Her Dominant Comeback Novels & Stories

"Do you know how my daughter looked when she returned home that night?" Mr. Smith said nothing. "She returned to my house in her wedding dress, Mr. Smith. In her wedding dress!" He paused and swallowed painfully. "As I told you, it's been four days and my daughter has been indoors; she hasn't cried nor laughed. Mr. Smith, I want to tell you that my daughter did not cry since the public embarrassment happened. That is how I knew how badly your dumb family has hurt my daughter. Natasha always cries whenever she's hurt, but with this, she's been quiet and keeping to herself ever since the day the incident happened."

"He doesn't want you. He wants her. And if you collapse now, she wins twice." The thought of Sarah—her perfect hair, her effortless laugh, her way of reclaiming what she had once discarded—acted like a spark in the dark. I pulled out my old laptop. Before I was Mrs. Lucian Blackwood, I was an honors graduate in Graphic Design. For three years, I had let my talents wither, playing the role of the silent socialite. No more.

"If she does, be with her. Help her through it." "You're a good kid. I know that. Dad believes that." I'd drifted through two lifetimes. For the first time, being part of a family felt real. Mom was unconscious for two weeks before she came back. The first thing she said was: "Eve. I'm sorry. I was wrong." Her gaze was unfocused, her voice barely above a breath.