Novels by Vivah_writes

A Few Months LaterThe sun cast its golden glow across the sprawling garden, the air alive with the scent of roses and the gentle hum of a string quartet. Frederick stood at the altar, his tailored suit a perfect fit, but it was the warmth in his eyes that truly defined him. This wasn’t just any wedding. It was a second chance—a rekindling of a love that had weathered storms and emerged stronger than ever.By his side stood Ethan, their little groom, looking dapper in his miniature suit. The boy’s chest puffed with pride as he held the rings tightly in his small hands. His bright eyes scanned the aisle with excitement, waiting for the moment his mother would arrive.The guests—all family and close friends—watched in quiet anticipation, their faces lit with joy. Ella, their sweet little bride, stood at the top of the aisle, her flower basket in hand. She giggled as she scattered petals with each step, her white dress billowing gently in the breeze.And then came Samara.Clad in an eleg

Damien stormed out of Caroline's apartment, his mind a whirlwind of anger and regret. He had thought he could control the situation, but Caroline's scheming had unraveled everything. Samara was gone, her trust shattered, and now he stood alone in the chaos he had helped create.As he drove through the city streets, Damien’s grip tightened on the steering wheel. Caroline had pushed too far this time, and he wasn’t going to let her get away with it. He needed to find a way to repair the damage, but what actually could he do to win Samara back? Has he really lost her after all this time of scheming to be with her? Meanwhile, back at Caroline’s apartment, she reclined on the couch, her wine glass in hand, savoring her perceived victory. She had shaken Damien and pushed Samara out of his reach. Everything was the way it should be now. She smiled to herself. If she can't have Frederick, Damien can't have Samara either.----The next morning, Samara woke in Frederick’s arms, sunlight stream

Samara drove aimlessly through the city streets, the cool night air seeping through her car’s cracked window. The confrontation with Damien had left her emotionally drained, but beneath the exhaustion was a strange sense of liberation. For the first time in months, she felt like she was in control of her own story.Her phone buzzed on the passenger seat, breaking her thoughts. She glanced at the screen—Frederick.After a moment’s hesitation, she picked it up. “Hello?”“Samara,” Frederick’s voice was calm but concerned. “Are you okay? You left so abruptly earlier. I was worried.”“I’m... better,” she admitted, her voice soft. “I ended things with Damien.”A pause. “You did?”“Yes,” she said firmly. “I couldn’t stay with him after what I found out.”“I’m proud of you,” Frederick said after a beat. “It takes strength to walk away from something that isn’t good for you.”Samara swallowed the lump in her throat, grateful for his unwavering support. “Thank you, Frederick. I don’t know what

Frederick opened the door almost instantly when Samara knocked, as though he’d been waiting for her. His expression shifted from concern to alarm when he saw the tears streaking her face and the phone clutched tightly in her hand.“Samara, what happened?” he asked, stepping aside to let her in.She walked past him, her body trembling with the effort to stay composed. “I was right,” she said, her voice breaking. “Caroline… Damien… they’ve been working together this whole time.”Frederick frowned, shutting the door and guiding her to the couch. “What do you mean? What did you find out?”Wordlessly, Samara unlocked her phone, pulled up the video, and handed it to him. She couldn’t bear to watch it again, but the sound of Damien and Caroline’s voices filled the room, each word cutting deeper than the last.Frederick’s jaw tightened as he watched. By the time the video ended, his hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles white. “Unbelievable,” he muttered, his voice low and furious. “Th

Frederick’s hand covered hers, his touch steadying. “Samara, Damien isn’t the kind of man I’d trust with anything important. But this... this also sounds like something Caroline would orchestrate. She’s manipulative, and she’ll do whatever it takes to get what she wants.”“But what if he’s lying to me, Frederick?” she whispered. “What if everything we’ve built is a lie?”Frederick hesitated, his grip tightening slightly. “Then you deserve to know the truth. You don’t have to make any decisions tonight, Samara. Take your time. Don’t let them rush you into anything.”She looked at him, her eyes searching his face for reassurance. “I don’t know where to go from here.”He gave her a faint, bittersweet smile. “You’re stronger than you think. You’ll figure it out.”Samara felt a sudden rush of gratitude for him. Despite everything they’d been through, Frederick was still there for her, steady and unwavering. She leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder as the weight of the eveni

Samara sat frozen in her chair, the café's lively atmosphere fading into the background. Her mind replayed Caroline's words, the images she had shown, and the implications they carried. The thought that Damien might have been working with Caroline all along made her stomach churn.Gathering herself, she took a deep breath and stood. She couldn’t let Caroline get to her—not without hearing Damien's side of the story first.---Later that evening, Samara sat in the living room, her arms crossed as she waited for Damien to return home. The engagement ring on her finger seemed to burn against her skin, a symbol of trust she now questioned. The door clicked open, and Damien walked in, his usual confident stride faltering when he saw her expression.“Samara?” he asked, setting his briefcase down. “What’s wrong?”She stood, holding her phone tightly. “Caroline,” she said flatly.His brows furrowed. “What about Caroline?”“She met with me today. She showed me pictures, Damien. Pictures of you

The dim light of the bedroom cast shadows on the walls, and the world outside seemed to fade away as Jack gently set me down on the bed. His touch was tender, his gaze unwavering as if he were memorizing every detail of this moment.“Sophia...” he whispered again, his voice a mixture of longing and restraint.I reached for him, pulling him closer, silencing his hesitation with another kiss. The intensity grew, and for a while, everything else ceased to exist—no secrets, no lies, no guilt. Just us.My breath hissed in wonder at the sensation of him inside me, it has been a while since we were together like this. It had been a very long time since i'd been on top, and I liked it. I rocjed my hips down over his cock, and got rewarded by a low grunt from Jack. Encouraged, I swirled my hips over his in circular motions that reminded me how big he was, how well he filled me, how good he felt inside me. My hands moved to his chest, teasing his nipples as I rocked gently atop him."Touch me,

Jack guided me to the couch, his arm still loosely wrapped around my shoulders. The weight of the world felt lighter in his presence, even if only for a little while.“I told her, Jack,” I said softly, breaking the silence. “About my feelings for you. About us... and now she’s demanding I keep the baby and do whatever she says.”He let out a low, frustrated sigh. “Karen doesn’t forgive easily. She’s definitely up to something.”I nodded, tears welling up again. “I don’t know what to do. I agreed to her terms because I just wanted her to stop looking at me like I’m a stranger, like I ruined everything.”Jack leaned back, running a hand over his face. “Sophia, you didn’t ruin everything. I—” He stopped, his jaw tightening. “I should’ve stopped this before it got to this point. You’re in the middle of a storm I helped create.”I reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly. “Don’t do that. We’re in this together. I don’t regret the baby or what we had, Jack, no matter how complicated thing

I sat nervously at the edge of the couch in the living room, my hands trembling as I waited for my mother to join me. I had pleaded with her to have a word. All through last night I couldn't sleep, I couldn't bear the fact that my mother was hurting because of me and my selfish actions.The air was thick with tension, and as the door to the living room creeked opened, my heart jumped. When Karen finally walked in, her presence was as commanding as ever—poised, but her eyes sharp and unreadable.Karen’s gaze swept over me, lingering for a second too long before she sat across from me. “What is this about, Sophia?” she asked coolly, folding her hands akimbo.I swallowed hard, suddenly unsure of how to begin. “Mom... I wanted to talk about everything. About the baby. About us.”Karen’s lips thinned, but she didn’t interrupt.“I’ve been thinking,” I began, my voice faltering. “I’ve been thinking about what you said, about how I’ve hurt you, how I’ve destroyed everything.” I hesitated, wa

Jack’s face hardened, and he took a step toward her, but Karen held her ground. “This isn’t just about you, Jack. You don’t get to ruin our family, and then sit there and act like it’s all just going to blow over. You have no idea what this has done to Sophia—what this is doing to me.”“I didn’t mean for it to get this far,” Jack muttered, his voice quieter now, though there was no apology in it.Karen shook her head, her heart racing with the pain of it all. “You never meant for it to get this far, Jack. You had an affair with my own daughter, under my very nose and you're acting like you had no choice. But you had choices. You always had choices.”Jack’s jaw tightened as he looked at her. “I didn’t ask for this. But I didn’t want to lose you. I didn’t want to lose Sophia. And now I don’t know what to do.”“Well, you don’t have to worry about that anymore,” Karen snapped, stepping back, her hand pressed to her forehead as she tried to hold back tears. “I don’t know who you are anymor

I retreated to my room, the weight of my mother’s words pressing down on me like a suffocating fog. Her anger was justified, her pain palpable. I wanted to undo everything, to take back the confession that had shattered her world, but it was too late.The house was so quiet, every sound seemed amplified—the creak of the floorboards, the tick of the clock, the low hum of the refrigerator. It was suffocating.I sat on my bed, staring at my phone. Then I decided to call Jack. The secret we’d kept for so long was no longer just ours.My hands trembled as I dialed his number, he was just doors away but I couldn't face him to tell him what I had done.“Jack,” I whispered, my voice shaky as soon as he picked.“Sophia,” he said, his tone laced with tension. “What’s wrong?”“I told her,” I admitted, my throat tightening.There was a pause, and then, “You what?”“I told my mother everything,” I said, my voice breaking. “About us. About the baby. She knows, Jack.”I heard him inhale sharply, fol

The air in my room felt suffocating, my mother's confession still hanging thick between us. Her revelation stirred a storm of emotions—shock, confusion, and the tiniest glimmer of guilt. She was questioning her choice to stay with Jack, and all I could think about was how precarious our lives were, balanced on the edge of lies and hidden truths.Karen’s gaze softened as she studied me. “Sophia, I didn’t mean to overwhelm you with all of this tonight. I just... I didn’t want to keep you in the dark anymore.”I nodded faintly, though her words barely registered. My mind was already spinning with the implications of what she’d said. If she was doubting her commitment to Jack, it could mean an escape for both of us. Jack would no longer have to deal with the blackmail, and I could—what? Come clean? Start fresh? And possibly, with Jack by my side.The thought sent a chill down my spine. It wasn’t that simple.Karen reached out, her hand brushing against mine. “I just want us to be okay, So

Every breath was a moan, Victoria titled her hips up, desperately needing to be filled. The shame was gone, she wanted him inside her. But sadly some other woman was the one getting the nine inches she knew so well.Victoria closed her eyes and imagined Nelson with her, lowering his body along hers, then his hands spread her legs wide apart, and before then she imagined his tongue against her most intimate of places. She surged forward against the mattress with a loud cry, and kept going as he continued licking her up.The feeling was familiar and exotic, the very reason she had always found it hard to totally turn her back on Nelson. In no time, she came loudly, her nails scratching against the bedsheet, and her body bucking uncontrollably.As she laid her head on her hands, she knew she wasn't done with him yet. Her insides still needed to be filled with his hard cock.Moments later, the hard length of his cock slid into her moist cunt. Victoria moaned as he pushed inside, one thick

Mildred hesitated for a moment, but then forced a calm smile. "Alright, Nelson," she said lightly. "Lead the way."He gestured for her to follow him, his movements sharp and commanding. As they made their way through the house, Mildred's mind raced. She knew that upstairs cry had to mean Victoria—or someone else—was being held against their will. She just needed to figure out how to confirm it and get the information back to Gerald without raising Nelson’s suspicions.Nelson led her into his study, a dark room lined with shelves of expensive leather-bound books and decorated with an air of superiority. He moved behind the massive oak desk and sat, gesturing for her to sit opposite him.Mildred took the seat, her back straight and her hands folded neatly on her lap. She could feel his eyes on her, trying to read her thoughts. She met his gaze with a composed smile."Now," Nelson said, leaning back in his chair, "tell me why you're really here. Spare me the act, Mildred. You're not one

As they dragged Becca toward the door, her eyes darted around the room, searching for anything she could use to defend herself, but she couldn't find any. So she kicked at the man’s shin, earning a grunt of pain but her defiance only seemed to fuel their aggression. “You’re going to regret that,” one of them snarled, grabbing her again with more force. This time, they didn’t hesitate. They bound her wrists with a zip tie and pulled a dark cloth bag over her head, plunging her into darkness. Becca’s breathing quickened as she felt herself being lifted and carried out of the room. Her muffled cries for help echoed in her own ears, but no one came to her rescue. Her mind raced with fear and determination. She couldn’t give up. Not yet. She had to believe that someone—Mildred, Victoria, anyone—would come for her. As the men loaded her into what felt like a vehicle, the sound of the engine roaring to life drowned out her muffled sobs. The vehicle jolted forward, carrying her away

Victoria sat on the couch, her chest heaving as pain radiated through her ankle and tears blurred her vision. Her thoughts swirled in a chaotic storm, but one thing was clear—she couldn’t give up.She needed another way to reach Gerald. She didn’t know how, but she would find one. Cherish was out there, scared and alone, and her daughter needed her to be strong.Gingerly, Victoria shifted her leg, testing the limits of her injury. The sharp sting confirmed what she already knew—it was bad, but she’d have to push through. She glanced toward the door Nelson had disappeared through. His shadow loomed over her life, controlling her every move.She clenched her fists. Not for much longer.Her eyes darted around the room, searching for anything that could serve as a weapon or a means to call for help. Her gaze fell on a table lamp. It wasn’t much, but it was heavy and could buy her a chance to escape if Nelson returned and got too close.Victoria reached for the lamp, her fingers brushing i

Victoria’s mind raced. She had to act fast, but she needed help. But who could actually help her? Her phone suddenly buzzed in her hand. She looked at it and saw a call from Gerald. With trembling hands, she picked the call, her heart pounding as she waited to hear the worst news ever. “Toria,” he whispered urgently when the call connected, “It's Cherish. She… she has been taken.”Victoria's sharp intake of breath was audible through the line. “What? How did it happen? Are you okay?”“I don’t know,” Gerald said, his voice breaking. “Last I remember, I was hit hard on the head. I woke up now and Cherish and her nanny are nowhere to be found.""It's Nelson." She told him immediately."How do you know?" he asked."He told me, though i thought he was bluffing." she answered, her eyes darting towards the direction Nelson had gone, hopin he wasn't listening on their conversation."I'm going to call the police on him." Gerald said firmly."No..." Victoria pleaded, "Please don't, he is goin

Victoria’s grip on the bag tightened as her mind scrambled for an explanation. The room felt suffocating under Nelson’s piercing gaze, his calm demeanor unnervingly deceptive.“I… I was just… taking some things to Gerald’s for our daughter,” she stuttered, forcing a shaky smile. “She’s been feeling down lately. I thought I’d spend the night with her.”Nelson’s eyes narrowed slightly, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. He stepped closer, his imposing presence filling the room. “Cherish's feeling down, huh?” His tone was conversational, but there was an unmistakable edge to it. “Funny, you didn’t mention anything about this earlier.”Victoria swallowed hard, her heartbeat thunderous in her ears. “It just came up,” she said quickly, trying to steady her voice. “Her nanny called while I was out.”Nelson tilted his head, studying her like a predator sizing up its prey. “And you didn’t think to tell me before packing up and sneaking out in the middle of the night?”“I wasn’t