Devastating Diva Novels & Stories

Please save me from this Devil! ************************************** Precap - "Daksh 7 years ago, What I said and did was my immature. You didn't care about how I feel. Leave me. Just leave me alone for the rest of my life. Because honestly, I'm so sick of you j**k!" Divya yelled at me and pushed the elevator start button. How is it? What do you think about Divya? Is she right in accusing Daksh's character?

"You honestly sat there thinking your daughter could just slide into this family? You aren't well-to-do. You aren't even in the same stratosphere as us. I supported sending my son away so he wouldn't be involved with a girl like your daughter and... Now? You've managed to sneak her back in." What I feel now is humiliation. Hot humiliation. My chest tightens. For the first time since the night began, Mother isn't eating. Her eyes are cold and distant and my father? His jaw tightens. They're been insulted. And I can't do a thing to defend them. But... Noah’s chair moves fast as he gets up and steps around the table. "You’re done," he says to Diva. "I am speaking the truth, Noah! They are nobod

“Your Majesty, how did she get hurt this severely?” Davina looked like I had just pulled her out of a sea of blood. Her hair and fingers were dripping with it, and she was barely breathing. Anyone who saw her would understandably be horrified. But I didn’t dare to waste any time on trifles. I handed her over to the medical staff. “Treat her immediately.” Before long, the doctor came up to me and shared his diagnosis. Davina was suffering from power strife. Three forces were rampaging unchecked inside her body. She could explode from the sheer power of she contained at any given time.

Davian said, offering a glass. Dewangga didn’t touch it. He stared at Davian, fury boiling over. “I did what you wanted. I destroyed my own wife. Now delete those recordings, Davian! All of them!” Davian took a slow sip of his whiskey, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Delete them? Dewangga, do you think the world works that simply? You’ve just proven how valuable you are to me. You’re an asset—not a toy.” “You promised!” Dewangga shouted, his voice breaking.

murmured Diva. "Papa! Where is Papa? Papa!" called Diva with a slurred voice and it was so catchy that anyone could hear it.

Alice The bar’s atmosphere was a blend of quiet jazz and whispered ambition. Shadows clung to the velvet booths, hiding secrets in their folds. Alice Florence adjusted her dress, lifting her martini glass as she studied the woman opposite her. Veronica Duval was not merely beautiful. She was a weapon, polished and deadly, wrapped in couture. Recently returned from Geneva, Veronica brought a storm of curiosity and influence. A shareholder in the Anderson-Hidalgo venture, her opinion could sway investors like the tide.

A teardrop rolled down her face as the words came out of her mouth. "What did she do to you?" "Destroyed my face then had me undergo surgery. She said it was like transforming me into a new woman cause you need to get ugly, before you get beautiful." "What? That is just wrong in every way!" "What is?" Natasha's voice sounded from the entrance. "Mom!" Darla said as she jumped on her feet. "I made my daughter into a new woman, what is so wrong about that?" "I wasn't telling him the story because I think you were wrong, I know now that I was so naive and dumb."

She tried to say something, but I cut in. "You have deceived me by being sweet in front of me, but you’re flirting with my husband behind my back." I walked over to her. "I was devastated when he filed for divorce and even more shattered when I found out his mistress was my sister. "You poured acid on my wounds by insulting me that I wasn't a woman worthy of Blaze. Tell me. Do I look like someone who could ruin your marriage?" I stopped when I was standing in front of her.

It was steady, warm and of course, intentional. The touch grounded me faster than it should have then we stepped inside together and suddenly I understood why people found Drake Javier dangerous. He was exceptional at this. Every conversation felt deliberate, every glance was measured perfectly. He made people feel important without ever fully giving them access to him. I watched him work the room the way I’d study lighting setups during shoots. Halfway through the evening, a woman approached us. She was beautiful in an expensive, polished way. The kind of beauty maintained meticulously over years.

I hurried down the corridor toward the exit doors, desperate for fresh air, when a woman stepped out from a side alcove and blocked my path. “Clara Sterling,” a warm voice called. “Or should I say Clara Cross?” I stumbled to a stop. Standing before me was a strikingly beautiful woman in a designer gown. She smiled warmly, showing no fear at all. “I’m sorry,” I said, trying to steady my pulse. “Do I know you?” The woman extended her hand. “My name is Diva Richmond. I’m a senior partner aligned with the Goddard group.” My mind latched onto her words.