Letters To The Lost

BOOK 1- The Billionaire's Jobless Wife (COMPLETED) BOOK 2 Loving My Billionaire Kuya (ONGOING) She lost her job. He lost his fiancée. When a desperate teacher becomes The Billionaire’s Jobless Wife, a contract meant for convenience soon tests the line between love, lies, and survival.

Tracy Brooks was the only survivor of a fatal car accident that involved her and her parents. She grew up as an orphan child in the care of Mr Edward Parker - a billionaire. Naive, she thought Mr Edward Parker had been too kind after the passing of her parents. So when he arranged for her to marry his son Charles Parker who was against the marriage - she gladly accepted. Tracy had a crush on Charles since childhood, and she thought he would make a great husband. She committed three years of her life to their marriage - and during that time, she paused her dream of becoming a tv personality. Tracy's love was unrequited. She tried her best to make Charles love her. But he was done pretending. Charles finally came clear and broke her heart on no other day but her 28th birthday. The same day that marked their third wedding anniversary and also the day her parents were involved in an accident that killed her mum on the spot. "I'm done pretending. Let's put an end to this charade. I want a divorce, Tracy!" As the years progressed, Tracy became a well-known television personality. She hosted a show called "Ties That Bind." - a relationship show where she read letters from anonymous viewers who had relationship issues and needed advice and help. Her ex-husband regretted his actions and wanted her back. But there was a third party in the picture he must conquer to win her back.

When Selovia's soldiers seized me, I sent Leon ninety-nine letters, each one begging for rescue. He tore them apart. "I sent Aya back to her duchy after she struck Mira—but I gave her my finest escort. Selovia could not have touched her." A sharp breath. "I allowed Mira the ceremonial gown, nothing more. And now Aya makes a spectacle to win back my favor. It shames her." He paced once, restless. "Mira's brother died protecting me. He was my Captain of the Royal Guard. I swore to guard her in his place. Tell Aya this—no matter how she rages, I will not cast Mira aside. If she keeps making a spectacle, I will delay the wedding." Three days later, he rode into Valecrest with the marriage contract in hand, ready to wed me. That same hour, Selovia's envoys delivered an ornate gift box. Leon glanced at it and exhaled. "So the dowry is prepared. All this noise was Aya stirring unrest." The lid opened. Inside— My head. From the tower, mourning bells began to toll. Slow. Heavy. Final. The chapel doors parted. The officiant stepped out, robes dark, face set in solemn lines. "Her Grace, Aya Valecrest, Duchess of Valecrest, has been returned to us. The burial rites begin at once."

“I didn't think you'd come,” Mason Remington said. Lisa's breathing slowly increased as she tightly gripped the contract in her hands. It was already rumpled from the many times she'd read it, playing its letters like a movie in her head, over and over. Was she honestly considering it? She had a boyfriend. And even though she had always wanted Mason, craved him for years, he was her brother's best friend, who before today had never thought of her as anything other than a little sister. She knew what he wanted and what she'd be getting into if she went through with this, but all those thoughts seemed to vanish as she made her way into his office. Mason closed the distance between them, drawing her close with his hands to her waist and closing the door forcefully behind her. He now had her in his arms, giving her a small smile before crushing his mouth to hers, shutting her up before she could say anything. His hands moved up her back and crushed her tiny body against his, causing a quiet moan from her. He kissed her as though he was hungry for her. It wasn't just a show of power but desire. And with every brush of his tongue against hers, she knew all too well, that there was no way on earth she could say no to his proposal.

"This year, there's only one spot available–and I fought hard to secure it for you. "If things don't work out with Baron Cole, I'll talk to him. You two have a strong relationship. Waiting a few years won't matter." As I stared at the application form my professor handed me, my hands would not stop trembling. In my previous life, I spent forty years married to Baron. We raised a son and a daughter. I thought that was what a complete, fulfilled life looked like. However, after he died, while sorting through his belongings, I found a box filled with letters and photographs. That was when I learned the truth–he had always loved someone else. She was his first love… and the biological daughter of the family that raised me. Back in 1984, he hid my study-abroad application, giving the opportunity to her instead. From that moment on, I became a housewife. And he devoted himself to helping the woman he loved rise–until she returned from overseas as a celebrated professor. Even my own son later turned their story into a drama, glorifying their restrained, enduring love. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I first received that application form. This time, I did not hesitate. "Professor, I'm going abroad."

“It’s our anniversary today. I planned our day together,” I declare. “I have work to do,” “But I asked your PA to clear your schedule for the day,” “That’s the thing. You made plans behind my back without talking to me about it first, Ariel,” He then walks past me and walks out of the closet. “I thought I was doing something nice for you – for us at least. You have always worked so hard, so at least take this day off with me. We never got to celebrate our wedding anniversary,” I rebuke. He decides not to say anything. He opens his bag on the couch facing our bed and takes out a white A4 envelope, tossing it on the little table in the middle of our room. “Is it so hard for you to read the room all the time? How would you celebrate a wedding anniversary when there is no love between us? Are you not tired of all this pretence because I am!" He chastises. "That’s for you. Sign it so that we can get it over and done with,” With that said, he puts on his black sunglasses and walks out of the room. Only then do I breathe out the air I didn’t even know I was holding. I’m confused and, most of all, hurt. I didn’t see this coming. I drop my eyes on the envelope with bold printed letters of the name of the law firm our lawyer works at.

I thought sacrifice was the only language of love, until I held my husband’s secret life in the palm of my hand. For years, Sarah Miller has lived in quiet poverty, skipping meals in a freezing apartment so her two children can eat, while her husband, Sean, insists they are broke. But the lie shatters inside a luxury boutique when a glamorous woman pays with a Black Credit Card with his name boldly written in gold letters: SEAN MILLER Sarah’s struggling husband is a secret billionaire. But the truth is even darker. Sarah discovers she was once the original CEO of his empire—before Sean tricked her into signing everything away. Now, he’s hiding stolen millions under her name, setting her up to take the fall for crimes that could destroy her forever. Refusing to be his scapegoat, Sarah forms a dangerous alliance with Sean’s mistress, Valerie, and his most lethal enemy and billionaire rival, Adrian Vale. As Valerie transforms her into a high-society queen and Adrian teaches her how to reclaim power, the starving wife disappears, and a woman reborn in fire takes her place. Sean will kill to protect his secrets. But he forgot one thing: You can only break a woman so many times before she burns your entire kingdom to the ground. Sarah isn’t just surviving the betrayal. She’s coming to bleed him dry.

We had been in love for years, and everyone believed that Henley was utterly devoted to me. Even I thought so—until the day I saw him in bed with a younger woman. I lost all will to live and chose the most peaceful way to end it all. When Henley found out I had donated my body, he completely lost his mind.

I'm the daughter of Don Falcone. After I got back from studying abroad, my family threw a welcome-home banquet, conveniently setting me up to meet the fiancé my father had handpicked for me—Santino Moretti. My father praised the guy to the skies in his letters: he was the heir to the Moretti family, elegant, ruthless, drop-dead gorgeous, and holding half the city’s underground operations in the palm of his hand. I arrived at the Elysium Hotel right on the dot. Just as I was about to take a seat, a hand shoved me hard. A woman's shrill voice pierced my ear. "Livia, what's a Sicilian peasant like you doing here? This is the Imperial Suite. Do you think you even deserve to breathe the air in a place like this?" I recognized the woman. It was Bella, a bitch who had always had it out for me back in college. She was clearly trying to humiliate me. Instead of getting mad, I smirked. "Whether I deserve to be here or not—is that for you to decide?" Bella sneered, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm Mr. Santino's personal assistant. Today, Mr. Santino is hosting the eldest daughter of the Falcone family here. This isn't an occasion for bottom-feeding trash like you." "Be smart and crawl back to your slum." I pulled out my phone and dialed my so-called fiancé. I wanted to ask him if it was a tradition in the Moretti family to let their dogs bark at the front door.

**~~~~ synopsis ~~~~** Her freedom was taken, her dignity was crushed, her heart was shattered, the courage to keep going was shaken. She lost her parents and lost the one person, who stood by her who showered her with nothing but love and care. What will become of her? Good or bad? Will she still be herself again? ~~~~~~~ A journey of tears, pain, betrayal, disappointment, hatred, love, revenge, and justice.