Novels by Queeneth Ella

⚠️ Author’s Note – Mature Content Warning ⚠️Hey, lovely readers! Just a quick heads-up — this chapter contains explicit sexual scenes that are intense and may not be suitable for all audiences. Please read with caution if you're sensitive to dark, mature themes.Also, I’ll be honest — I'm still learning how to write erotic scenes, so this might not be perfect, but I poured my effort into it and truly hope it delivers the heat and emotion you're craving. 🖤I’d LOVE to hear your thoughts — what you're loving so far, what shocked you, your theories, your faves — drop all your comments, I read every single one. Your feedback means the world to me. 💬Enjoy the chaos, the passion, and the drama.*************************************Lian’s heart stopped. What? Those words echoed in his mind, a desperate plea for clarity.The air between them thickened. Lian’s throat dried.He turned around slowly, eyes wide, pulse racing like a siren behind his ribs.Chengdidn’t move.Didn’t blink.Didn’

**********HONEYMOON SUITE**********Lian sat on the edge of the massive bed, still in that suffocating dress, the veil long gone, makeup smeared slightly under his eyes. The silence in the room was too loud. For once, there was no press, no cameras, no fake smiles. Just him and the truth he couldn’t run from.The suite looked like something out of a luxury catalog rose petals on the bed, soft golden light, champagne chilling in a bucket. But none of that shit mattered. Not when his whole life was sitting on a goddamn ticking time bomb.His fingers trembled as he undid the earrings one by one, placing them on the nightstand like he was peeling off layers of a lie.That fucking sex tape.Lian’s jaw clenched. It wasn’t even his tape. It was Mei’s. But it didn’t matter. To the world, Mei was him. And now, so was her goddamn mess. Her reckless shit. Her ego.He could still hear the gasps, the whispers, the cameras clicking like a thousand tiny knives."That slut.""Whore.""She’s been pass

THE LI ESTATE – WEDDING RECEPTIONThe reception was loud as hell.Chandeliers dripped light across the room. The press wasn’t allowed in, but somehow, rumors already spread like wildfire. Champagne flowed. Waiters walked around like robots. Waiters moved between tables with champagne trays, pretending the entire world hadn’t just seen a sex tape mid-ceremony. Money made anything look normal even trauma. Lian sat at the main table beside Cheng, still stiff in that fucking gown, fingers clenched around a glass he hadn’t touched.Fake smile on.Fake posture.Fake identity.He was tired of playing dress-up.People kept looking at him like he was some broken toy. Like they expected him to cry, run, or faint. But Lian didn’t move or had any reaction.He just stared straight ahead, dead calm.Cheng leaned closer. “You need air?”“I need everyone here to fuck off.”Cheng chuckled quietly. “Now you’re sounding like me.”Before Lian could reply, two familiar voices broke through the noise.Mr.

THE CHENG'S ESTATE — WEDDING DAY10:04 AM — LIAN’S ROOMLian sat in front of the mirror, dead quiet, watching himself in the reflection. The makeup artist had just finished fixing the last bit of concealer under his eyes, but his hands were still shaking. The weeding gown was tight around the ribs, heavy at the shoulders. Pure white. Designer. Expensive as hell."Everything alright?" the stylist asked, adjusting the veil for the third time.Lian nodded, even though nothing was alright.He kept thinking about his real name. His real self. But he couldn’t afford to think like that today. Not now. Not when he was about to marry the most dangerous man he'd ever met—and somehow, the only person who had ever made him feel safe.He glanced down at his hands. Neatly manicured. Polished. Feminine.Fake.“Breathe,” Cheng’s voice echoed in his mind from earlier that morning.“You get through this and we’re done with all the bullshit. Just me and you.”Lian blinked back the tight feeling in his c

*************************************Cheng caught Lian’s wrist gently as he passed. “Are you okay?”Lian nodded. “Yeah. I’m fine.”But his eyes were glassy. His breathing shallow.Cheng leaned in close, voice low. “Did he touch you?”“No.” Lian swallowed. “He just… offered me a check.”Cheng’s face turned to stone.“I said no,” Lian added quickly. “I told him he could go to hell.”Cheng exhaled like he hadn’t realized he was holding his breath. His hand tightened just slightly around Lian’s.“Good girl,” he said, quietly but fiercely.************************************************ THE WILSON VILLA *********"Finally back to this deadass house," Mei muttered, tossing her bag onto the couch like she owned the place.Footsteps pounded from the stairs. Mrs. Wilson appeared, her face pale with shock. "What the actual fuck, Mei? What are you doing in Spain? You’re supposed to be in Portugal!"Mei rolled her eyes. "Damn, Ma. I show up and that’s the welcome I get? You ain't even gonna as

“you're parents”. The word tasted bitter in Lian’s mouth.“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”“Would you have slept if I had?”Lian didn’t answer. He already knew the truth.Cheng stepped closer, his tone softening. “Just be yourself. They won’t bite.”Lian laughed, humorless. “That’s great, coming from a man whose father once shot someone over an undercooked steak.”Cheng smirked. “He won’t shoot you.” Cheng didn't bother to ask how he knew about what his fafher did.Lian arched a brow. “You sure?”“He wouldn't dare,” Cheng admitted, and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Lian’s ear, “but I’d take the bullet first.”The intimacy of that gesture caught Lian off guard. He looked away quickly, pretending not to feel the warmth blooming in his chest.He pretended to smooth the fabric of the robe, trying to ignore the heat climbing up his neck.“You don’t need to say things like that,” he said, his voice quieter now.Cheng tilted his head, still watching him. “I don’t say anything I don