Vanished Without Trace Novels & Stories

Luisa Jenkins at eighteen discovered that she was pregnant and had no idea who the father was. She only knew his face and his name. Two years later she came back to the city to set her life back to normal with her baby - Chris. She got a job as a maid in the Sanchez's mansion, only to discover that Kingston Sanchez the most eligible bachelor was the father of her baby. Fear of having her baby snatched from her would make her keep the baby's identity a secret. Kingston had been looking for the lady he had a one-night stand with, only to discover that she had vanished into thin air. Two years later, she was standing in his mansion as a maid, served to him on a platter of gold.

On the day before the Christmas holidays start, my wife, Irene Owens, intends to promote me and give me a raise in order to celebrate my feat of closing a hundred-million-dollar deal. But her assistant, Cody Harrington, purposefully feeds her some cake. Irene, who's known to be a germaphobe, doesn't show any trace of disgust as she subconsciously accepts the spoon, which is tainted with Cody's saliva, into her mouth. The employees begin cheering for them on the spot. Some ask if they are about to get married. Not only does Irene not refute those questions, but she also promotes Cody to a department manager on the spot. When a colleague next to me realizes how silent I've been, he nudges me in the side. "Hey Seb, you're the veteran employee who's stuck by Ms. Owens' side for so long. Why aren't you reacting to the news?" I merely sneer as I toss my share transfer agreement to Cody. "A promotion isn't enough, is it? You can have these shares as your wedding gift."

“I’ll give you anything you want but you need to leave.” Daniel muttered to me the second time making my leg wobbled, I fell infront of him. He looked at me but no trace of concerns in his eyes. “Cynthia, you should name your price and leave as soon as possible.” he muttered, his voice filled with so much ease as if I meant nothing to him all these years—as if the whole three years of being together were absolutely nothing! After begging frantically, he threw a cheque at me, his eyes impatient. With tears in my eyes, I looked at Daniel but he didn't even budge. Slowly, I picked myself up, took my box, tore his cheque to his and left his home—if he could threw me out even after three years of peaceful marriage then he could as well hold his cheque. I didn't marry him for his money and I'd prove to him that I was worth more than the money on his cheque.

The ER had taken in over a dozen patients on New Year's Eve. Yet, my widowed sister-in-law had called my husband into the on-call room to breastfeed him. When I caught them in the act, Diana hurriedly straightened her rumpled top, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Amber, please don't get the wrong idea. I was treating Elliot! He thinks I'm his late mother. He comes to me to relive his childhood every night. I've gotten used to it." Elliot Cladwell showed no trace of guilt as he remarked, "Diana has been doing everything she can to help me with my adult attachment disorder. As a doctor, you of all people should understand." I smiled and quietly stepped aside, giving them space. What I didn't say was that I had just activated the system's wish-granting function. Since Diana wanted so badly to be his dead mother, I might as well help her fulfill that wish.

With Valentine’s Day approaching, my husband, Edwin Welles, finally freed up his schedule and agreed to spend the holiday with me. I joked that he must be the busiest man in the world. After all, the acting chairman had no time for the actual chairman. However, as soon as we entered the cinema, his phone rang. With just a single glance at the screen, a trace of panic appeared on his normally composed face. “Honey, a serious problem has come up with the tech project. I have to go back and deal with it.” I watched him walk out through the ticket checkpoint. The surrounding noise of the crowd made my chest feel tight. All of the company’s tech projects utilized my father’s patents. He was the dean of the top research institute and the company’s chairman, yet he had not received any news of a problem. What could Edwin, a research novice, possibly need to go back to handle? I opened the phone tracker app and followed him. I would just have to see for myself what this “serious problem” really was!

At my five-year mating anniversary celebration, my best friend who had vanished years ago suddenly appeared with a six-year-old child. The child's father was my mate, Alexander, I am the Alpha King's only daughter. Alexander was one of the top five Alphas in the northern territories. He pursued me for five years before I agreed to bond with him. We even had an adorable four-year-old daughter together. Yet my mate not only refused to explain his betrayal, but now he expected me to accept my friend and her child into our home. He favored the illegitimate son in everything, even allowing him to harm our daughter. When I finally rejected him and found a new father for my daughter, he used the entire Stormfang Pack to try to win me back.

“Try,” he says, lips curled into a wicked grin—fangs gleaming, eyes glowing with hunger. “Run for me. Let’s see how far you get.” Elizabeth’s world shatters the moment her mother marries the one creature she’s feared her entire life—a vampire. Worse, it’s him. The monster who tore her father apart and vanished into the night. She swore she’d expose Damien for what he is, break whatever dark spell he’s cast over her mother, and burn his world to the ground. But nothing could’ve prepared her for him—dangerous, devastating, and sinfully charming. Because Damien isn’t just a monster. He’s temptation wrapped in shadows. And hating him was easy—until he made her want him.

Alana Adinegara lost everything—her family, her wealth, her dignity—crushed by the schemes of Ratna Prameswari. Just when despair was about to consume her, fate brought back Sagara Haksa Sanjaya—her first love who vanished years ago, now reborn as the cold, ruthless CEO who holds the city in his hands. Sagara offers to help Alana get her revenge. But his condition is clear: she must belong to him. Caught between hatred, an old love that still burns, and a dangerous game of power, Alana must choose—surrender herself to the man who once shattered her heart, or face her enemy alone. Between dark family secrets and a love that never died, Nayla finds herself trapped in the arms of Mr. Haska—his forbidden touch both dangerous and irresistible.

Bradley Fry, my CEO husband, loves bringing his friends home for meals the most. He claims that this makes them feel like an actual family. As they drink in the feast I've whipped up for everyone, one of Bradley's friends comments smilingly, "I knew that you were a virtuous one, Emily! Now this is how the legitimate wife should act!" My expression doesn't falter as I ask in a half-joking manner, "Oh? Does Bradley have a spoiled and pampered mistress by his side, then?" His friends are stunned by my question. A trace of panic crosses their eyes simultaneously. But Bradley just wraps an arm around my shoulders with a smile. "Don't listen to their nonsense, Emily. Who else is worthy as my wife but you in this world?" As I look at Bradley's nonchalant expression, I just shoot him a smile. But when I leave the room, I dial a number. "Philip, Bradley has cheated on me with another woman. I want him to be locked behind bars for the rest of his life."

After my father died, the illegitimate daughter he had been raising abroad immediately returned to the country to fight me for the estate. Her name was Alma. I was his only legitimate child, and I even had a will on my side. However, I still failed to keep my rightful inheritance. My fiancé Wayne, who could command the entirety of North City with a flick of his wrist, insisted on helping Alma. He stood protectively in front of Alma’s wheelchair and asked me impatiently, “With the money I gave you, you could buy plenty of houses like that. Are you really so heartless? Why would you fight a disabled person over it?” I confronted him, my voice trembling with disbelief. “Fighting? That house is the only thing my mother left me.” In the end, Wayne helped Alma win the lawsuit. He looked at my red, swollen eyes with a trace of guilt and said, “Jocelyn, I’ll make it up to you in the future.” However, I knew then that there was no more future between us.