Novel & Cerita My Mystery Lover

But as I turned the wheel and pulled away from the curb, my eyes caught the faintest glimmer of her silhouette through the bookstore window. And I knew I wasn’t done. Not even close. Mia’s POV The scent of cinnamon and aged paper wrapped around me the second I stepped into Chapters & Coffee. It was warm inside—like always—but today it felt different. The air was still, the soft hum of the espresso machine absent, and only one lamp had been switched on, casting a honeyed glow across the front desk. I paused at the threshold.

I need to know how Jacob got that money. Who are you, mysterious lover?

It was so pathetic it almost made me laugh. Once I had a lead, everything else came easily. Using Milton's birthday, his lucky number, and even a work ID he had once used, I pieced everything together. After an hour, I managed to find his secret social media account. His profile picture was a close-up of his hands on a steering wheel, and his profile name was a combination of his and that woman's birthdays. The most recent post was chilling. [A buried rose will one day be lifted by the spring rain and bloom again. My love, the source of my longing—she has been waiting for me all along.]

CHLOE _"Love is a trap designed to enslave, and I'm the hunter who sets it free."_ Hidden in the cramped, musty closet, I could barely breathe. The situation was absurd—hiding like a teenager caught sneaking around. The irony was thick, almost suffocating. This wasn't supposed to be my life. Yet here I was, eavesdropping on a conversation between my latest lover and his real obsession. Alanna. Always Alanna. Even in the darkness, the mention of her name made my blood boil.

A target, mystery to be dissected and eliminated. Under the same vast, expensive roof, in the quiet of the mansion, two lovers were locked in a silent, secret game. One was hunting for a truth. The other was hunting for the truth-teller. And neither had any idea the other was even playing.

"The Asylum of Horrors! This is going to be the bomb! Ariel Davidson, let's go for this!" My best friend, Chelsea Higgins, pointed to a dark, eerie-looking building in the distance inside the amusement park, her eyes shining in excitement. I hesitated as I glanced at the building, instinctively feeling a little awkward about it. I had never liked haunted houses or other scary, bumpy rides. More importantly, I had also felt increasingly uneasy about always being the third wheel on dates with her ever since she got herself a boyfriend, Ivan Benton.

As soon as she answered, her face turned pale. /"I heard your mother is missing," a mocking voice on the other end said. /"Do you have anything to do with this?" she asked, her hands trembling. /"Actually, no. What would I even do with an old woman who’s already dying?" /"You bastard! Do you have her or not?" /"Well… Not me. But your lover does. She’s at his house." /"Are you sure?" /"Yes. You can go check for yourself." /"Why are you telling me this?"

Nina I stared outside the window of the hotel, alternating my look between the wall clock and the air outside. My scarf was wrapped above my head in a way that would conceal my identity. I was running out of patience, waiting to meet my lover. No one knew about him; if they knew, if Alceo knew, my head was going to be next on the stake. The door suddenly opened, with his head popping out first. I dropped my scarf, going to welcome him with a kiss. “You are late, I've been waiting for close an hour now.”

Conversations with old acquaintances and chance encounters with estranged relatives revealed fragments of the truth, painting a picture of a love that had endured against all odds. As I delved deeper into the past, I discovered that my mother's lover had suffered a similar fate, manipulated and betrayed by his own family. His name was Gabriel, a man whose path had crossed with mine once before but had remained shrouded in secrecy until now. With each revelation, my connection to Gabriel grew stronger, a magnetic pull that defied logic and reason. It was as if our fates were inexorably intertwined, destined to unravel the secrets of our shared past and forge a new path forward.

he asks. "A lot of our readers are requesting an interview with you to find out about your next book. If it’s a standalone or will it be another book series? They’ve got a bunch of personal questions they want to know as well." I explain. He chuckles. “Is the question whether or not I found love?” he asks. I nod. “Most of your fans are women.” "Yes. This book is a little different though. It’s more of a mystery thriller. No romance and no happy ending…" he says in a weird tone.