MasukHello 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 " Let's get out of here," I informed Harper, who seemed lost as she witnessed everything unfold. I couldn't stay in that room any longer. More than my hatred for Dee, it was disturbing to watch his wife wail like that, while he stood there, like a stone, like he couldn't believe that every
Third Person. " Back then, I hadn't connected the dots until I recently came across an interesting video." She went on, talking as if, the person in question wasn't also in the room. And she wore a nonchalant smile, like the heinous things that she was talking about barely hurt her. " In that
Yara Long after my attending maid left, I remained in a daze, my fingers gently caressing the smooth brown envelope. I wanted to open it. I was dying to see its contents, but again, every fibre in me was screaming against it. And after minutes of fighting with myself, my curiosity finally won
" I had started it back then, when I was going through grief. When I was mourning my daughter's death. Back then, I could lock myself in the house and start talking. There was no one listening but, I addressed the nothingness. " " When no one could understand what I was going through, maybe the e







