Novels by anneseluvumore

Gypsy couldn’t hold back the flood of tears as she stood beside Drake, her heart pounding with a mix of anguish and hope. Every drop that slid down her cheeks carried the weight of fear—the terror of losing the one person who meant everything to her"I love you too, Drake," she whispered, her voice trembling, thick with sorrow and devotion. As Drake pulled her into his embrace, the world around them seemed to blur, as if nothing else existed beyond the warmth of his arms.Her chest tightened as her gaze traveled over his bruises, the angry red gashes painting his skin—cruel reminders of the accident that had nearly taken him from her. The mere thought of losing him made her breath hitch in her throat."Drake, we have to get you to a hospital," she urged, desperation lacing her tone. She needed to know he was going to be okay. She couldn’t bear another second of uncertainty.Around them, the gathered witnesses shared in her pain. The sight of their once unshakable Gypsy, the girl who h

Tomorrow, Gypsy would be leaving for the States. The weight of that reality pressed down on her like an unbearable storm, suffocating in its finality. She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the open suitcase in front of her, her fingers trembling as she folded each piece of clothing. The fabric felt foreign in her hands, as if they belonged to a version of herself that no longer existed. She was bringing so little, yet it still felt like too much—too many remnants of a life she had to leave behind, too many reminders of what was lost.As she zipped up the suitcase, the silence in the room became deafening. It was a silence thick with unspoken pain, filled with ghosts of laughter, whispered promises, and a love that once felt unbreakable. Her chest tightened, and though she tried to hold it in, the tears came anyway. Hot, unstoppable, searing against her cheeks. She let them fall. She had to.And then there was him.Drake.His name was a whisper in her mind, a bittersweet ache that

Drake had no choice but to return to the office, yet hope still burned within him. Despite everything that had happened, he refused to believe that all was lost. There had to be a way—some path that would lead him back to Gypsy. He could feel her slipping away, distancing herself from him more and more with each passing day, but he wasn’t ready to let go. Not yet. Not without a fight.The thought of never seeing her again, of never having another chance to make things right, gnawed at his soul. He couldn’t allow their story to end this way. With desperation simmering in his chest, he reached for his phone and dialed a familiar number.After a few rings, Mrs. Cameron, Gypsy’s mother, answered."Yes, Drake? What’s the problem?" Her voice carried a weight, a quiet sadness that spoke of a mother’s deep understanding."I wanted to discuss the arranged marriage," he said, his throat tightening. He had never imagined this conversation would be so difficult, yet here he was, forcing the words

Gypsy had so many plans for the day, yet she put everything on hold. She even asked their housemaid to accompany her to the grocery store to buy the necessary ingredients. Today, she wanted to cook for Drake. She knew how hectic his schedule was at the office, and she thought it would be best to bring him food when she visited. The meals she had prepared weren’t just ordinary dishes—they were special recipes crafted with love and devotion. She had even spent hours learning how to perfect his favorite adobo through YouTube tutorials.With a heart full of excitement, she got ready, packed the homemade meal into a lunchbox, and set off.As soon as she stepped into the towering building of Drake’s company, she felt a surge of confidence. The security guard and several employees who recognized her greeted her warmly. She responded with a sweet smile, her heart swelling with happiness. Today, she felt exceptionally beautiful, and the world seemed to reflect that feeling right back at her.Ho

[Veronica's PoV]"Gypsy."Veronica turned sharply at the sound of the name. As the day of mourning continued, the funeral was finally reaching its conclusion. This was the last time they would see Mrs. Mortel, the final farewell before she was laid to rest forever. The air was thick with grief, but Veronica had something else on her mind.She knew Gypsy was jealous of her—jealous because she had been by Drake’s side throughout this ordeal. Gypsy didn’t know that she and Drake were cousins, and judging by the way she kept glaring at her, it was obvious what she was thinking. She probably assumed that there was something romantic between them. Veronica smirked. If that was what Gypsy wanted to believe, then so be it.As Gypsy walked away after saying her goodbyes to her mother, Veronica took a step forward, calling out, "Wait."Gypsy hesitated but eventually turned around, her expression unreadable."You’re Gypsy, right? I’m Veronica" Veronica asked directly, watching the way Gypsy’s eye

Gypsy knew that Drake was busy, but this was important—she was leaving for the States soon. She called him again, hoping he would finally agree, but his response remained the same. He turned her down once more. A lump formed in her throat as disappointment settled deep in her chest. Was he avoiding her? She had invited him to dinner several times, wanting to tell him something in person, but each time, he refused. This was the first time he had ever rejected her, and it stung more than she expected.More than that, it took him hours to respond to her calls and messages, as if she were no longer a priority. Was he growing tired of chasing her? Was he no longer the man who used to move heaven and earth just to be with her? Gypsy had finally gathered the courage to open up about her feelings, but it seemed like it was too late. Maybe Drake had already lost interest in her.Yet, deep inside, she was sure he still loved her. She could feel it. She held onto that belief, convincing herself t