Novels by Mimisunshine

The morning of Brock's funeral was gray and rainy. It was like the sky itself was putting on a show. I dressed Emma in her black velvet dress. She talked about seeing Daddy one more time."Will Daddy wake up when he sees me?" she asked. She twisted in my arms as I fixed her hair ribbon."No, sweetheart. Daddy is sleeping a very deep sleep now. But he can still hear us when we say goodbye."I spent the night planning every detail. The funeral home. The flowers. The guest list. At Eternal Rest Funeral Home, I played my part perfectly. The sad widow in designer black. I accepted sympathy with graceful calm while Emma held onto my leg. Tatiana arrived in an elegant black dress. Her acting was equally perfect."He looks so peaceful," she whispered. She walked up to Brock's open casket with tears in her eyes.I had to admire her acting. If I didn't know better, I might have believed she really cared.Marcus appeared at my side. Camera equipment hung around his neck. "Bethany, I'm so sorry

THE D-DAYI dressed Emma in her favorite yellow sundress. The one with tiny daisies. It made her look like sunshine. My hands shook as I braided her hair. I knew this might be the last normal morning we shared if I failed."Mommy, why are you shaking?" Emma asked. Her green eyes studied my face in her bedroom mirror."Just excited about your field trip, sweetheart." The lie tasted bad. But I forced a smile. "Are you ready to see the butterfly garden?"She nodded. She was so excited. She talked about caterpillars and cocoons. I fought the need to lock her in this room forever. Away from Brock's plans.Downstairs, Brock sat at our kitchen table. He read financial news on his tablet. He was playing the role of good father and husband. But I noticed everything now. The way his leg bounced with nervous energy. How he kept checking his phone. The too bright smile he gave Emma when she ran to hug him goodbye."Be good for your teachers today, princess," he said. He kissed her forehead. "Dadd

Sunlight came through silk curtains I forgot I owned. It felt warm on skin that shouldn't exist. I buried myself deeper into the soft sheets. I was chasing the last moments before I woke up with all the pain.But something was wrong.The bed under me was too soft, too familiar. My bed had been a torn futon in an apartment full of roaches. Not this king sized bed I once shared with...My eyes opened fast.Cream walls. Crystal light hanging from the ceiling. The Monet picture Brock bought for our second anniversary. This was our bedroom. My bedroom. From before everything turned to ashes.I sat up fast. My heart was beating hard. My legs moved without the grinding pain that had been part of my life for two years. I threw back the blanket and stared at my legs. They looked healthy and shiny. My skin was smooth instead of covered in scars.These weren't my legs. My legs were broken, twisted, useless.I walked to the mirror. I was scared of what I would see. The face looking back made my k

I flew into empty air. Wind rushed past my face. My scream was swallowed by the night. Then impact. It was crushing. It knocked the breath out of me. Lightning went through every nerve in my body.I lay broken on the stone path. My legs twisted at angles that weren't possible. Fire burned through my spine, my ribs, everything. Each breath felt like I was drowning in broken glass.Above me, Brock's voice carried perfectly to the people gathering on the balcony. "This poor woman. She's been following our family since she went crazy. My security tried to take her out peacefully. But when she realized she was caught..." His voice broke. He sounded so sad. It was perfect acting. "She just jumped. I tried to stop her."Even while I was dying, I was amazed at how easy the lies came out."Someone call an ambulance!" a guest shouted."Already done," Brock said. "Please, everyone back inside. The Classical Wizard is about to perform."The crowd whispered with sympathy. Then they drifted away. T

The marble floor got blurry under my tears as I scrubbed. Each time I moved my hand, my scarred fingers hurt like fire. Two years ago, I would have been a guest at a wedding like this. Now I was just the cleaning lady."Bethany!" Ms. Matilda's angry voice echoed across the big room. "That marble better shine, or you're cleaning toilets next week." She smiled at me in a mean way. She was getting back at me for three years ago when I didn't give her a job at my fashion company.I kept my mouth shut and kept scrubbing. This was the only job I could get now. I was hiding from the people who wanted money from my dead husband. I had to move to a new city. The Irony wasn’t lost on me. I used to make beautiful dresses for weddings. Now I cleaned the floors at them.The wedding music got louder as guests filled the fancy ballroom. Pretty dresses swept past my bucket. The people wearing them talked about fashion week. I knew some of their faces from my old life. I quickly looked down. They coul

Alessandro was worried, and he didn’t know what he should do now. His uncle, Salvatore, had told him to calm down several times, but it wasn’t working on him. He didn't want an innocent lady dying over what she knew nothing about. Alessandro had already summoned his men, and they had split into searching all the warehouses in the area. If anything bad happened to Ruby, blood would flow in the streets, and most of it would be from the Donatello family. Alessandro had been calm for months, and he seemed to be taken for granted.“It makes no sense!” Alessandro exclaimed. “Those thugs of theirs died from trespassing. If they wanted revenge, our men should be their target. However, they dared to take Ruby and tie her down.”“Your relationship hasn’t been defined, boss,” Jax replied. “I am sure you are nothing but friends with both Ruby and Camilla. You need to make your choice quickly and stop keeping the other one in suspense. I say this for your own peace.”“Now is not the time for th

“You noticed I changed my perfume,” Ruby said warily, not sure where the conversation was going. It's been a long while since she changed her perfume."Of course, I did,” Alessandro replied with a confident smile. “This is not the scent you wore on the night we first met, and I must say, I loved that scent. You smelt like heaven.”It dawned on Ruby that he was talking about Camilla, and in as much as she wanted to frown, her face revealed a toothy grin. “Thank you so much for the compliment. Maybe I should wear it more often.”“Yeah. You should wear that every day. Not that the one you are wearing is bad, but that one is better.” He explained, “The lady at the bakery seems to be wearing the same scent that you wore that night.”“Yeah, I recommended the perfume to her. Just like you, she likes the perfume and asked me about it.”“What’s the perfume's name, and who made it?”Ruby swallowed. This was going to be much harder than she thought.“Uh, Magic…” she drawled. She wore a blank face,

To hell with Camilla and her shitty desserts! I'm rich! Ruby screamed in her head, not wanting to draw attention to herself.Who is this guy to just sign away a hundred thousand dollars for appreciation? She fumbled with his business card and typed his name on the search engine, “Whoa, that was Alessandro Morano?" She palmed her mouth. “The head of the Morano mafia family? Shit! He's got serious money. Sounds like my perfect man.“Shopping time!” She squealed and took an exotic ride to a designer shop.When she got there, she didn't waste any time, and she called Alessandro, and after four rings, he picked up the phone.“It is Ruby, the lady from earlier today.”“Oh, Ruby,” he replied, “by the way, that cupcake of yours is amazing," he complimented, and Jax, who was still by his side munching on the cupcake, agreed with a thumbs up.“I'm glad you like it,” she said, sipping on the wine she was served. “I just wanted to tell you that I didn't save you that night because of money. I sav

“Exactly what I wanted to hear,” Barbara said. “I'll see you in a few hours.”“OK, ma'am,” Allen said, and disconnected the call.He rose from the floor and started putting his room back in order again, as he felt his chest getting lighter. After arranging and sweeping his room clean of the mess he had created, he took a cold, calming shower, and he walked into his room again with a renewed sense of confidence in his strides. He wasn't going to let go just like he did with Veronica; he was going to fight till the end. Till Camilla became his.He bandaged his fists due to the wound. His stomach will need a bandage if he doesn't eat something soon. He grabbed his laptop to do a little work while eating.He strutted out of his room and into the living room when he saw Camilla reading a book. She looked distressed.When Camilla finally noticed his presence, she threw the book on the chair and stood to her feet with urgency, walking closer to him.“Allen,” Camilla called, “I was worried ab

Camilla waited in her pastry shop. Two customers had dropped by, and she had attended to them. She had already hired workers online, and they would arrive very soon.The new delivery guys were the first to arrive. They were two of them, hired to take the pastries to customers who wanted them delivered. It was a great upgrade to the business. The setting up of the shop had been done online, and she was expecting a great turnout today.Since it was all agreed upon, the delivery guys took their position, and when they were needed, Camilla called on them. Sales were good as expected, and both delivery guys drove out a long distance for delivery. It was during this period that the last hired worker arrived. Camilla had interviewed him online, and she would be meeting Allen for the first time.According to his bio, which Camilla read, Allen dropped out of college due to an inability to pay his school fees. He was two years older than her. His parents died in a ghastly accident in his second

Camilla noticed Allen's face morph into a more serious demeanour. “I want to tell you something, Camilla,” he said, leaning over the table and taking Camilla's hand in his. “I don't want you to take this the wrong way…” Camilla only stared at him, wondering what he was about to say.“Camilla!” She heard a familiar, gruff voice behind her yell her name, and she twirled. Lo and behold, it was Alessandro with Jax following closely behind him.“Alessandro!” Camilla sighed, slowly pulling her hand out of Allen's hold.“You don't want to see him?” Allen asked, his gaze following her line of sight.“No.” She replied, but then Alessandro was already close and took hold of Camilla's hands. “Where have you been? What happened?” Alessandro asked, looking a little distressed, “How are you?He asked and got no reply from Camilla but had his arms lifted off Camilla's hand, “Let her be. She doesn’t want to see you!” Allen barked.Alessandro's hot gaze trailed from Allen's hands to his face, and his