Novels by Casper Merci

Aldo’s voice pulled me back to reality. "Mrs. Amato, can we go now?" His tone was gentle, but I could barely process his words. My throat felt tight, my body numb. Without speaking, I lifted my hand, giving him a small wave—my silent signal to leave.But just as Aldo started the engine, something made me turn.And there she was.Beatrice.She stood there, waving at me. But it wasn’t a friendly wave. It wasn’t the kind of farewell shared between family. No. It was a taunting gesture, a silent message that sent shivers down my spine. "Let the torment begin," her smirk seemed to say.A cold dread settled in my chest. I knew that look. I had seen it countless times before—the promise of pain, of cruelty wrapped in a twisted sense of satisfaction.As the car pulled away, the weight of everything crashed down on me all at once. My vision blurred as hot tears welled up, spilling down my cheeks before I could stop them. I curled into myself, my arms wrapping around my trembling body, my nails

I stumbled forward, but before I could regain my balance, my foot caught on something—no, someone. A sharp force sent me crashing to the cold, hard floor, pain jolting through my hands and knees.Laughter rang in my ears, mocking, cruel. I didn't need to look up to know who it was.“Oh, my bad,” Beatrice’s voice dripped with fake innocence. “I didn’t see you coming.”I clenched my fists against the cold tile, my breathing uneven. My body ached, but it wasn’t just from the fall—it was from everything. Every moment of humiliation, every cruel word, every wound she had carved into my past. And now, here I was again, on the floor, beneath her, just like she always wanted.“Mrs. Amato!”Aldo’s voice cut through my spiraling thoughts, and within seconds, he was at my side. His hands reached out, steady, strong, ready to lift me up. But before he could, he turned—his grip latching onto Beatrice’s arm.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His voice was sharp, protective, laced with fury

"How long will it take for my leg to heal, doctor?" A familiar voice said as I stepped into the room, only to freeze in place.Sitting in the chair across from the doctor was none other than my stepsister, Beatrice.My throat went dry. "Emm… good day, doctor. I would like to get my hand checked. I think I broke it after an… incident that happened yesterday," I said, my voice slightly shaky as I tried to keep my emotions in check.The doctor barely glanced at me before turning his attention back to Beatrice. "Miss Beatrice, you need to take your medication daily and avoid any hazardous activities that could put stress on your foot. Another fracture could make recovery more difficult," he advised.Beatrice simply nodded. "Okay, thank you. Bye now, doctor." She stood up, walking right past me as if we were nothing but strangers.I swallowed hard, watching her disappear through the door without even sparing me a glance.Shaking off the uncomfortable tension, I turned back to the doctor. "

And our eyes met."You have to be kidding me, right?" Miss Francisco scoffed as she scanned me from head to toe, her eyes dripping with disdain. Then, turning to Alessandro, she sneered, "You know, Aless, I can't believe that of all the women in the world, you chose to settle for this lowlife." She continued spewing insults, her words laced with venom."Hey! Watch your mouth!" Alessandro's voice thundered through the room. His gaze darkened as he took a threatening step toward her. "Don't you dare—not in your entire life—call my wife a lowlife. If we're being sincere, you are the lowlife here, Francisco. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have gotten this far in your career. You used me—for your own selfish reasons. You’re nothing but a gold digger." He let out a bitter laugh, his fury burning through every word."And now, you come crawling back the moment you hear about my father's death? You thought you could take more from me, didn't you?" His fists clenched at his sides. "I should

I'll get the door!I stormed off before Alessandro could make another move, my heart pounding in my chest. I needed an escape, even if just for a moment. But as soon as I swung the door open—"Shit! Shit! Shit!"Panic shot through me like electricity. Standing right there, completely unexpected, was Francisco. My breath hitched. My mind raced.No, no, no—think, Antonia! What do I do?!I started pacing in frantic little circles, like a puppy chasing its own tail, completely lost in the sudden chaos."Antonia, open the door already!"Alessandro’s voice cut through my spiral, snapping me back to reality. I turned to see him striding toward me, irritation written all over his face.His eyes flickered toward the CCTV screen, where Francisco’s image was displayed. The second he saw her, Alessandro’s jaw tightened. His entire demeanor shifted."No, no, no! So I can't have peace and quiet now that she's back?" He muttered under his breath, rubbing his temple in frustration."What are we going

I could feel the weight of every gaze in the room shifting, the tension crackling in the air as Alessandro closed the distance between us."Just close your eyes," Alessandro whispered, his gaze locked onto mine.Before I could even process what was happening, he pulled me in, pressing his lips against mine in a deep, intense kiss. My heart pounded wildly, each beat so strong it felt like it might burst out of my chest. Flashing lights zeroed in on us, the paparazzi catching every moment.Murmurs and gasps rippled through the crowd."Did he just do what I think he’s doing?""Not Francisco? This is pure torture for her.""I’m definitely posting this on my page—my followers will love this!"The voices swirled around us, growing louder by the second. I wanted to stop this, to make it end before things spiraled even further. I gave Alessandro a subtle signal, hoping he’d get the hint.But he didn’t.Instead, he tightened his grip, pulling me even closer. His arms wrapped securely around my