Novels by ThePurpleRune

AYRA ~ The Smith's Residence ~ I walk into the Smith estate—one of the few things my father could still save with the sorry-ass state of his business. I guess he got all the bad karma for being a shitty father and an even shittier spouse. I wonder how he sleeps at night, knowing the reason my mum is currently lying on that hospital bed in a coma is because of him—because of the secret family he had with his so-called true love. “You dare sabotage your sister out of jealousy?” His voice boomed across the room the moment he laid eyes on me. What a warm welcome. “Now we're calling the truth sabotage? Ask your sweet princess if I’m right or not,” I said, throwing him a dirty look. “You've always had everything, Ayra. Can’t you let go of these little things? And now you just publicly announced that you’re going back to acting, when you know Jessica just got a small role in a movie. Must you be this vile?” he snapped, furious. At this point, I can’t even say I’m shocked. I’ve

AYRA I woke up with eyes burning into my soul. My amazing partner from the previous night looked at me with a blank expression on his face. I jumped out of bed as I realised how late I was going to be. I needed to leave before 10 p.m., and the time was nine. As I grabbed my dress, I felt a tug against it.“You’re just leaving without a word?” His voice broke me out of my rush. I turned to give a blank stare. “Yes, I am. I need to leave now,” I said. “Hand me my dress.” I stretched out my hands expectantly.He stood up, and for a second I thought he was going to hand it to me—but he ignored me. “What’s the rush? Got someone waiting for you at home?” he questioned, one brow raised. “I don’t need to explain myself to you. And besides, why do you care? You’ve done your job already. I’ll pay you—and even tip you extra before I leave. Now hand it over,” I snapped, stepping closer to reach it. He raised the dress above his head and grinned. “Cold and brutal. You’re not even giving m

AYRA He looked at me without saying a word, then broke into a hearty laugh. His voice was warm and deep, and it sent a shiver down my spine. “You have no idea what you’re asking for, do you?” he said. I felt a slight sting of offence. “And what was that supposed to mean?” He took a step closer, his face dangerously close to mine. I could feel the air shift. His presence filled the room. His hand moved to my cheek, stroking it lightly. “I have a good feeling this isn’t your thing because you look like a doe in a den of wolves.” His voice dropped to a quiet, low rumble, making my stomach flip with excitement. I swallowed hard but refused to back down. I was taking charge of my life, and who the hell says I can't be aggressive? I tried to wrap my hands around his neck, but they couldn’t quite reach. As I dragged him closer, in one swift move, my lips crashed into his. His shock was evident—he froze for just a second—but it didn't last. He immediately took control. His hand found

AYRA I was dressed to kill. A hot red dress hugged my body tightly, showing every curve. My hair was slicked into a clean, no-nonsense bun, and my bold heel clicked the tile beneath as I made my way to meet my husband—Chris. Chris and I had been together since we were fifteen. We were what you'd call the perfect love story. Two teenagers who stuck it out until we got married. We were swoon-worthy. I was an actress with a good career and Chris was the son of the Yaldon family. He worked with their transportation subsidiary, climbing the ladder with the kind of ease that came with being born privileged. I clutched a brown document tightly as I walked down the hall of Pearson’s Hotel. This document I held like my life depended on it were divorce papers. For the same man I once called my everything. Do I think I’m crazy? Oh, absolutely. Better to be crazy than easy. You see, I’ve been quiet, demure, and easy for too damn long. When the Yaldon family told me I needed to g