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. " 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 " Why would I want my name attached to that bastard? To a child that is not mine? That the father is not known?" He asked, a cold smile stretching at the corners of his lips. A bastard. A bastard. I repeated the words, over and over, my mind reeling, my eyes losing focus, and I felt the wo
Yara. " I want Andrian to attend." There was a cold glint in my eyes as I stated. " As you wish, wifey." He wore a dotting smile as he responded, not looking bothered or surprised in the least bit. It was like he expected me to make the request long ago. Like he knew me well enough to know what
" To be honest, I didn't know how to react to the news. I wasn't myself yet. I hadn't even recovered from the depression. When the doctor revealed the news, I barely reacted. I just sat there, emotionless, expressionless, like nothing significant had changed." "I wasn't ready to be a mother, espe







