Novels by Rejoice

By noon, it began to rain. Soft at first, then steady — like the sky itself had grown heavy with Luna’s emotions.Luna sat by her window, knees drawn to her chest, watching the droplets trail down the glass in uneven lines. The world outside looked blurred, as if refusing to take a clear shape — much like her thoughts.Her phone buzzed again.Bryan.For the fifth time since she left him in the garden earlier that morning.She didn’t pick up.She knew he was calling for her to come down and eat, but she just couldn’t get herself to move.Each call made her chest tighten, but she couldn’t bring herself to hear his voice. Not yet. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him standing in that torture room — fury in his eyes, ready to kill anything that stood in his way.But then she also saw the way his hands had trembled when he reached for her — the way his voice cracked when he called her princess.Her mind was a battlefield between fear and love.And both were losing.The knock on her

The morning sun crept gently over the mansion, pouring soft light across the marble floors and the endless stretch of the garden. Birds sang somewhere in the distance, their voices delicate and out of place in a home that had seen too much darkness. Luna sat on the edge of the stone bench, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The garden had always been her favorite place — it was peaceful, quiet, safe. But today, even the flowers seemed to look at her differently, bending slightly under the Saturday morning breeze like they, too, were unsure of what to say. She hadn’t slept much. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw that room — the metal walls, the smell of disinfectant, the sound of her own heart racing when Bryan had walked into the torture room, his presence cold and dangerous. And Walter. The mocking laughter, the way Bryan’s face had twisted when he raised the knife… too prefect like he had done this a thousand times. She pressed a hand to her chest, trying to steady he

Bryan pushed the door to the torture room open as he stepped in, disgust twisting in his gut at the sight of Walter’s face. “Run a DNA test,” Bryan ordered. Marcus immediately stepped forward, taking a sample from Justine. While Justine sat frozen in fear, doing whatever he was told, Walter was far from quiet. “So, what will you do now that your little pet project knows you’re a monster?” Walter teased, grinning. Ignoring him completely, Bryan said flatly, “marcus, take Walter to solitary confinement and Justine to a cell until the results are out.” Marcus grabbed Walter by the arm, dragging him toward the confinement room, while Skye and Blane carried Justine — who looked like he’d already lost the will to live. When Marcus threw Walter into the confinement room, he turned to leave. Bryan, however, walked in. The room was pure white, empty except for a single thin mattress on the floor — also white. The fluorescent light above hummed softly, throwing sharp reflections against

The heavy metallic door shut behind Luna, the echo of her footsteps fading down the corridor. Bryan stood frozen, her voice still lingering in his ears — the way she screamed his name, the fear in her eyes.He had faced boardrooms, rivals, and betrayal, but nothing cut deeper than that single backward step she took from him.He pressed a hand to the wall, trying to steady his breathing. He had lost control in front of her. The one person he never wanted to see that side of him had witnessed everything.“Boss,” Marcus’s voice came from behind Bryan, breaking through the silence. He looked breathless, phone still in hand. “Thank God I caught you before you began, he began. We need to talk — it’s about the message.”Bryan straightened slowly, forcing his mind to focus. “The message?”Marcus nodded, stepping closer, lowering his voice. “The one from Walter’s private server. It's been decrypted. It’s… not what we expected.”He handed Bryan a tablet. The screen glowed faintly in the dim cor

The door to the torture room flung open as four men walked in. Two at the front were blindfolded, while the other two behind them were Skye and Blane — Bryan’s most trusted men after Marcus. Shoving the blindfolded men into the corner of the room, Skye ripped off their blindfolds. They winced at the sudden brightness, blinking as their eyes adjusted to the sterile white light of the room. Now seeing the men standing before them, one of the blindfolded men spoke up. “Who are you? Who do you work for?” Walter Blackwood asked, swallowing hard. The two men just stared back in silence, not responding to Walter’s question. “If you can’t answer me, call your boss! I’ll pay any amount he wants — money isn’t the problem!” Walter barked. Skye gave a small smirk, leaning lazily against the wall. “Do you know who I am? How dare a lowlife like you smirk while I speak? When I get out of here, let’s see if you still have that smirk on your face!” Walter spat angrily. “Dad! Dad, Dad!” Justi

: Luna had gone home since it was way past working hours. Reporters filled the entrance of the Blackwood Headquarters, eager for any insider news. She managed to successfully evade them, slipping quietly through the side gate before making her way to the mansion. After taking a warm shower and having dinner, boredom crept in. Having nothing else to do, she decided to go for a walk. The mansion was big, its beauty magnified under the night lights — carefully trimmed hedges, soft garden lamps, and the faint scent of jasmine drifting through the cool air. Luna strolled slowly, her eyes wandering across the flowers and the marble statues that stood like silent guards. Somehow she found herself, Now standing a few steps from the front of the basement door, Luna hesitated. She stared at it for a long time, her pulse quickening. Should I check it out? she thought. If the door’s locked, I’ll just pick the keys or leave. Glancing around to make sure no one was nearby, she took a d