Second Lady Novel Novels & Stories

“Sleeping beauty woke up.” My eyes went straight to his face. He was wearing a mask covering his face except for his eyes. "Welcome," the second one said, crouching down in front of me. "We have a few things to explain to you about your situation." "Who are you?" I asked, my voice hoarse from disuse. "Why am I here?" "That's not important," the first one said. "What's important is that you understand what's about to happen." The second one stood up and began to pace. "You've been causing a lot of problems for a lot of people, Miss Bennett. Your stepmother, your former fiancé, and a few others have decided that you've become more of a liability than an asset."

That woman had power, connections, and, more than that, a face full of falsehood, admired by many. Maia clenched her jaw. “If you could destroy Ruby from within, then I will destroy you the same way.” Slowly, she began writing her plan in a small notebook. A major role would be played—the role of Ruby returning, but not to heal, rather to take revenge. And the show would begin soon. That night, in the silence of the old cabin, accompanied only by the sound of crickets and the rustling mountain wind, Maia sat on the cold wooden floor. The light from the oil lamp in the corner cast long shadows on the wall.

Being rich felt so good. I couldn’t believe this was my new life now. It didn’t take long before I finished and went to my room. It felt good to be here. I could finally have some time to myself. I had my bath, looked into my naked self at the mirror and then went to bed. The next morning I was up and dressed and ready to go shopping for new clothes. The first store I went in felt like a library due to how quiet it was. A woman with a severe blonde bob and a black dress that probably cost more than my entire existence glided over. “Mr. Vaughan,” she said, her voice a hushed, respectful murmur. “A pleasure.”

Her body in Killian’s arms cooled, pale, silent. He believed she had left him forever. And that belief carved him open deeper than any blade. Only the Moon Goddess knew the truth. Clara had not died, She had been reborn.

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.

Franky stands up from the couch and runs her hand through her beautiful blonde hair. “I know it feels like we are in a W*****d book or something.” Melina chuckles softly at her statement. “Yes, I can’t believe Thomas is the second in command to a mafia.” “Lower your voice, sis; his bodyguard is outside your door. I don’t think Thomas would be happy to find out I told you his real identity.”

For a long while, we simply held each other without moving. The tenderness between us stretched on until the sky outside began to darken. Eventually, Seville carried my now very hungry self into the kitchen to find something to eat. The elderly maid who had raised him scolded him furiously for the first time I had ever seen. “The Madam is pregnant! How could you let her go hungry like that? Even intimacy has to be in moderation!”

I nodded, not trusting my voice. ⸻ Later that night, Lila dragged me up to her room pink walls, too many pillows, and fairy lights that looked like bottled stars. She plopped on her bed and immediately started typing on her phone, her thumbs moving faster than a wolf chasing prey. I raised a brow. “Who’s got you grinning at your screen like that?” She froze mid type. “Nobody.” “Uh-huh. Sure.” Her cheeks flushed. “Okay, fine. He’s not nobody. But he’s… not from our pack.”

Knowing she feared being hit with the vase, she was most likely to attack me should I dare to drop the vase before leaving. I rushed to the guest room and shut the door. I owned the mansion, yet I had no peace of mind. Restlessness and chaos both combined forces to frustrate me. I was slowly becoming a shadow of myself. I was living inside my house like a slave; something that never happened while I was still married to my ex-wife. To date, I still can't fathom why I ended things with my first wife. Despite her plea for a possible comeback, I treated her like rubbish.

I hurried toward the couch and placed the package on the table, forgetting all about the ridiculous blanket around me. I tore it open and pulled out the first novel. Then the second. Then another. My eyes widened when I saw the familiar cover buried underneath the others. "No way!" I picked it up so quickly that I almost dropped it. "Part two!" I squealed, staring at the title with wide eyes. It was finally here. The second part of the romance novel Maya and I had been waiting for. "We've been waiting for this forever," I whispered excitedly, turning the book over in my hands.