Novels by Luna Writes

Daisy's POV"What on earth is going on here?" I screamed from the end of the office, rushing towards my husband.Liam was holding his jaw, and I could see it turning red from the punch he had just received."Babe, are you okay?" I asked, touching his face carefully, examining the bruise."I'm fine. Don't worry about it," he reassured me, wrapping one hand around my waist, his eyes locked onto mine. His gaze was deep, steady, and unreadable.Before I could say anything else, someone cleared their throat loudly, forcing us to break eye contact. I turned around and saw the entire office gathered, watching the scene unfold like it was some kind of drama series."I guess you don't get paid for standing around, do you? Get lost immediately, or you'll be fired!" I snapped with confidence.At my words, the employees quickly scattered, rushing back to their desks. The only people left were Liam, Trey, and Anna, who had just arrived from the other corner of the hallway."One day here, and your

Liam's POVLiam's Penthouse“What a day it has been, phew,” I sighed, sinking into the leather chair in my penthouse study. I set my phone on the table and bit my lower lip, still thinking about everything that had happened. With a tired swing, I spun the chair around and opened one of the drawers of my desk. There, I found a rare bottle of Dalmore 64 Trinitas—one of only three ever made.I grabbed a glass and poured myself some whiskey, admiring the deep amber liquid as it caught the light. I swirled the glass slowly before bringing it close to my nose, closing my eyes to enjoy the rich aroma of vanilla, caramel, and honey.Taking a sip, I let the warmth spread through me. I tried to focus on the taste, but my mind was racing with thoughts—plans, memories, and the past that never stopped haunting me.Just as I was starting to relax, my phone vibrated. I picked it up.“Hello, Aunty,” I answered cheerfully, hiding the tension in my voice.“How are you, son?” Aunt Emilia’s voice was gen

Daisy’s POVWith my documents in hand, I rushed back home to see Liam. We were done with one part of this strange marriage, and now it was time for the second: the contract. I already had it typed and printed; all that remained was our signatures.“Here we go,” I said as I handed the document to him.He looked at it, then at me. “No falling in love, no kissing, no sex—and we have to live in your home,” he said with a teasing grin as he signed. “I’m pretty sure I can keep my hands to myself, though I’m not sure about you.” He then handed the paper back to me, and I signed too.“Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not my type,” I snapped, handing him a copy. “And yes, I don’t want people suspecting this is fake. I like to interfere in my own affairs.” I paused, then added, “There are many rooms upstairs. Just choose any you like.”---It had been a week since I visited Mr. Samuel, and my inheritance was finally mine. I had secretly organized a board meeting scheduled for today and even hande

Daisy’s POV “Where am I?” I asked, my voice trembling as I looked around the strange room. The walls were soft gray, and the bedspread was a gentle pastel. I blinked slowly, trying to clear the fog in my mind.“What happened to me?” I whispered aloud, trying to remember. I recalled being at Moxy, laughing with friends and drinking with abandon. Then suddenly, everything went dark. I remembered feeling dizzy, men closing in, and a loud commotion—a fight. My memories came in broken pieces, like a puzzle with too many missing parts. But one part was clear: there was a guy, and then the door opened in a flash, catching me off guard.I sat up slowly and squinted at the door. “You…” I said, pointing at the man who had entered just a moment ago.He walked in gently. He wore nothing but a towel around his waist, and water dripped from his chiseled abs. His skin was smooth, and his grey eyes shone with an intensity that made me feel both shy and safe. I closed my eyes briefly at the sight and

Liam's POV I still couldn’t believe how reckless people were in New York. If I hadn’t been there, that old woman could have been seriously hurt—or even worse.“Where to, boss?” my driver asked as I got into the car.“Magic Hour at Moxy Times Square,” I said, loosening my tie. I had some unfinished business to take care of tonight.As we drove through the busy city, I looked out the window. It had been years since I was last in New York. The tall buildings, flashing signs, and crowded streets all felt familiar, yet I sensed that tonight was different. Something told me I might stay here a while.When we arrived, I stepped into the lounge. The sweet smell of fresh flowers mixed with a light scent of vanilla filled the air. The place was just as I remembered—soft velvet sofas, warm golden lights, and large green plants hanging from the ceiling. It felt expensive and cozy at the same time.The moment I entered, my guards spotted me. They quickly walked me to our private table.“What woul

Daisy’s POVI woke up to golden sunlight streaming through my window, the chirping of birds a cruel contrast to the storm raging inside me. My eyes were swollen from crying—a reminder of last night’s betrayal. I dragged myself out of bed, forcing my legs to carry me to the shower. All I wanted to do was scrub away the setbacks.First, it was Mom. Then Dad. And now Trey.The hot water did little to wash away the ache in my chest, but it helped me pull myself together.I looked at my reflection in the mirror, still feeling hopeless. What could I do? Go against the great and powerful Anna and her little pet, Trey? I was wounded, and unlike Anna, I had no money to fight back.Still wrapped in a white towel, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I glanced at it briefly—Nanny Divine. Again. I rolled my eyes and flipped the phone over, ignoring the call.But the buzzing didn’t stop.Without thinking, I picked it up. "Nanny Divine, I thought I made myself—"“Hello, Miss Daisy,” her voice came th