Fleur Isabelle Delacour Novels & Stories

Married to her father’s business partner’s son, Gertrude gave everything that she could to make their marriage work. Unfortunately, she was still not enough for the man. Shameful scandals scattered over the internet with his lover and Gertude felt like trash inside the marriage she had with Dane but still didn’t want to give up. She was secretly in love with him. Divorce. After a month of marriage, Dane was asking for his freedom but that was something that she didn’t want to give at first. But when she was ready to file the divorce and start anew, Dane didn’t show up. He would always find a reason not to make it to the courthouse. What did the man want from her? Was this just a game for him? What else did he need from her?

On my birthday, the dining table was loaded with all my favorites. My mom had been cooking and baking the entire afternoon, insisting everything be perfect for when Mike got home from work so we could celebrate together. But then, he called and said his first love had been drugged at a bar, and he had to go help her. I stopped him and begged him not to go. Mike snapped at me. "Jesus, Em, don’t pull this jealous wife crap. She’s alone, defenseless, and unconscious—I can't let some random dude take advantage of her!" My mother heard those words and was so enraged that she had a heart attack. She died on the spot. Just like that, my mom died on my birthday. I called Mike, asking him to attend my mom's funeral. But before he could reply, I saw Cathy Miller's latest Instagram post, captioned: [Mikey… after all these years, it was always you.] Mike had liked it. My thumb moved before my brain caught up, typing out the only words that mattered: [A homewrecker and a lying bastard. Hope you rot together.]

On the day my sight returned, our family doctor, Anna Leone, stood right in front of me and mouthed to my husband, Don Marco Vitale, "Double the lubricant tonight. I promise it'll send you straight to heaven, my Don." Marco pressed a gentle kiss to my eyes. Then he turned away and replied with the same silent lip movements, "You little tease. That mouth of yours—and the one below—I'm crazy about them both." The two of them exchanged a knowing smile, convinced their secret was flawless. What they didn't know was that not only had my vision fully recovered—I was also fluent in lip-reading. My gaze drifted to the bottle of lubricant sitting brazenly in the wall cabinet. I said nothing. Instead, I quietly sent a single text message: [Papa, I've decided to come home.] In three days, I would vanish completely. All I would leave behind for them would be the hollowed-out fortune of billions—and that bottle of "lubricant" I had replaced with high-strength industrial superglue.

The Torres family and the Nostra had been enemies for generations. When I was ten, I was betrayed by my own blood and left for dead. Leon Torres was the one who saved me. So I buried my identity as the daughter of a powerful Cosa Nostra family and stayed by his side, helping him from the shadows. For years, I used my father's underground network to eliminate every obstacle in Leon's path, helping the overlooked second son of the Torres Don rise step by step until he claimed the throne for himself. Then he brought home a woman named Anrina. His childhood sweetheart. Anrina claimed she was the one who had helped Leon seize power all these years. And Leon believed her. From that moment on, every ounce of his protection, trust, and affection belonged to her. "Look at yourself. Covered in blood like a filthy stray." "Go clean yourself up. Don't scare my sweetheart." Leon stripped me of my position as Capo and forced me to become Anrina's servant. When pizza fresh from the oven burned her mouth, he made me kneel at her feet and cool every bite before feeding her myself. When a rose thorn pricked her finger, he blamed me for failing to protect her and ordered ten lashes in the punishment room. I endured it all. Because years ago, after saving my life, Leon once said: "You want to repay me? "Then repay me a hundred times." I lowered my gaze to the child growing quietly inside me. "Ninety-nine," I whispered. "Just one more, little one... then Mommy will take you home."

Giovanni, the childhood sweetheart who promised to marry me the moment we were old enough, proposed to my stepsister at my 21st birthday celebration. During my lowest moment, Corleone, the don of Lanford's most powerful mafia family, publicly declared that I was the woman he had secretly loved for years. He promised to protect me for the rest of my life and gave me a wedding beyond my wildest dreams. For five years, he treated me with endless tenderness and devotion. Then one day, when I was about to tell him I was pregnant, I accidentally overheard a conversation between him and his consigliere. "Don, it's been five years. You don't even love your wife, yet for Miss Lilia's sake, you've trapped yourself in this marriage. Are you really going to keep suffering like this?" "Since I can't marry Lilia, it doesn't matter who I marry. As long as I'm here, no one can interfere with her happiness." Only then did I realize that my five-year marriage had been nothing but a lie. Later, I discovered that his safe was filled with Lilia’s letters, hairpins, and photographs. Even the journal he never allowed me to see was filled with her name. [May Lilia rise to the top and see all her dreams come true.] [May things go smoothly for Lilia, and that she shines brilliantly.] [Though I cannot stand by your side, I will do everything in my power to clear every obstacle from your way.] I tore up my pregnancy report, prepared a new identity, and planned a fire. From that day on, we’d never see each other again.

I lost my best friend because of a mistake I made as a child. Years later, he returned and took everything else. Once inseparable, we were torn apart by one irreversible choice. I had buried the past until he appeared at my university: charming, popular, and untouchable. Everyone loved him—except me. Except me. He’s cold and distant, watching me like this is a game he plans to win. With every friend he makes and every room he dominates, it feels intentional, like he’s here to dethrone me. I won’t let him. This is a story of buried regret, silent rivalry, and a reunion that turns into a war where pride is a weapon, the past is dangerous, and surrender is not an option.

Freya was drunk, heartbroken, and falling apart after discovering she was adopted and that the only family she had ever known was using her. He was warm and solid and she let herself disappear into one night with him. By dawn she was gone with a new name, new life, and no looking back. Then seven years later, she walks into an Alpha's estate pretending to be someone else, desperate for prize money to pay off the debt she took on searching for the baby stolen from her. Across the ballroom floor stood the stranger from that night, who they now called Alpha. He just does not know she is that woman who disappeared before morning seven years ago. And Freya also has no memory of his face at all. Freya is thinking one thing: why does the Alpha’s daughter bear a similar birthmark to her stolen child? But she holds her thought when a mate contract is slammed in front of her.

At our Thanksgiving family dinner, my stepbrother brought his beautiful girlfriend to meet the family for the first time. She held up her wine glass and flashed me a malicious smirk. “I heard you had a first love you can’t forget, Summer.” I kept my head low and focused on my food, unsure how to respond. After all, my first love… was her boyfriend. When I was seventeen, my stepbrother Ethan Cole tricked me into crossing the line we should never have crossed, while our parents were blissfully unaware. Even right now, under the table, his foot was rubbing mine sensually. He did not bother holding back. On the table, he held his girlfriend’s hand tenderly as he mocked me with a smirk, “You’re twenty-seven, sis. Your shelf life is running out, and you’re such a plain Jane. Who would ever want you?” I stood up abruptly and looked at him, my tone calm and resolute. “I’m married, Ethan.”

A story about a young woman with a troubled background who is kidnapped by two men who don't know the concept of consent. Fleur is taken off the street to be forced to live like a baby for two grown men.

When Isabelle's mother, an ambitious socialite, marries for the fourth time, she introduces Isabelle to her new stepfamily. To Isabelle's horror, her new stepbrother is none other than Logan Sinclair—the very boy who tormented her during high school. Seeing him again rekindles all the old fears and resentments. To make matters worse, Isabelle is soon hired as Logan's secretary at Sinclair Enterprises, the megacorporation run by Logan’s father. Isabelle braces for the worst, expecting her nightmare to continue. But instead of cruelty, Logan is calm, professional, and oddly protective of her. Isabelle is torn. The wounds of her past run deep, and the humiliation she endured at his hands isn’t easily forgotten. Can people truly change? Or is Logan just playing a long game, trying to manipulate her emotions once again?