Novels by Kay-D

Five years later, the estate is no longer just a retreat. It’s a sanctuary—a living, breathing testament to the resilience of love, family, and legacy. As I stand by the grand oak tree in the heart of Seraphina’s Garden, I can hear the laughter of children echoing through the estate. My daughter is among them, her golden curls bouncing with every step as she runs around with her friends, her infectious giggle carrying on the breeze.Seraphina. The little girl who was born during a storm and who now, in the light of day, flourishes as a beacon of joy and hope. She’s everything I ever dreamed of and more. Every day, she reminds me of the strength I had when I thought I had none. And every day, she teaches me that the future is always worth fighting for.I watch as Alex kneels on the grass, helping her with the butterfly she’s carefully cupping in her hands, showing her how to let it go, how to trust the world outside. His love for her is something more than I ever imagined. A father’s l

Gina's POV There’s something sacred about peace—not just the absence of chaos, but the quiet fullness of a life hard-earned. I used to wonder if I would ever know such a feeling. Now, sitting in the sun-drenched solarium with my daughter giggling in my lap and Alex stretched beside us on the chaise, I know I’ve found it.I’ve found home.And it didn’t come wrapped in the perfect package or with a roadmap. It came in storms and secrets, in compromise and conflict, in tear-streaked nights and breathtaking mornings. It came in the arms of a man I never expected to love. And in the eyes of a child who showed me how to live without fear again.That’s why I decided to write it all down.My story.Our story.At first, it started as therapy. I needed a way to untangle the knots left behind by everything that had happened—the contract marriage, Victor’s threats, the courtroom battles, Evelyn’s truth, and the secrets buried deep within the Saxton legacy. But the more I wrote, the more I realiz

Gina's POV We named her Seraphina.The moment I held her in my arms, I knew there was no other name that could ever fit. She was born from fire and softness, from struggle and grace. And as she blinked up at me with those curious hazel eyes, so much like mine yet startlingly like Alex’s, I felt my heart permanently tether to hers.“Seraphina,” I whispered against her soft cheek, brushing a kiss there. “You’re going to change everything.”****Weeks passed in a blur of midnight feedings, lullabies hummed through tired lips, and soft coos that echoed down the estate’s halls. Alex and I were exhausted, but blissfully so. Our world had narrowed to a singular, perfect focus—her.The estate, once a symbol of looming uncertainty and painful inheritance, had become our sanctuary. But I didn’t want it to be just ours. My grandfather’s name had been dragged through courtrooms and sullied by lies. I wanted something different—a legacy rooted in healing, not conflict.That’s how the idea for the

Gina's POV The nursery smelled like fresh paint and baby powder, soft sunlight streaming through the white lace curtains that fluttered slightly in the breeze. I sat on the rocking chair near the window, my hand resting over my growing belly, which had become more prominent with each passing week. I was just seven months along, and though I felt constantly tired and achy, I also felt an overwhelming sense of love swelling inside me—more than I thought was humanly possible.Alex had just left for a quick meeting with our lawyer to finalize some estate documents. Evelyn was downstairs preparing her herbal tea mix that she claimed would "bring me peace of mind and smooth sleep," and Lana was folding tiny baby clothes in the corner of the room. It was a quiet morning. Too quiet.I shifted in my seat, rubbing my belly as a sharp ache shot up my spine. I winced but brushed it off. Pregnancy was full of strange sensations—this had to be just one of them. But a few minutes later, the ache r

Gina's POV The courtroom was colder than I remembered, its marble walls echoing the low murmurs of conversation, the clicking of heels, the scratching of pens. I wasn’t physically there—I was still confined to my bed—but through the live stream set up on my bedside table, I watched everything unfold.Alex sat at the front beside our lawyer, composed and confident in his tailored navy suit. Beside him, Evelyn, dignified in a modest beige dress, clutched a worn leather folder tightly in her lap. Her hands trembled slightly, but her eyes held the strength of someone ready to face the ghosts of her past.I pulled the blanket tighter around me, my heart pounding. This was it.“Court is now in session,” the bailiff announced.I gripped the edge of my blanket. This wasn’t just about reclaiming the estate anymore. It was about reclaiming the truth—our family’s truth. It was about protecting our baby’s future from a man who had threatened everything we held dear.Victor sat across the room, a

Gina's POV The room was silent except for the steady ticking of the antique grandfather clock that stood tall near the window. I lay in bed, propped up with an array of soft pillows, my hands gently resting on my growing belly. The sun had barely risen, but I hadn’t slept. My mind buzzed with anxiety, thoughts turning in endless circles.Alex had been pacing the hallway since dawn, talking to lawyers and strategists, his voice hushed but urgent. I could feel the weight of our reality pressing down harder with each passing day. The threat Victor posed wasn’t just legal anymore—it was dangerous, personal. And with each letter from Evelyn, each scrap of evidence we uncovered, the stakes only grew.I had never imagined a world where my family’s legacy could turn into a battlefield, or where protecting my unborn child would mean playing dangerous games of deception and strategy.When Alex finally stepped into the bedroom, his face was pale but determined. His suit was pressed, his tie per

Daphne's POV The early morning sun rays casted a glow on my face, making me stir in my sleep. I was half awake, as my eyes opened slowly, my brain trying to register my environment.My head felt like it had been used as a punching bag. Groaning, I cracked open one eye, only to be blinded by a soft, golden light pouring in from the gigantic windows. Where the hell was I? Instead of the usual cold, hard bed, with clothes scattered around, I could feel soft linen bed sheets beneath my bare skin which was quite unusual.Where exactly did I wake up? I was lying with my chest facing upwards, my eyes fixed on the high, white washed ceiling, trying to recall the events of the past day.My eyes drifted to the wall clock hanging next to the bed and the time was 10:42 am. That was when it consciousness set in.Wait…what? It's past 10 am and I'm still in bed? Past 10 and I'm not at work yet? Oh my God, my boss is going to enjoy deducting my daily wages.I tried to find myself out of the bed sh

Daphne's POV Oliver took the contract and filed it in a drawer, then looked at me with those unreadable eyes. "You're coming home with me tonight. We have a party to attend.""A party?" I blinked."Celebrating your 'return from Australia.' It is assumed that you just returned today. Don't worry, the story is airtight. Just smile. And follow my lead."Before I could protest, he was already dialing a number. Moments later, we were on the road.The spa looked like something out of a luxury magazine. White marble walls, trickling water fountains, and women in crisp uniforms greeted me with soft smiles. I was ushered into a private suite where a team began to work on me like I was a statue being polished for display.My clothes were stripped off gently, and I was lowered into a warm bath infused with rose petals, essential oils, and milk. Soft hands scrubbed away dead skin, old memories, and the woman I used to be. I closed my eyes, letting the steam and oils cloud my thoughts. It was sur

Daphne's POV I sat stiffly in the luxurious chair across from him, my hands folded tightly in my lap to hide the fact they were trembling. The room was grand—too grand. The scent of leather, cologne, and something expensive I couldn’t name filled the air. It was a world I didn’t belong in.Yet somehow, I was here.Oliver sat across the desk, his expression blank and unreadable. He hadn’t stopped staring since I walked in. Not in a way that felt intrusive or lecherous—but intense. Like I was a puzzle he couldn’t figure out.“I know it’s hard to believe,” he said, his voice low and deliberate, “You’re her mirror image. It’s why I… reacted the way I did that night. I thought I was hallucinating. In case you doubt me, allow me to show you something.”I opened my mouth to respond, but what could I even say to something like that?Before I could gather my thoughts, he stood up and walked to a cabinet behind his desk. I heard the soft clink of metal as he opened a drawer, then he turned ba

Oliver's POV I woke up with a headache, the kind that drilled into my temples like a sledgehammer. My mouth tasted of stale whiskey, the room spinning in a hazy blur as I opened my eyes. I hadn’t meant to drink that much—hadn’t meant to do anything that night, really. The previous evening was a blur of frustration and longing, moments of blurred faces and voices. And then, her—whoever she was. Her scent lingered in the sheets, sweet and comforting.I looked over at the empty side of the bed.Had she left already?I sat up slowly, groaning as my muscles protested. My eyes drifted to the money I had kept on the nightstand which was no longer there. Obviously, she took all of it. I had no intentions of giving her all, but nevertheless…I had a quick bath, changed my clothes and checked out of the hotel room. I had only one place in mind to go to this morning; the hospital where my wife, Daisy lay.*****I sat in the sterile hospital room, my gaze fixed on Daisy. The steady beep of the

Daphne's POV The hallway of the luxury hotel was silent, too clean, too still—like the air was holding its breath.I followed the receptionist’s directions, my heels clicking softly against the marble floor. My heart was beating as though it wanted to break out of my ribcage.I held my small purse close, not for protection, but for comfort. Every step brought me closer to something she never imagined doing.Room 807.I raised my hand to knock, but before I could, the door creaked open from inside.Warm light spilled out, illuminating a tall figure leaning on the edge of the doorway. His tie was loose, his blazer abandoned somewhere behind him. A half-finished drink hung from his fingers.His eyes were slightly unfocused, but intense.“You’re... the girl?” he asked, voice deep and low, thick with drink.My throat went dry. I only managed a stiff nod.He stepped aside wordlessly, letting me in. The room smelled of cologne and whiskey. The lights were dimmed to a moody hue, and the curt

Daphne's POV The aroma of fresh dough and yeast clung to my skin like secondhand smoke. My back ached from standing at the mixer since dawn, and the sweat beneath my hairnet itched like hell.I reached for the next tray, the dough warm under my fingers, when my phone vibrated for the third time in the pocket of my apron.I never picked calls during work hours but this particular caller was persistent.I wiped my hands hastily on my apron as I picked up the phone.I answered the call, breath caught in my throat.“Miss Daphne?” a man’s voice asked.“Yes?”“This is Dr. Raymond from Greystone County Hospital. Your mother—Mrs. Agnes—was brought in an hour ago. She collapsed in her garden. Her condition is critical.”I gripped the wall, my mind spiraling, “I'm coming right away”The bread factory where I worked, buzzed with clanks and chatter, but to me, it was background noiseI rushed back into the factory to grab my things. I had to see my mother. Let them fire me—none of it mattered no