Novels by Oathpen

Ava's perspective The stillness in the room was louder than any cry. Two babies. One cradle. One memory. My hands trembled. "Say it again," I whispered. "You left me," the child repeated. His voice, ancient and resonant with agony, jarred something loose within me. I caught glimpses of terror. Blood on the hospital bed. Caleb's name was whispered once. Not Liam. Caleb. Damian Point of ViewThe air in the room felt dense, like if you were trying to breathe underwater. Ava stood frozen in place, her gaze fixed on the child that wasn't ours—or was supposed to be. The other baby, Liam, slept soundly in Rachel's arms on the threshold. What about the baby in the crib? He was awake. And he knew things. Things he shouldn't know. "You made a deal," the boy said softly, turning to face me. I froze. "What deal?" He tilted his head. "Forget her." "To forget me." Rachel Point of View The silence between Ava and Damian felt unsettling. "You need to take a step

Ava Point of View The door groaned as I pulled it open. It smelt of lavender and death. My old room is stuck in time. The wallpaper had not peeled. My childhood books were still arranged on the shelf. The ballerina lamp on the nightstand gleamed dimly, as if it had just been turned off. I stepped inside. The door slammed shut behind me. Rachel Point of View "Ava!" I hammered on the door, attempting the handle. It would not budge. "Open the door!" No response. Then I heard her voice: garbled, muttering something. But she was not speaking to me. Ava Point of ViewShe stood in a far corner. A woman wrapped in gloom, her face obscured by smoke and memory twisted together. But I knew who she was. My Mother. But she didn't look right. Too tall. Too still. "Hello, Ava." Her voice like mine. Except that they are older. Sharper. Worn down by ages of secrecy. "I've missed you," she said. "I've missed you, too," I said quietly. "But you're not real."

Damian's POV I didn't think; I just moved. Swept Liam into my arms and rolled us to the floor behind the sofa, heart pounding like a war drum. The broken glass crunched under heavy boots. Whoever was inside was not there to steal. They came for something different. "Ava!" My voice was drowned out by the silence. Then—bang—a lamp fell to the floor. Ava appeared at the hallway door, pallid, her eyes wide with rage and terror. She held Liam's iPad like it was a weapon. And behind her. A woman. Tall, elegant, blonde.And for a split second, I believed it was Rachel. But it wasn't. It was someone far worse. Ava Point of Views I could not breathe. The woman standing in the doorway was actually a mirror. Not only similar. Identical. She looked at me with the same brown eyes I saw in the mirror every day, but hers were colder. Sharper. "Who are you?" I whispered. She smiled. "Don't you recognize your other half, Ava?" My world shifted. "Adrian

Ava Point of ViewsThe safehouse smelled like lemon disinfectant and old memories. Damian stood shirtless by the window, his wounds newly treated, sunshine illuminating his flesh like a masterpiece. He seems almost... calm. But calm with Damian Cross was like spring in New York: beautiful, transient, and never far from another storm. "Say something," I muttered. He turned, his gaze finding mine. "I can't stop thinking about what I forgot." "You're remembering more?"He nodded slowly. "Bits and pieces." The wedding. Your eyes brightened up when you saw me in that suit. The baby shower. "The fight prior to the crash..." I flinched. "What fight?" His jaw clenched. "You asked me to leave my family business. I stated I couldn't. "You mentioned you were pregnant." My breath caught. "And?" “I left.” Silence. "I walked out," he whispered. "And the next day, I crashed." Damian Point of Views Ava's face contorted with misery, but she did not weep. She neve

Ava's perspective. My lungs tightened as I dashed down the corridor into the nursery. Liam's monitor hummed with static, and Landon's scream still echoed in my ears. I pushed the door open so hard that it crashed against the wall. Empty. Crib remains undisturbed. Stuffed animals are perfectly organized. Not a single hair is out of place. But Landon was gone. I surveyed the room—closet? Empty. Under the bed? Clear. Bathroom? Nothing. "LANDON!" I yelled, my chest squeezing with a mother's panic that overwhelmed all logic. My fingers rushed across my phone's screen. Call Damian."Pick up." Pick up. Damian—" "Ava?" His voice was breathless and harsh. "He's gone!" I cried. "Landon! "I swear he was in his crib, and now—" "I am on my way. Lock the doors. You should not trust anyone. I'll phone Marcus and warn the guards—" The call was dropped. There is no more sound. My reflection in the nursery mirror trembled, hollow-eyed and with ragged breath.

DAMIAN Point of ViewManhattan's skyline burnt gold as the sun sank, but my world had never felt darker. The past was pushing its way into the present, destroying everything I'd built with Ava. Lucas had returned. Rachel had a child—my child, apparently. And Liam? I was barely hanging on to who I used to be, let alone who I was supposed to become. But Lucas made one error. He expected me to play by his rules. Not anymore. "Your meeting is confirmed," Marcus stated as he entered the study. "Lucas wishes to meet at The Black Moth. Discreet. Private room. "No media."The black moth. An exclusive gentlemen's club where CEOs shared secrets over $100,000 scotch. Fitting for a serpent like Lucas. "Tell security I want eyes on every entrance," I informed them. "No surprise. "Not this time." Marcus nodded and departed without saying anything else. Across the room, Ava leaned against the bookshelf, arms crossed, phone flashing in her fingers. She had not said much sin