrete floor. Hit the shelves beside me. I didn't look back. Just ran as hard as I could.The exit was right there. I slammed into the door's

CHARLES'S POVThe first shot hit the ground near their feet sending up sparks from the asphalt. Both men dove behind the sedan for cover. I fired again hitting the sedan's front tire. It exploded with a loud bang and the car dropped several inches on that side."Come on," I muttered while climbing over the center console into the driver's seat. The dead driver's body was heavy and awkward. I had to shove him to the side to get past. His blood was everywhere. On the seats. On the steering wheel. On my hands.I checked the ignition. The key was still there. I turned it and the engine made a horrible grinding noise but didn't start. Smoke was still pouring from under the hood. Whatever damage the gunfire had done it was too much.More gunshots. Bullets punched through the back window spraying me with glass. I ducked down low and fired back blindly. Two shots left.I needed a new plan. The SUV was dead. I couldn't stay here. They would just walk up and shoot me through the windows. I had