Novels by Titi_Love

The air in the grand hotel hall that was hosting the campus party crackled with an almost palpable energy.Lizbeth moved through the throng with the practised ease of a hostess. Her smile was bright, her greetings effusive, but behind the polished facade, her mind was a whirlwind of calculations and simmering resentments. Tonight was about more than just a simple college party; it was about subtly manoeuvring pieces on her own personal chessboard.Her gaze, sharp and assessing, swept across the room, finally settling on a figure standing somewhat apart near the ornate bar. Wendy, Dante’s ex-girlfriend, exuded a quiet intensity, a hint of lingering pain, hidden in her eyes.Wendy had arrived with a singular purpose: to see Dante, to gauge the possibility of rekindling a flame she believed had never truly died. Seeing him across the room, laughing with a group of men, a familiar ache resonated within her.Lizbeth, ever the opportunist, had invited Wendy, not as a potential ally but a

The grand ballroom buzzed with vibrant energy, the air thick with the murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses. The party was in full swing, a celebratory affair following the successful signing of a crucial international investment contract. Yet, amidst the revelry, Rich, the company's usually charismatic CEO, stood apart. He was a solitary figure in a dimly lit corner, a glass of amber liquid clutched in his hand, its contents barely touched. The truth was, he hadn't wanted to be here. The weight of the day's intense negotiations still pressed heavily on him, and all he truly desired was the quiet solitude of his home. However, his position demanded his presence, a symbol of gratitude and success for the visiting investors. Across the room, Liana was a whirlwind of practised charm, embodying the role of the perfect hostess. She glided from table to table, her laughter echoing, ensuring her presence was felt by every guest. A carefully cultivated percept

Queen sighed, running a hand through her hair. She had noticed the dreamy look on Megan's and the soft hum on her lips, indicating that something might have transpired that day. She had also missed classes, which had never occurred before."It must be Dante" she guessed."Queen, we cleared things up." She said as she smiled at her friend and explained what happened earlier.Megan's blissful ignorance was starting to grate on her nerves. "Megan," she began again, trying to keep her tone gentle, "I'm just saying, isn't it a little convenient that Dante suddenly has all the answers and Lizbeth is just… a liar?"Megan's smile faltered slightly. "But Queen, he explained everything! He said Lizbeth was just someone his family knew a long time ago, and she's always been a bit… dramatic. He said he told her to stop spreading rumours."Queen raised an eyebrow. "And you believe that wholeheartedly?""Yes!" Megan insisted, her smile returning with a touch of defiance. "Dante wouldn't lie to me.

"Megan, Megan, wait up!" Dante's voice echoed down the hallway.Megan was coming from her room, ready to start her day. She had lessons lined up throughout the day and was already running late for her first class.She rounded the corner and headed to the lecture room when she saw him, Dante. He leaned against the cool, tiled wall, arms crossed, a familiar, persistent look in his eyes. It had become a pattern, this unexpected appearance wherever she went – the library, the cafeteria, even the quiet courtyard where she sometimes ate lunch. He had been stalking her, showing up wherever.A wave of frustration washed over her. Ignoring him had been her strategy, a silent but firm declaration of disinterest. But seeing him waiting there, so deliberately, sent a shiver of unease down her spine. Without breaking stride, she executed a sharp about-face, her heels clicking against the floor as she headed towards the staff room door. She would just pretend that she was there for her lecturer.

Liana stood frozen, her hand pressed against her stinging cheek, disbelief warring with a rising tide of fury. The skin beneath her palm throbbed, a burning heat that mirrored the humiliation flooding through her. A stark red imprint was already beginning to surface, a visible testament to the unthinkable. Her lover, Rich, the man who had never so much as raised his voice to her, the man who had showered her with pampering and indulged her every whim, had actually struck her."What is going on here?" Rich’s voice boomed, cutting through the stunned silence that had fallen over the boutique."Babe… you slapped me? Without even knowing what happened?" Liana stammered, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and outrage.Rich didn't even glance in her direction. His attention was fixed on the manager, the man’s badge a clear identifier amidst the unfolding chaos. "It would be best if you saw for yourself," the manager replied, his tone carefully neutral as he discreetly signalled to sec

Rich stood by his car, his gaze fixed on the endless rows of vehicles filling the mall's expansive carpark. A profound weariness settled over him, a bone-deep exhaustion that transcended mere physical fatigue. He yearned for escape, a desperate urge to slide behind the wheel and embark on an aimless drive, a journey to nowhere in particular, a flight to his own personal Neverland.The memory of his forced marriage to Megan surfaced, unbidden. He had envisioned a life of unrelenting misery, his only solace the sweet affection of Liana, his girlfriend. It was this belief that had fueled his resistance to the marriage, his deliberate refusal to acknowledge the genuine effort Megan had poured into their ill-fated union.But the landscape of his life had shifted dramatically in the few short months since his divorce. The rose that was Liana had inexplicably transformed into a sharp, unforgiving thorn. The woman who had once offered him immeasurable pleasure and comfort had morphed into

The Ball was well underway, and everyone was enjoying themselves except for Damont, who sat gloomily with a glass of champagne in hand. The host took the microphone and cleared his throat to get people's attention."Ladies and gentlemen, the auction is about to begin. The hostesses will pass around the bidder cards to all who wish to participate, which I hope is all of you," he said with a boisterous laugh."Please feel free to bid as high as you can for it is all for a good cause. The items to be auctioned are all on the brochure on your tables".After everything was set in place, the auctioneer took over. The first item to be auctioned was a 17th-century gold coin which would be good for a collectors board.Bidding started at 100,000 dollars and it was mainly the old folks who participated. Frost's father had a whole collection of old coins which were kept, polished in a glass display case.Taking his time, he waited for people to outbid themselves till it got to 3 million dollars a

Vinca knew that this time would come and she thought she had fully prepared herself for an encounter with the two people she considered worse than sewer rats.Giving them a questioning look, she held Frost's hand."Am sorry, but who are you?" she asked innocently, giving them a vague look.That question shook Damont to the core. Was Vinca pretending not to know them? He was her fiancé just until about a few months ago. How could she not know him? Or maybe she had lost her memory after that incident? That would explain why she got engaged to some other man so quickly."Darling, this is Damont. He is the owner of VilaBeau, a company in West and I presume that this is his wife." "I told you about us having a corporation with them," he said hoping that she would be able to withstand the turmoil he knew was going on in her heart. He even felt sorry for putting her through this but it was the first step towards getting back VilaBeau for her.She nodded her head and then turned to them,

Shanice, flustered by her mistake and wrong assumption, took a sip of the champagne to stabilize her pounding heart. It was only now that she realized that Vinca was wearing the gown that Frost had ordered. She also had on the jewellery that she had picked out at Azaeit, so she was sure she also had the shoes too. "I am so stupid. I should have known when the dress didn't get delivered to my place" she thought to herself. She just had to brave the night. Leo got up to go back to his date not wanting to be involved in his boss's drama because he could smell it coming on. "Frost, I'm so sorry. I just assumed that I would be your usual date for the Ball." She said, giving Vinca a meaningful look. "How dare she try to take my place, this flat-faced bed climber" she clenched her fist in anger. Vince completely understood the jab thrown at her and could just hold it in. Shanice was right anyway, she was the third wheel in this equation. She decided to remain oblivious to this and jus

A reporter stepped away from the mayhem to take a call. He didn't believe what his director just said. He had just been fired for gross misconduct and ordered to take the first plane back to West. As he wondered what was going on, several other reporters received calls from their superiors that left them perplexed. They had just lost their jobs without warning and were ordered back to their stations. Only one of them realized with shock that this was the consequence of rattling the lce King. "Are you feeling better?" Frost asked her, giving her a tender hug while rubbing her back. He wanted to rip off the tongues of those rogue reporters who spouted nonsense to his lady but he knew that their hell was upon them. "Frost, who's the lady who followed me to the washroom just now?" Frost beckoned to the bodyguards to come forward. "They are your bodyguards Storm and Carly." He saw the question coming. "I recruited them and they have been by your side ever since we came back from Nice"

The night was lit!! Glamour held hands with elegance, grandeur spoke with gentility, fineness and magnificence defined prominence. It wasn't just about colour and pomp. Money clashed with power to produce an explosive panorama. From the powerful machines that dropped off the glamorous guests to the designer clothes and limited edition accessories, one could feel the power that money held. A luxurious black Rolls Royce pulled up and all cameras focused on it. The customized number plate announced the arrival of Fortlink Enterprise Corporation's CEO. The uniformed chauffeur alighted to open the door for his boss and cameras started clicking. Shiny black shoes followed by long legs stepped down. Frost alighted and straightened his dinner jacket. He was in a midnight blue tuxedo with black satin lapels and a light blue and white pocket square. Touching his bow tie, he opened the back passenger door and extended his hand. Everyone gasped when they saw the lady alighting from the car.

The road leading to Spateg Towers was lit with thousands of tiny fairy lights that were hung on trees, buildings, poles, and anything that was tall enough.Everything was colourful; strands of red ribbons were flapping, and banners with different emblems representing the numerous companies present were flying proudly in the cool of the night.Beautiful flower arrangements from different species were lined by the roadside, and flowers not in season were imported from abroad. The event organizers did not spare on decorations.The red carpet was already laid out, waiting for the distinguished guests to arrive. A band was in place, waiting to start playing once they received the cue from the host. Reporters from major media houses were also braving the cold for scoops that would make major news in a few hours. Bloggers and social media influencers were not to be left behind. This was the main make-or-break event of the year and everyone came prepared.The charity event was being held in