Novels by Esmelda

Sitting by herself in her study, Aurora's laptop screen's illumination created lengthy shadows that stretched around the space. She hesitated over the "Send" button, her finger shaking on the touchpad, her heart hammering in her ears. There were a number of private photos in a folder called "Dorian – Exposed" that she had laboriously collected over several months. Every picture captured the forbidden moments between Dorian and his mistress, like a shard of glass, cruel and merciless. These were the times that had stoked her suffering and nourished her thirst for vengeance.She had portrayed the loyal wife, the unflappable CEO, and the respectable public figure for years. But treachery had grown like a cancer behind the flawless exterior. The covert looks, the subtle touches, and the whispered secrets had turned into her silent suffering. That pain would be turned into strength tonight. Aurora took a long, trembling breath and pressed "Send."In an instant, the anonymous press release

Aurora has either lost her mind or my ears are no longer working correctly. Because I swear I heard her just say, “Help me break my marriage.” I know something has happened. After her surprise call to the cafe—A day I've been unable to get out of my head. I know her dead weight husband had done something. I just didn't know how serious it is. For Aurora to barge into my office, with red puffy eyes and a determined expression. She's serious but it's going to take sometime getting used to. I close my computer, rise from my chair slowly, and steer her into a seat, before shutting the door. Fetching a glass of water, I press it into her hands and perch on the edge of my desk. “Talk to me.” She wasn't making much sense that day in the cafe and I'm hoping she'll make more sense now. She heaves like she's about to cry but no tears drop from her eyes. I fold my arms to keep from touching her and waiting patiently. I hate seeing her sad or unhappy. I've made it a mission to make her

“Aurora!” “Greg!” The small pudgy man squeezes me in a hug, laughing happily as he lets me go. “It's so good to see you.” “You too.” We sit down at the table on the rooftop of a fancy restaurant, with a wide city view and cool afternoon winds.“After our business last year, I didn't think I'll see you again. I hope there's nothing wrong with the firewall.” Concern flashes in Greg's eyes.The man prides himself in having the best cyber security system and a flaw firewall might give him a heart attack. “No, no,” I swiftly assure him. “Best investment I made. I'm here on a different matter. A personal matter.” Greg’s demeanour instantly changes into serious business. “Go on.” “A man applied for a remote working position in your firm. Dorian...Tempest.” A light frown settles on Greg's face as he pulls out his phone and calls his secretary. After a minute to confirm, Greg hangs up and beams at me. “Yes. Dorian Tempest. He's your husband right? You don't have to worry. I'll give h

I wake up with a start. My dream had been of Dorian walking away from me while I died. There was so much blood. I let out a soft breath and extricate myself from his arms, pushing away thoughts for the dream.He mumbles something, rolls over and continues his sleep. Revulsion burns my skin as recollections of the night we had plays in my mind. I have to, I remind myself. Dorian must never suspect. I slip on my robe and take his phone from the nightstand. With a last glance to make sure he's still fast asleep, I enter the bathroom quietly and lock the door. I have three objectives to get my revenge. Remove him from as beneficiary to my wealth and life insurance. Divorce him. And make sure he bends up in prison. I know it's not going to be easy but I'm prepared. I unlock his phone, feeling ashamed at how happy it had made me when he told me his passwords assuring me he had nothing to hide. I was happy to trust him. Now it makes me equally angry. Sylas has been right not to

“I missed you darling.” Dorian rushes me, squeezing me in a hug I want no part of. I let him hold me for a few more seconds, before distancing myself when I felt his hand start to stray below my waist. “You were gone for such a long time. Everything alright at work?” I nod, moving into the kitchen. “Everything is fine.” He follows, his voice dropping to something I once used to find sexy. “I so desperately want you.” Hatred and anger clouds my judgement for a second and I almost throw a fork at him. “Shut the hell up, Dorian,” I snap. My eye widens as shock crosses his face. I quickly backtrack with a tired sigh. “Sorry, I’m just tired.” He chuckles dryly. “No problem. Your mother called. She said you weren’t picking up and you should give her a call.” My Mother is alive! From how violently I’d died, it skipped my mind that she was actually not dead. That the drunk driver that had killed her a few months after my wedding hasn’t happened. “I’ll go call her now.” I leave the ki

Breathtaking is the word that comes to mind when I spot Aurora enter the cafe. Her red curls bounce around her as her icy blue eyes search the place for me. I take a few more seconds to just admire her. How effortless she looks in simple jeans and a shirt. How radiant her skins glows. My heart swells and thoughts run wild in my head. Thoughts I shouldn’t have about another man’s wife. I lift a hand to catch her attention. Her face breaks into the most affectionate smile that makes my breath hitch when she sees me. She hurries over and I stand to greet her. Only to go rigid as she throws her arms around me. “Sylas,” she says. Her voice is like a siren’s call, tempting me to want her to repeat my name. Then the surprising situation hits me. Why is she here and not with her husband? She had taken a week off for her honeymoon, so her call was the last thing I was expecting. I step back without hugging her back and my eyes reflexively narrow. “What’s wrong?” Has her deadweight husb