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
Yes. It was not my fault. I was poisoned. I was the victim, and the culprit was her daughter, but she couldn't bring herself to talk about that. And calling me Yaya? The familiar name that used to feel special left my gut churning with disgust. " No more alcohol for you in the future, Yaya...
Yara. " Who is the man whom you sold me to, Andrian?" I asked, my voice cold, the emotional struggle within me painfully obvious. He had betrayed me, used me, taken advantage of me, sold me, and killed my unborn baby. Not even death was enough to atone for his crimes, you know? And above all th
Yara. " I am sorry, Angel. " I shook my head as I apologised, looking all lost and unfocused. "What's wrong, Yara? You don't look okay. " Her words were laced with concern as she asked and she was right. I was not okay. How could I be? Honestly, I thought I had healed. I thought that it was
"They are just difficult to ..." She didn't even get to finish what she was saying. In the next second, she collapsed, and if I wasn't first enough, she would have knocked her head on the tiled floor, only adding to the mess. ************* " Hey, you are up." I was busy drawing my sketches when







