LOGINAlexa loved him when he was untouchable. Hulio wanted her when it was too late. Now, she’s the woman he never saw coming. Alexa Hills was always the overlooked one, the awkward girl with plain looks and a heart too tender for a world obsessed with appearances. She was rejected by all. But behind her timid eyes burned the legacy of a dynasty, and the will of a queen in waiting. Hulio Ripples, one of the heirs to Ripples Investment Firm, was every woman’s dream, charming, arrogant, and hopelessly smitten with Alexa’s glamorous older sister, Ashley. To him, Alexa was a nobody. To him she was a reject. Until his world crashed, quite literally, and she was the only one who stayed. When tragedy strikes, Alexa gives up everything to care for the man she’s always loved. For a moment, it seems like her devotion will be enough. But when Hulio recovers, he returns to the woman who once broke him—leaving Alexa shattered and pregnant with his child. Now, she’s back. Not the shy girl he once ignored, but a stunning force of power and poise—CEO of Hills Fusion and a woman with nothing left to lose. With the help of his brother, Helia, she rises from heartbreak to empire, crushing Hulio’s pride and reclaiming her throne. But in a tangled web of love, betrayal, and revenge… can a heart once broken ever trust again. A provocative tale of passion, pain, and power, Ripples and Hills is a revenge romance that will leave every reader spell bound and lost in a world of entanglement and revenge and unrequited love.
View MoreAlexa. July 27th. Two years later. Wisteria Vine, Northern Finland. Noon. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you…” The song rings loud through the halls of the mansion, cheers rising as my twins, Javier and Jewel, mash their little fists into frosting. They’re two years old today, identical miracles who fill every space with light. “Jewel…Javier…look up for the cameras,” I laugh, kissing their messy faces. They giggle, trying harder to steal icing. “Alexa, let them be,” Grandma chuckles, scooping some herself. The twins instantly mimic her, their mouths smeared in sugar. Around me, warmth hums. Family, grandma's distant family in Finland. Not high society, not money choked sophistication. Just love. All morning, calls have poured in. Mum, Aunt Anniika and Uncle Brian, Jon, Eve, Jace, their kids, voices filled with joy. My heart swells with gratitude. Because two years ago, I fought through a grueling storm of pain to bring these two into the world. I still remember the
Helia. Friday, 6th February. A week later… Morning. I stand at my office window, watching snow drift past the glass. Coffee sits warm in my hand, but I barely taste it. I should feel something today, it’s our birthday. But all I feel is the weight of loss pressing down on me. My brother. The woman I love. Both gone, in different ways. The company staff didn’t dare sing that cursed song. I made it clear anyone who tried would lose their job. Still, solitude doesn’t bring me peace. It only amplifies the storm in me. My mind drags me back to a week ago, the night Alexa’s family nearly burned alive. The same night the Special Weapons team had to break into the Hills mansion to rescue the family, since one of them had already been shot. I remember the suffocating smell of petrol, when we stormed in. I remember Erwin’s frightened eyes, when he stared at Alexa, as he was cuffed. Alexa who had stepped out of the shadows, a storm herself, and had saved her family. She hadn’t flinched when
Erwin. “Erwin… please, let’s get Jon to the hospital…” Scarlett begs, voice trembling. “Shut up!” I roar, slicing through her plea. The gun swings toward her chest. They all flinch, and my lips curl into a grin. Good. They finally see who’s in charge. I’m going to kill them all tonight. Every last one of them. Rage scorches through me, blistering, relentless. All those years of planning, wasted. Now the fucking cops are breathing down my neck. I’ve been hiding like a rat, slipping past cameras, ducking the streets. But today? Today I snapped. A tip said the cops found my latest hole, so I came here. To finish this once and for all. “You think I did all this for nothing?” I snarl, my voice breaking raw. “I wormed my way into your husband’s heart, into your precious family, just to make you pay, Scar. To hurt you like you hurt me when you broke up with me all those years ago.” Her gasp stabs the air. She covers her mouth. I lean close, close enough to breathe her in, and I sniff h
Alexa. Meanwhile. I finally get home from Martha’s. She found a place of her own, still kind enough to stick by me, even with Neil there. He was worried when he saw me crying but he didn’t press. Martha will tell him later, I guess. I didn’t tell her everything. Some things are too raw to say aloud. Killing someone, how do you put that into words? The night should be full of small promises. For me it’s full of dread. My thoughts keep snapping back to Hulio’s accusation about Helia and to Helia’s reaction, his silence that felt like a confession. He couldn’t defend himself. That silence is the thing that breaks me more than the accusation. I pull my legs up the steps to the front door and freeze when a shout rips through the air. A gunshot follows. I drop to the ground without thinking, crawling low to the door. My heart is in my mouth as I edge to a window and peer in. My breath dies in my throat. Erwin has Mum, Grandma, Jon and Aunt Anniika at gunpoint. Jon lies on the floor in
Alexa. 14th January, Wednesday. Next day… Morning. 6 a.m., and the drive to the mansion is heavy with silence. Not because there’s nothing to say, but because of the words Helia whispered minutes ago that haven’t stopped echoing through me. I had just stepped out of his shower, skin still hummi
Alexa. Night. “Helia, you needed to have heard what Erwin said…I couldn’t believe it. But he did. I was scared. I wish I had recorded it.” My hand trembles, water sloshing inside the glass. He steadies my hand without a word. My gaze lifts to his and suddenly my lungs remember how to breathe. Hi
Alexa. Later… Dinner was delicious. We finally ate the lamb stew with garlic bread we found in Helia’s fridge made earlier by his cook. The bread, Helia’s signature lamb stew, and the wine; every bite, every sip, was perfect. Now we’re in bed. Naked. Sated. Our breaths still uneven from another
Helia.Night.The doorbell rings and a grin breaks across my face just as I’m lifting the casserole lid from the lamb stew. Steam curls upward, fragrant and warm, while the bread still bakes in the oven. My entire house smells like food and anticipation.The bell chimes again. This time, I don’t wa






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