Novels by Rewa_writes

|Penelope’s POV|“I’m not fine. I need a wedding dress. The beast wants the beauty to get tied to him in five days and move in,” I rushed out, my voice teetering on the edge of panic.“Wait, slow the frog down,” Aria replied, clearly stunned. “Richard Banks wants you to get married and move in in just five days?”“Yes! I wasn’t drunk when I said that the first time,” I huffed, pacing the room. “I don’t know what to do anymore.”“Well, then marry him,” she retorted casually.“What? Is that what you’re supposed to say?” I scoffed in disbelief, clutching a throw pillow like it might help anchor my spiralling thoughts.“Oh, Penny, let’s not act like this was never going to happen. I was even expecting you to be dragged into his house already,” she said, her voice laced with knowing amusement.“I mean, it’s been more than a month—and you kinda like him, why not?” she added with a teasing lilt.“Because he’s almost my father’s age, and let’s not forget what he does for a living!” I yelled,

|Aria’s POV|“No baby, dada is not going to live here.”“Why? Are we not a family?”“Staying in one house together doesn’t make a family. The love and relationship between us do.”“See, Aunt Penelope is family, isn’t she?”“She is.”“Do we stay together?”“No, but she stays over most of the time.”“Can daddy stay over too?”“Yes baby, someday. Daddy will stay over, but not now, okay?”“Okay.”“Mama, since we are a family… let’s go out. Let’s go to a park and have fun. Zach and Mirabel go to the park with their families.”“Baby, yes we can do that. But maybe some other time, okay? Dada is a businessman and has to go to work.”“Hmm. Actually… not really. See, your dada is so rich and doesn’t have to go to work every time. So we can go out?”“Zach? What do you say?”“Yes, dada. Yes!” he screamed.He ran over to Zoe and hugged her like his life depended on it.Am I sure Brianna didn’t switch out my kids? Zach used to be the less emotional one, and now he’s out here wearing his heart on hi

|Aria’s POV|I looked up at Ace as he closed the door behind him. My heart fluttered and heat stained my cheeks at how he was. He smirked after catching me staring and I quickly averted my gaze.He sat opposite me and stared at me. I didn't dare look up, but I was well aware that he has as staring. I cleared my throat and scratched the back of my neck uncomfortably at the deafening silence.“You wanted to talk.”“Yeah, I wanted to.” He rumbled.My thighs clenched against each other, at how deep his voice was but I snapped out of the thought. He already hurt me before, and I will be damned to let him do that again.‘But he redeemed himself, didn't he?’ a tiny voice in my head whispered.“Aria!” Ace called out, pinching my thigh lightly.“Yes!” I chirped, snapping out of my head.“I wanted to talk about us.” He admitted.“What about us? What is there to talk about.” I asked.“I am aware you broke up with him.”“You should also be aware that it means I'm not interested in any relationshi

|Penny’s POV|I could feel his gaze searing into me the moment Aria stepped out of the ward and left us alone. Heavy. Intense. Like I was being interrogated by fire. If he were a cartoon character, steam would be shooting out of his ears right now.But I didn’t care.He didn’t have the right to be angry—not when I was the one who just lost the only child I might ever carry. Not when I was the one broken.“Penny,” Richard finally said, his voice low, almost careful, “are you alright?”I didn’t even look at him. “Do you actually care, or are you just here to see if you’re marrying damaged goods?”His silence made me lift my head. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t react like someone offended. He just looked at me, calm as ever, like he was dealing with a moody child.“What if I am checking?” he said, voice colder. “Let’s not forget—you were sold to me to pay off your father’s debt. So technically, this is still business. And I’m just inspecting the product.”That was it. I sat up straighter, figh

| Aria’s POV |As I slammed the door behind me, I slid down quietly and used my palm to muffle my sobs. Earlier, I felt nothing while I was talking. But after confirming that I’m breaking up with him, I suddenly remembered all that we won’t be able to do together.The sleepovers, the late-night drives, the Italian restaurant dates.It’s not as if I can’t afford them, but how can I bear to go there alone when the only memories I have of those places are with Zion?My heart shattered into pieces as I looked at the screen. I couldn’t hear what he was saying because I had muted the mic so I wouldn’t change my mind, but I knew he was pleading for a chance to talk.But I don’t want this cycle to repeat itself—him doing something wrong and apologizing, then my being so quick to take him back because I know he loves me. Maybe the universe doesn’t want us together and has been showing signs since he got angry that the children would only call him “uncle,” not “dad.”I know that’s one of the re

| Aria’s POV |It’s been a few hours since Ace went on the live broadcast to clear my name. For the first time in days, my heart stopped beating like war drums. The constant fear of someone discovering my children? Gone. So were the crowds that once clogged my gate with cameras and judgment.And not before they all tendered a public apology.I haven’t spoken to Ace. I don’t even know what I’d say to him—or how to face him now that I no longer feel that burning anger toward him. The kids woke up earlier, and we made pancakes together—just like we used to. For a few stolen minutes, life felt normal again. Like the version I lived before Gabriella tainted it all with one damn video.The smile that tugged at my lips every few minutes told me one thing: we may not have planned it this way, but turning the tables on Gabriella was exactly the win we needed.My phone’s been blowing up. Bloggers, content creators, PR vultures—all tagging me and asking if I’m okay. Of course I am. Or at least,