Second Lady Book Novels & Stories

Slowly, I began cultivating my own trusted people and building an independent intelligence network. A month later, Leia returned from the estate. She looked much more worn down. The sharpness in her eyes had dulled considerably. Clearly, that month of “reflection” had not been easy. “Elysia, I’d like to help you manage the gallery,” she said, taking the initiative to approach me. Her voice was cautious, almost ingratiating. “Why?” I looked at her in confusion. “We’re sisters. We should support each other,” she said, forcing a smile. “Besides, I’m very interested in art. I want to learn.”

There was only one Kara in the room, but with two different people's lives. One day, after she was fully able to walk and talk again, they let her go home. The young Kara's house wasn't as large as Kara Beltran's was. It was, in fact, a simple apartment with two bedrooms on the second floor, a small kitchen, and a crowded living room. Suddenly, she remembered the shame she felt as she tried to hide this part of her life from her overly eager "friends"--who were never really her friends, she always felt, but more of were adoring followers who envied her.

Furthermore, the First Lady had a good impression of Liana, or she wouldn't have accepted her as a niece, and now, that wouldn't be necessary anymore because she was her biological niece! "How can things be such a coincidence? It's hard not to believe that everything was predestined," the First Lady looked at Liana and sighed in disbelief. "You're right, it must be predestined. Our ancestors must be looking after us, or we wouldn't have found each other in this life," Madame Delapena also lamented, and the First Lady grasped Liana's hand and said gently, "Liana, no wonder I always felt so close to you, like family, after all, you are my sister's daughter." The First Lady was so excited that

She rushed into Adrian’s embrace, and he held her as though she were the only person in the room who needed protection. As they walked toward the exit, Adrian looked back at me one last time. “Wait for me, Evelyn.” The steel door slammed shut behind them. The warehouse fell silent. The fear vanished from my face. The guards immediately released me, while the manager swept the debt documents from the table and replaced them with two glasses of champagne. I slowly straightened my coat and looked toward the closed door through which Adrian had abandoned me for the second time. Then I raised one hand. “Continue with the plan.”

And with every step, every word, every infuriating order, I felt the truth pulling at me like gravity. But I would never admit it. Not to him. Not to anyone. Not in this life. So I raised my chin higher, smoothing my dress, and slipped into the nearest boutique. My heels clicked against the marble, my reflection staring back at me from a thousand mirrored surfaces. A princess. Untouchable. Commanding. And if my chest ached, if my lips tingled with the thought of what it might feel like to taste him, that was mine to carry. My secret. Because Enrique Yama might be back, but I was still Daisy. And Daisy did not fall.

I remembered her hands raw, her cloak heavy with snow, her smile faint but proud when she returned with the herbs. And all that time, I thought she was clinging to me. I thought she was a burden. But she had been carrying me. Carrying us all. I sank to my knees, the certificate crumpling in my fist, the draft trembling in the other. “She gave up on me,” I whispered. “And still… she gave me everything.” Clara POV： I knew what was happening. The Moon Goddess had reclaimed me. Her voice rang like silver bells in my mind. “Child… today I release you. Live, not for him, but for yourself.”

Book two of the ' Second Chance Séries ' ** Chapter one ; I got my Revenge In the basement laid a young woman in her late thirties, barely unconscious, on a filthy mattress. She had a jagged scar running from her left eyelid to the right side of her face. Her nose was bleeding profusely, and her face was pale. One could hardly hear the words leaving her mouth as multiple men assaulted her. It happened every day for ten years. That was how long she had been stuck, maybe. It was karma paying her for her deeds.

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She was still just a child. Naturally, Vincent understood the meaning behind my words. His composure crumbled, and he buried his face in his hands, sobbing. "I regret it. I regret everything!" he wailed. "I never suspected the people around me would betray me. I didn't know Christine had ulterior motives when she got close to me. "Grace, I truly regret it. You were the only one who treated me sincerely. I was a fool not to cherish you." I sighed softly as I watched him crumble. He had finally learned his lesson, but it was far too late.

"You want to help me with work?" "Well, you see...I may not have had the chance to finish school, but...I can do a few things, you see. And I used to read a lot at the local library whenever I could." She said, a little on the defensive. She felt very inferior compared to him. He was handsome, rich, intelligent, literally perfect. She couldn't even finish school. "Let's see then." He said, then opened the door wider to allow her entry. She walked in calmly, before her eyes fell on the large shelf of books.