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
So, after picking long black pants, a white top, paired with a back blazer, I walked to the washroom. It was a massive bathroom with a shower and a bathtub on the side. Looking begrudgingly at the white bathtub, I was tempted to hop in, but I couldn't. I still had to go to work after all. You mus
Yara. Warmth coursed through my veins as I read the note on the bedside drawer. 'Dress warmly. It's cold outside. Have a good day.' How could such a simple note touch my heart so deeply? I could picture his face, all serious, wearing a frown, as he wrote it, and I had an urge to laugh. So
Yara. " I changed my mind!" He snapped, and I took a step back, afraid that he would raise his hands on me the next second. " I won't do it," I informed, my tone filled with finality... Whether he gave me two days or not, the answer was still the same. There was no way I was going to design the
Yara. It was around eight o'clock when I arrived at my destination. Passing a wad of cash to the cab driver, I took measured steps towards the entrance as the cold evening breeze fanned my skin. It was a big and luxurious hotel, a gentle whisper of money and class. In the past, I used to fe







