What Once Was Hers Novels & Stories

I'm able to catch a glimpse of her once more before I get inside and I blush when she mouths to me, 'get that D, babe' I'm hoping on it.

Finally, she wouldn't try to fix something that wasn't hers to fix alone. That afternoon, she sat by the window with her diary. She wrote about her children. She wrote about the things she wanted for herself. She wrote about the woman she used to be before marriage, before responsibilities, before she began measuring her worth by how well she pleased everyone around her. She wanted to meet that woman again. Maybe she couldn't become exactly who she had been. Maybe she had changed too much. But perhaps she could become someone stronger. Someone wiser. Someone who understood that love should never require her to lose herself.

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

How much had changed. She made her way toward the balcony, the place where she had once spent the first quiet hour of every morning. Back then, it had been alive with sunlight, greenery, and soft peace. Now, the space looked abandoned, cold, the plants long gone, the air heavy. And then she heard a coo.

I glimpsed the girl she'd been, full of dreams and untouched by betrayal. And in her, I saw my own reflection—the Tabitha Mead before Asher, brimming with hope and laughing without restraint. Our paths, scarred by betrayal, had led us here, reclaiming ourselves together.

She could kill to join this perfect moment and feel among them, discarding that feeling of loneliness. She did not remember the last time they ever had this moment. She hadn’t spent time with her children like this, just sitting together, her arms holding them as they slept. This sad truth hit her hard in the stomach like a punch. The only moment she had experienced such a moment was at the death of Duke. The stubborn Tyler mellowed down when he heard about his father’s death. He allowed her to him, this was her bittersweet moment. That day brought in a lot of horrible memories . She wasn’t about to burst into tears at that moment so she maintained her calm.

Today, the victory was hers alone. She took a detour on her way home, letting the city lights guide her steps. The wet pavement reflected neon signs, casting long, wavering patterns at her feet. She paused briefly at a quiet café tucked away on a side street. Inside, she ordered a chocolate pastry and a steaming cup of coffee, a small indulgence for a job well done. Sitting by the window, she let herself relax for the first time that day, flipping open her journal to jot down a single, sharp line:

A far cry from the luxury she once flaunted. Her manicured nails, now chipped and uneven, tugged open a suitcase she had not touched in years. Its brass clasps groaned in protest, much like her spirit as she stared at the remnants of her past: fur coats that once turned heads, stilettos with red soles, and designer bags no one dared question for authenticity. All worthless now. She had hawked the most valuable pieces already, fed months of rent into the landlord’s greedy hands, and kept herself fed by pawning memories.

"He said your mother's personal assistants cleared out her suite by noon. The name on the main glass doors is already being changed." I looked down at the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her lavender shampoo, a fragrance that completely neutralized the sterile, chemical memory of the hospital. "Let them change it. That building was a monument to a legacy that required everyone inside it to bleed. It’s not my kingdom anymore." "Does it feel strange?" she asked, her eyes searching mine with that deep, intuitive clarity that always left me completely exposed. "Giving up the Jones empire completely?" I reached down, catching her chin with my thumb, gently tilting her face up until our lip

And when she peered at you, it looked like she were analysing your soul. She's a tall brunette with shoulders back and chin up, and she moved like she was the queen of Lexxton, when she was in her prime though, not now. She'd helped Oliver at the coffee shop, kept the books tighter than a miser’s purse, and somehow managed not to kill any of the moaning customers. Then there was me. Their most prized possession and only daughter. Uh huh, their one and only golden girl. Ha. And their enchanting business was eventually passed down to me.