ВойтиHello lovely readers! Thank you so much for the love and support that you have shown my book..I appreciate that, a lot. Thank you for making Yara's journey a memorable one. So, the book has come to an end and I will miss you. Can I see you in my next project? Maybe you can follow my author page f
" I have been jealous of you ever since I was born, when we thought you were dead..I'm horrible, right? I know. " She admitted, wearing a self-mocking smile.. " They never forgot about you, you know? They never said it on my face but they kept on comparing you with me. Everything that I did, I sim
Yara. " Is the baby okay?" " How is Isara? When will she wake up?" " Is she out of danger? " My husband's familiar voice pulled me from my peaceful slumber and I stirred up, a frown settling on my lips as I took a whiff of the familiar hospital disinfectants. Goodness me, I hated that smell
" Isara? I hope you can forgive your grandfather. I did all that because I knew how obsessed you were with my grandson when you were little. Knowing your character, I knew that you would hate yourself if you later found out who you were and you would have been even more sad if you realised that you
"Unfair? Family? So you know the word fairness? But I only treated you the way you treated me. Is that wrong? Why are you complaining? Back there, you didn't even give me a chance to complain. You even wanted me to divorce my husband and happily give him to Serena. Why would I invite you to my weddi
Yara. " Because he is already here." He added, smiling lightly, a bitter smile. And in unison, Bryce and I turned, searching through the guests, who were lounging on the beach, enjoying the scenery, the nature, seemingly, unbothered by whatever was going between Bryce, Andrian and me. Yes. We
Yara. " Yara? " My train of thought was interrupted by a familiar voice. It was Angel. In the past few days, I had been working with a very demanding client, she had a very peculiar taste and, should I say? a fantasy-like dream wedding gown. Well, regardless, despite how demanding it was, I
I had hoped so, too. When I agreed to marry Aunt Rosa's son, I had wanted to start a family of my own, but her nephew didn't think the same, and for that, I was grateful because now, I was married to the real treasure. " I am already married. " After taking several deep breaths, I turned, showing
Yara. It was a candle-lit dinner. It was the most peaceful and quiet dinner I had had so far. In the private room, our figures were evolved by the soft glow emitting from the faintly bright candles, and our shadows hoovered softly around us like secret companions. The mood felt right. The
Yara. He was Bryce Hurt. Bryce hurt. The Hurts. The number one richest family in the capital. The real definition of money and power. In a place where the Hurts sat, the Fox couldn't even set foot at the door. They were worlds apart. He was the heir to the Hurts fortune. The youngest C







