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
Yara. " Surely, you wouldn't object, right? " She taunted, the provocation in her voice tinted by artificial innocence, clearly concealed, but I felt it, and it roused something in me, anger, jealousy, and possessiveness. Bryce was mine. Had been mine even before I knew how to properly spell my s
Even when I had thrown a tantrum, asking for a written engagement to be put in place, he had seemed calm, collected, like he didn't actually care, like he was just going along with everything for the sake of peace, but in reality? " That day when I visited the Hurts family manor. The pictures tha
Yara. It was exactly two months after the celebration dinner, and also two months after I found out that I had a little sister. In the span of two months, a lot had happened. There was almost no news of the Smiths and the Hurts in the capital. It was like those two families never existed. A
Yara. " Rena? Meet your sister!" My Mom called excitedly, her cheeks glowing with warmth and joy. Then a cold snort seeped through the air, followed by a snarky comment, one that had my smile stiffening and the atmosphere around growing tense. " Yes! I know her. The famous YC designer, the







