LOGINHello 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
The feeling of her familiar arms and inhaling her familiar scent, I became emotional, and no matter how hard I tried, I found myself crying. I had missed her, but apart from that, I felt guilty. " I missed you, Yaya." She whispered, breaking the hug and wiping her own tears. Yaya. The sound
Yara. Disappointment and anger. I expected to see those emotions on Aunt Rosa's face as our gazes collided. I thought that it was over, that she was going kick me out of her home, after hurling countless mean words at me, but that never came. She wore a smile as she looked at me, a proud
Yara. " I will help you fight against the Fox." Her words were casual as she revealed, but her eyes told a different story altogether. " But I have a condition. " She added, a cold smile playing on her lips, and my heart fell. 'Of course, Yara. What did you expect?' I berated myself mentally
And yet, twelve years later, I was at the airport, being picked up by her son, going to her home, the home that I had once rejected. " Yara Coast, " I formerly introduced myself, my cheeks heating up from embarrassment. Of course, they all knew about me. The girl who rejected their mother's kind







