A More Perfect Union Book Novels & Stories

I bring her favorite white roses and tell her that there is still good in the world. I tell her that evil is always punished. And I tell her that good people are always remembered. Rest in peace, Mary. The world owed you justice, and I have delivered it.

More, and more. End of Book 1

Marcello's POV: I pinched the bridge of my nose for probably the 50th time in the past 36 hours. I didn't sleep well on airplanes. I never had. Not even when I hadn't slept in nearly 2 days. Coming home was well worth it, though. As I smiled down at the plain gold band on my finger, I marveled at my perfect life. Not bad for an orphan.

And I couldn't agree less, I found my perfect man, a perfect love, a perfect house and a perfect family. He was my Perfect Find. Thank you for reading. How was the story? Do well to leave a comment. (Air your mind or buy me coffee)

Mine had already drained away, replaced by something colder, heavier—worry. My thoughts spun as I stared out the window. I couldn’t keep clashing with him like this. That ridiculous book, The Perfect Wife, flashed through my mind—its chapters on handling dominant men. Softness. Vulnerability. Subtle rebellion. A woman with fire, but without the flames. Sweet enough to draw in. Dangerous enough to chase.

Seema turned. “Come in.” Adrian’s PA stepped in, holding a small black gift bag. “Good afternoon. I was instructed to deliver this.” Seemah frowned, watching as she placed bag on her desk. She slowly reached inside, pulling out the book. “Is this printed?” “You didn’t specify condition, only that you wanted it. It’s every page. Bound. Yours.” Seemah blinked. Then the PA pulled out the wine in shock. “Where did you get this?’

She literally kissed the ground he walked on and never for once did or said anything whenever he abused her with his words and cold distancing. However, Ivy was different. Her eyes were not blind to see past the camouflage he wore. Carlos never was the perfect husband he portrayed himself to be whenever they were at a gathering. He never would take his hands off her and that made everyone believe that they were a match made in heaven. Even her old self believed that at some point. It's crazy how dumb she was to play along with all his antics and never once questioned the sudden switch in his behavior whenever they were alone. And for that, she had LOVE to blame. It is not the happy ever afte

"So the woman Mr. Hudson's been searching for all this time is actually Mr. Graham's bride? What a mess." "I remember Luke and Kayla were inseparable. Now he's throwing pride aside to chase her... I wouldn't be surprised if she's touched." "I wonder if the Graham family knows. They could call it divorce and remarriage, or... less politely, second-hand goods. How did Kayla manage to make both the Graham and Hudson family heads fall so hard?" On the way to treat his wound, Lucian looked unusually tense. There was nothing of the confident head of the city's top family about him. He seemed more like a nervous puppy, afraid of being abandoned.

“Then we need to hit back hard. But this time, Ava, it’s not just about winning. It’s about survival—for both of us.” They spent the remaining night working, breaking down the lies Malone had concocted. Roman’s penthouse was quiet except for the gentle hum of his laptop and Ava’s sharp, precise writing on her notes. She leaned forward, her concentration relentless as she joined the dots in a chain of financial transactions Malone was looking to bury. Roman sat across from her, watching what she was doing. “You’re ruthless when you’re like this,” he said. “Being ruthless is the only way to stay alive in this world,” she said without looking up.

The marriage had been her idea from the beginning. She had seen him that day on the farm and fallen head over heels in love. Of course, he had only accepted because of her wealth—nothing more. Just like Leah in the Bible, she had been rejected for Rachel. Her sacrifices had meant nothing to him… or to any of them. "But why, Alfred? Was I never enough?" she asked, handing him the folder, a weak smile of defeat plastered on her face. "You were never enough… at least not for someone like me, All you’ve ever been is a spare part for us all—nothing more," he said.