Novel & Cerita Me And My Truth We Sit In Silence

On the night I add my new girlfriend, Celia Spencer, into my group chat with my friends, my college roommate, Kevin Wright, suddenly posts more than a dozen screenshots in the group chat. Those screenshots feature the fragments of daily life I occasionally post on my social media feed. "Now here's where things get confusing. We only earn thousands of dollars per month. Where on earth did you get your money from in order to live such a lavish life? "I've been holding my tongue for far too long. At first, I intended to protect your pride. But now that you're dating such a wonderful, beautiful, and rich woman, I don't have the heart to see her getting lied to." In the end, Kevin tags Celia in the group chat. His words are filled with regret and pain. "Ms. Spencer, you're a rich scion, so you might not know anything about the bottom feeders' tactics. A fake scion like Luke who has racked up a huge online debt and brands his social media feed to look rich is very common in society! You have to keep your eyes open, you know! Take care not to get tricked by scammers!" As I suppress my anger, I respond with, "I never stole nor robbed from others! What's wrong with me spending my own money?" Kevin quickly retaliates with a lengthy audio message. "Your own money, you say? Your net worth isn't enough to afford even one segment of that luxury wristwatch in the photo! Why are you still pretending to be rich?" I just laugh in response. Does Kevin really think that rich people don't wear cheap stuff? What he doesn't know is that Celia, the so-called rich and beautiful woman he's trying so hard to kiss up to, is actually just someone I've hired to play the part. I'm the actual scion here, whereas Celia is just a fake heiress.

Five years after my death, my husband, Lucas Grant, wanted me to take the blame for his lover in a drunk driving incident. He had barged into my house with forged evidence, but realized I was not inside. He had no other choice but to knock on my neighbor’s door. However, my neighbor told him, “Joan? She died a long time ago. “I heard that the family of that case was not happy with the verdict, so they abducted her the day she was released from prison. She was tortured for three days straight!” Lucas did not believe the neighbor. He was furious that I was creating a ridiculous lie just to escape. He yelled angrily at my neighbor. “Don’t think I’ll believe you! Joan must have paid you to lie to me! “Tell her that it’s no use hiding. If she doesn’t contact me in three days, I’ll no longer pay the alimony for that rascal!” However, he did not know that the person that his lover had killed in the drunk driving accident was the very rascal he was referring to.

My whole body began to quiver as I looked up at Ryan who wore a smug or was it? I couldn't tell as my vision was blurred with tears. "What is the meaning of this?" I questioned still in disbelief. Where had it all gone wrong??!. "It's exactly what it says in the paper, Ciara" "And what is that?" I stubbornly inquired. It was as if I didn't want to believe what the paper read until Ryan says it. A part of me still wanted to fight for whatever we still had left. But then he'd said it. Ryan had uttered those words I so desperately dreaded," I want a divorce, Ciara" *** Ciara is the heiress to her father's company but she left all of that to be in a contract marriage with Ryan. It was supposed to be a 'no-strings-attached' kind of feeling but, she couldn't help but fall in love with him. Just when she wanted to start a clean slate on their first anniversary, she was handed a divorce paper. Ryan is a billionaire and a man with a hardened heart. He never saw Ciara as something more than just a 'fake wife' who was willing to help him out with a case. Deciding that he had had enough, Ryan hands Ciara a divorce paper setting himself free from her. But on his way to the office of the new investor of his company one day, he is overcomed by a welling shock that the name of his new investor was Ciara. The same Ciara he'd once known. What happens when this two duo meets for the first time since their rough divorce? Find out!

After the evening study session, I was just about to return to the dorm when my first boyfriend, the school's valedictorian and undisputed top student, suddenly tore across the courtyard toward me. Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist and, in full view of a crowd of stunned students, dragged me into a frantic run toward the front gates. I exclaimed, "Julian, have you lost your mind? Graduation's six months away. Are you really trying to run off with me now?" I struggled the whole way, twisting and pulling against him, but his grip never loosened. "Autumn, don't ask any questions. Just come with me. Hurry!" he said, his voice trembling with panic. We fled the school, jumped into a taxi in the middle of the night, and rushed to another city, where we checked into a rundown budget motel. Arms folded and brow furrowed, I glared at him. "So you hauled me out of school like a lunatic just to hole up in a cheap motel?" His cheeks turned bright red. He flailed his hands in frantic denial, then thrust a phone into my hands. I barely had time to unlock the phone and start dialing my parents before a breaking news alert flashed across the screen. My eyes locked on the screen, and I went rigid with shock. The headline reported, 'Mass Death at Blackwood High: All 5,000 students and faculty found dead last night after experiencing catastrophic bleeding. Only two students who skipped the study session survived.' I looked up at Julian in horror. He was staring at the screen too, his face white as paper, cold sweat running down his forehead. "You knew, didn't you?" I asked. "What the hell is going on?"

What do you do when the only safe place left belongs to the man who’s been lying to you? I’m twelve weeks pregnant with my abusive ex’s baby. He's been tracking my phone, controlling my life. And when I finally run, there's only one door left to knock on — his best friend's apartment. Jeremy took me in. No questions. No judgment. Just his bed, his quiet presence, and one reckless lie: at the hospital, he'll say the baby is his. For the first time in years, I feel safe. But I’m starting to realize: the man who saved me might be the reason I needed saving. Because Jeremy’s been in love with me for three years—and he never said a word. Because my best friend Reina has been sleeping with Ryan behind my back—and she’s not done destroying me yet. Because Ryan just found out about the pregnancy—and he’s coming for his child. The question is: can I survive the truth—or will it destroy me faster than Ryan ever could?

I stepped forward. “I’m not asking you to understand it, Bianca. I’m just telling you the truth.” “It doesn’t change the fact. I’m going to work and you’re back to being my bodyguard,” she said. Thank goodness she didn’t cut me off. At least I could be close to her until she found out the whole truth but not today. “I don’t mind that. I can be anything you want me to be, B.” She stepped closer. “Good.” He’s her worst enemy. Her brother’s best friend. And now her bodyguard. Bianca Marcello doesn’t fall, she fights. But when her life is targeted and the only person assigned to protect her is the man who agitates her, staying in control becomes a war. Rob Grimani doesn’t care if she hates him. She’s alive and within reach and that’s all that matters. He would burn the world before he lets her go again. And when she defies him, it only feeds his obsession to own her completely. When the lines blur between protection and possession, desire and destruction, nothing will ever be the same again. This is not love. This is obsession. A dark billionaire romance with emotional damage, memory loss, running away with pregnancy, and forbidden heat. Featuring bodyguard tension, enemies to lovers, and a man who would grovel on his knees rather than lose her. Read at your own risk.

⚠️BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT🔞 🫧⋆｡˚ “If I were to have one more fucking chance, I’d pull you into my arms and kiss you like you’re the only light left in my wrecked soul, and love you so deeply that every shitty shadow of regret melts into forever burning in your eyes—God damn it, Lila, please let me have you again. I’d sell my soul to the devil and lay every fucking accomplishment at your feet… just don’t give that soft, sweet smile you once gave me to that worthless piece of shit.” °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Lila Danforth was never supposed to be the bride. When her identical twin sister, Clara, abandoned billionaire Elias Voss at the altar, Lila stepped in quietly, desperately, and hopelessly in love with the man her sister had thrown away. For three years she was the perfect wife, giving him everything while asking for almost nothing. Until their third anniversary. That day, Lila walked in on Elias in their bed… with Clara. Hurt by her husband’s cold indifference, her twin’s cruel betrayal, and her family’s icy dismissal, Lila finally does the one thing she never dared before. She walks away. But how could that single choice completely ruin her life even more? Did her leaving feel like such a threat to them? This left only one question burning brighter than the rest. Tell me, dear readers… After everything he and everyone around her had put her through, could Lila ever forgive them? Or would she grind them to dust?

Everyone knows that I'm the woman whom Oliver Reed, the richest man in Jeston, loves the most. Ever since I get pregnant, Oliver dotes on me even more and obeys every whim I have. One day, I realize that I've gotten kidnapped to an auction house after waking up from my nap. To my horror, my husband and his friend group can be seen sitting beneath the stage. Someone says with a grin, "Hey Oliver, how is it that you have time to bring Caroline to the hangout with you today? Everyone keeps claiming that Alexandra has you wrapped around her little finger now that she's pregnant." Oliver looks at the woman next to him. While he looks relatively exasperated, he still says dotingly, "I've been spending so much time with Alexandra that Caroline is already mad at me. Today, I managed to block out some time in my schedule to spend time with her." I do my best to squirm and struggle so that I can seek help from Oliver. Finally, I'm able to attract his attention. But he slowly lifts his bidding card while saying, "Number 7 keeps squirming, so she must be a slutty one. Here's one million dollars—I want her to be on the stage."

“I was wolfless, worthless, and foolish enough to believe the Moon Goddess had finally blessed me. Instead, the three most powerful alphas in the pack used me, humiliated me, and rejected me on the same night they took my innocence.” Elara Voss disappeared that night, carrying a secret none of them deserved to know. Six years later, she has built a quiet life with her son in a new pack — healing others by day and guarding her heart by night. But when fate forces her back into the path of Ryker, Ronan, and Rafe Blackthorn, everything shatters. The same triplets who destroyed her now look at her like she belongs to them again. They want their rejected mate back. They want their secret heir. And they will burn alliances, defy their father, and tear apart anyone who stands between them and the family they threw away. But Elara is no longer the broken omega they once discarded. She is a mother. A survivor. And she will never let them break her or her son a second time. Three ruthless, possessive alphas. One second chance they don’t deserve. And a bond that refuses to stay broken.

On the day of Zephyr’s art exhibition, I saw people stand around a portrait of myself. My cheeks were flushed, and I was bare. My posture was the one we used in bed last week for fun. Zephyr even got the mole on my chest right. As people stared at me mockingly, I demanded, “Why did you do this to me?” He was unbothered. “It’s not as if I asked you to sleep with someone else.” But he did let people see how I looked when I was having an intimate moment with my own boyfriend! “It’s just a painting. Why are you being so petty?” I was stunned by the mockery in Zephyr’s gaze. Then, I called my assistant. “I’m attending the international art festival as the organizer.”