Switzerland Novels & Stories

“Of course, I love you,” I whispered, my voice trembling with desire as I looked into Gabriel’s intense gray eyes. “But you need to be careful. We can’t let my brother find out.” He pressed me firmly against the wall, his lips brushing my ear. “I’m always careful, my little doll,” he murmured, his voice raw with need. “But right now, this man” he pointed at his hard member “needs to be inside that sweet pu**y of yours.” With a swift, passionate movement, he lifted me and laid me gently on the bed, his deepening as he circled his tongue all over my mouth. Ava Morales returns to Switzerland, haunted by her tragic past. But Gabriel Pierce, her brother’s energetic billionaire best friend, offers her an unexpected escape. As she begins to let go of the darkness and revenge she carried, their deepening connection seems like a new beginning. However, just as Ava believes she has found her haven, a shocking truth about Gabriel threatens to unravel everything she thought she knew. Can she handle the weight of his secrets, or will the revelations destroy her forever?

Emma Chen's world shatters when her father delivers an impossible ultimatum: marry billionaire Alexander Knight, or watch her mother die from cancer. With experimental treatment in Switzerland as her mother's only hope, Emma has no choice but to agree to a contract marriage with a man she barely knows. Alexander Knight doesn't want love—he wants to save his CEO position. After a tabloid scandal threatens his company's reputation, his father demands he settle down or lose everything he's built. A marriage of convenience seems like the perfect solution: two years of pretending, then a quiet divorce. What starts as a cold business arrangement slowly transforms into something neither of them expected. Behind Alexander's icy exterior, Emma discovers a man haunted by loss and trapped by expectations. Behind Emma's defensive walls, Alexander finds a passionate, stubborn woman who challenges him at every turn. As they navigate charity galas, family dinners, and shared late-night conversations, the line between pretending and reality begins to blur. That kiss at their wedding wasn't supposed to mean anything. Living together wasn't supposed to feel natural. And falling for each other definitely wasn't part of the contract. But with a two-year expiration date looming over their heads, both Emma and Alexander must decide: do they protect their hearts and walk away when the time comes, or do they fight for something real? Can a marriage built on a lie become a love worth keeping? Sometimes the best love stories are the ones you never saw coming.

I was vacationing in St. Moritz, Switzerland with my mother when Vivian from the Valenti family office sent me a photo. The woman in it lay on the cold marble floor of the estate, her coat stripped away, her body covered in blood. No one stood near her, as if she had already been set aside like a problem to be dealt with. It was hard to tell if she was still breathing. A voice message followed, her tone sharp and controlled. “Elena, don’t assume that marrying the Don and being called Donna means your small-town family can step onto Valenti property.” “The lakeside estate Mr. Valenti just acquired is a family asset. Letting someone like your mother stay there breaks rules.” “I act on the Don’s behalf. It is my responsibility to remove people who should not be there.” “This is what happens when someone crosses a line.” I went still. Then I looked up at my mother sitting across from me. She held her tea, calm as ever. I lowered my eyes and enlarged the photo. The moment I saw the woman’s face, my chest tightened. It was not my mother. It was Luca’s. I called Vivian immediately. “Have you lost your mind? That’s Luca’s mother.” She gave a light laugh, her tone cool and distant. “Mr. Valenti has always been clear. Your mother is yours. His mother is his.” “The Valenti family does not take in outsiders.” “You may be Donna, but that does not mean your family steps inside with you.”

I used to be the beloved little princess of the Colobo family. Then, on my eighteenth birthday, my father brought home Sophia. She was the daughter of the old friend who had once saved his life. Out of guilt, he gave her a place in our home. Then he gave her my place too. My brother began protecting her and hating me. My childhood friend, Luca Rizzo, fell for her and left me behind. Even my father said Sophia deserved the Colobo name more than I did, though I was his biological daughter. On the day I graduated from college, they broke their promise to me for the ninety-ninth time because of her. I finally lost control. “Am I not your own daughter?” My father pulled Sophia behind him as if I were the danger, then slapped me across the face. “You jealous little thing. I should have given everything to her instead.” My brother looked at me like I was something dirty. “You don’t deserve a place in the Colobo family. Get out.” So I left. They thought I was only throwing another tantrum. They took Sophia to Switzerland to see the snow-covered mountains, certain that silence would teach me to behave. They thought I would calm down, come home, and beg for my place again. But this time, I called the research institute in Australia whose offer I had once turned down for them. “I accept,” I said. By the time the Colobo family realized I was truly gone, my phone number no longer existed. And so did Isabella Colobo.

When I was six months pregnant, I was visiting the hospital when I saw my husband with his childhood friend, who had recently returned to the country. I was left holding my own prenatal checkup report, watching as they celebrated their soon-to-be born child. Still, Kelly Wallace appeared worried and even sounded guilty. "Quentin, you didn't have to come with me—I'm fine alone. If Jolin finds out, she'll definitely have a fight with you. She's pregnant too… it'll affect her mood and the baby." Quentin Smith was confidently nonchalant. "No, she won't—she always obeys me and loves me too much. If she does argue, I'll just divorce her!" My heat broke, tears of misery rushing down my cheek. But it was true. I loved him so much that I couldn't even bear to argue with him and always obeyed him. Even so, that didn't mean I was going to maintain this sham of a marriage after learning about his deceit. Since he didn't want me and our child, then I could raise my baby alone. Wiping away my tears, I called a number I hadn't called for five years. "Dad, can I come home?" "Oh, Jo! You finally called. Of course you're always welcomed home!" Hanging up, I booked a ticket for a flight to Switzerland that was due to depart a week later. I'd be out of his hair, so why was he losing his mind when he couldn't find me?