Novels by Siah

The road was dark, and it was very unlikely to walk on the streets with no visible lights. She walked forward with her instincts, having no idea where she was heading. Her heart felt very heavy, and she thought she might die in this lonely and desolate place without any lights. Just then, her vision was blinded by a warm light. She looked up and saw a hand reaching out.With excitement, she raised her hand, trying to touch it, but a hairy and cozy hand pulled her back. She felt that this hand was familiar and stared intently at the person's face despite the darkness around her. That's when she saw him."Asher?" she said with a shocked expression. Just then, she woke up with sweat on her forehead as she stared at her unfamiliar surroundings. She thought for a moment that she had been abducted by Asher, but she quickly realized that she was married to this "monster." Her wedding gown was still on, and it didn't look like it had been touched.She sighed in relief. She heard the

The weather on Juniper and Asher's wedding day was nothing short of perfect, as if nature itself had conspired to bless their union.The clear azure sky stretched endlessly, a pristine canvas devoid of clouds, while the sun bathed the surroundings in a gentle, golden warmth.A gentle breeze rustled through the lush gardens of the venue, carrying with it the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers that adorned the ceremony space.The temperature was comfortably gentle, neither too hot nor too cold, ensuring that the guests felt at ease in their formal attire.As Juniper arrived at the grand entrance of the opulent venue, all eyes turned to behold her breathtaking beauty.She descended from a sleek, midnight-blue Rolls-Royce Phantom, its polished exterior glinting under the soft glow of the chandeliers that lined the driveway.Juniper's radiant presence was matched only by her enchanting attire.She wore a gown that seemed to have been plucked from the celestial heavens themselves.The bodi

Juniper couldn't bear to look at the scene unfolding before her and turned her gaze away."Cole," Sunny called out in a warm voice, trying to get his attention."Yeah," Cole replied, still lost in his thoughts as he had been staring at Juniper."I said I want that set," Sunny reiterated."Okay, honey, let's ask around," Cole replied, his loving expression unchanged as he gently led her toward one of the store's employees.After inquiring, they learned that the jewelry set in Juniper's possession was the last one ordered and wouldn't be available again until next year."I'm sorry, sir, but this set was specifically ordered for Miss Juniper Reed. It's not possible to obtain another one at the moment," the sales clerk explained politely.Upon hearing this, Sunny, who was accustomed to getting what she wanted, began to simmer with anger."Then you will have to get me her set," Sunny demanded."I'm sorry, Miss, that's not possible," the sales clerk reiterated with a calm smile.Sunny, furi

Asher was amused by her facial expressions and couldn't help but smile. "I know what you're thinking. You probably hate my guts now, right?" he asked.Juniper looked at him with a shocked expression. "How..." she began to ask."That's not important. What's important is why I called you here," he said, gesturing to the chair opposite him.Juniper didn't ask anything else and took the seat he pointed at."Your life is pretty messed up, if you ask me. I don't like you very much, but I also hate the fact that your ex-boyfriend is a loser, which triggered me," Asher admitted."He is not my boyfriend," Juniper replied. Asher shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he didn't care about that detail."What I want is very simple. I agreed to this marriage because of my grandparents. I can help you with your crumbling company, and you can help me deal with the pressure from my grandparents," Asher explained."What do you want me to do?" she asked.Asher couldn't help but think that Juniper co

Days had passed since her outburst before Emily. Juniper sat with her parents around the dinner table, wearing a calm expression. She looked nothing like someone who was still going through a breakup. In just a few days, her life had turned upside down, but she didn't have time to care about any of it. Her determination to become powerful and strong fueled her thoughts, leaving little room for anything else.During these few days, she finally got to meet the loving and approachable old matriarch of the Knightley family, Sara. Juniper was a bit awkward around her, not knowing how to react. The old man was the complete opposite, neither smiling nor acting distant towards her. However, the one person she hadn't seen since their first encounter was Asher, and she didn't care as she had other things to worry about.Shane looked at Mark, and they both stared worriedly at their daughter. They had heard about what happened but didn't know what to do in this situation."Juniper, did yo

Juniper stared at Asher, who was smirking at her. She felt in her heart that this person was emanating danger. But her father's words were something she never thought she'd hear."What fiancé? Since when do I have a fiancé I know nothing about?" she asked angrily."Honey, can you calm down? This is unlike you at all," Shane said, trying to keep things calm."I'm glad you noticed that, 'mother.' Or should I call you a devil? What parent would sell their daughter for their own benefit? And you could have done better; you sold me to this worthless piece. You guys have already done your worst. I'm out of here."Before anyone could stop her, Juniper was already outside. She saw an old couple coming toward their mansion, but she didn't have the heart or energy to speak to anyone. She got into her BMW and rode off without a care in the world. What would happen next with her parents was none of her business.Back in the mansion, Mark and Shane were terrified by Juniper's attitude when sh

Vincent’s POVVincent didn’t know why he was following this man.His instincts screamed at him to turn back, to retreat to the world he understood, the world where Stefano didn’t exist. Where his past was nothing more than fragmented nightmares he couldn’t piece together. Where he wasn’t plagued by the nagging sense that he was standing in the presence of someone who once meant something to him.And yet, his feet carried him forward.Stefano, that he apparently once knew, walked ahead of him with a strange mixture of exhaustion and confidence. He looked like hell. Worst that hell infact.He looked starved, like a refined beggar, perhaps a high classed one, skinny and malnourished, Vincent still wondered how on earth he had lost in a brawl to a man like this.Thin, bruised, his clothes worn and slightly tattered, as if he’d been in one too many fights and lost more than he won. His movements were deliberate but heavy, as if his body was weighed down by something more than just fatigue.

Vincent’s POVVincent didn’t know why he was following this man.His instincts screamed at him to turn back, to retreat to the world he understood, the world where Stefano didn’t exist. Where his past was nothing more than fragmented nightmares he couldn’t piece together. Where he wasn’t plagued by the nagging sense that he was standing in the presence of someone who once meant something to him.And yet, his feet carried him forward.Stefano, that he apparently once knew, walked ahead of him with a strange mixture of exhaustion and confidence. He looked like hell. Worst that hell infact.He looked starved, like a refined beggar, perhaps a high classed one, skinny and malnourished, Vincent still wondered how on earth he had lost in a brawl to a man like this.Thin, bruised, his clothes worn and slightly tattered, as if he’d been in one too many fights and lost more than he won. His movements were deliberate but heavy, as if his body was weighed down by something more than just fatigue.

Stefano’s POVStefano pushed himself off Vincent, his muscles screaming in protest. His ribs ached, his knuckles throbbed, and his vision swam for a moment before steadying. He staggered back, bracing a hand against the rough brick wall, exhaling sharply.Vincent lay on the ground, still catching his breath. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his fingers twitching as though itching to grab a weapon, to fight again, but he didn’t. He stayed down, watching Stefano with wary, calculating eyes.Stefano ran a hand through his disheveled hair, wincing when his fingers grazed a forming bruise on his temple. “So,” he muttered, spitting blood onto the rough cobblestones. “A ditch. That’s where you started?”Vincent wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then slowly sat up. He nodded. “That’s all I remember. I woke up five years ago, covered in dirt, with nothing but a name and instincts I didn’t understand.” He flexed his fingers, looking down at them. “I knew how to fight. Knew how to kill.

Teresa’s POVThe flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the walls of her room, the golden glow illuminating the expensive silk drapes and the antique furniture that screamed of power, wealth, and status. Yet, despite the luxury surrounding her, Teresa sat in silence on the edge of her bed, fingers grazing the rim of the wine glass in her hand.She had built an empire, commanded an army, and buried her past beneath layers of ruthlessness. She was Vendetta now. She chose to believe those words, she was what she believed!But some ghosts refused to stay dead.The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the wind outside. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the headboard of her bed.Five years.It had been five years since she had ripped the throne out from underneath Stefano, since she had burned his kingdom to the ground and claimed it as her own. Five years since she had made the hardest choice of her life, choosing power over love, survival over weakness, choosing hers

Teresa’s POV The air in the warehouse was thick with tension, the kind that made men sweat even in the dead of winter. A single dim bulb flickered above, casting uneven shadows on the concrete walls, making the blood already smeared on the floor look darker.The scent of gunpowder lingered from a previous death, this wasn’t the first life taken here today. It wouldn’t be the last.Carlo knelt on the cold ground, arms bound tightly behind his back, his face swollen and streaked with blood. His left eye was nearly swollen shut, his lip split open. Someone had already brutalized him before Vendetta even arrived.But torture wasn’t the punishment. Death was.And Carlo knew it."Please," he gasped, voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. "Boss, please, I... I have a family, I didn’t know... "Vendetta remained silent, watching him from her seat. She wasn’t slouched like a woman at ease, nor was she rigid. She sat perfectly composed, the kind of stillness that was unnatural, a calm demeanour

Stefano’s POVThe alley stank of damp concrete, oil, and the distant tang of blood, maybe his, maybe Vincent’s. The cold night air did nothing to cool the heat surging between them, their breaths coming in harsh, ragged gasps.Vincent wiped his nose with the back of his sleeve, smearing blood across his skin. His dark eyes, once calculating and sharp, held something else now, a flicker of uncertainty, confusion, but mostly, rage.Stefano barely had time to think before Vincent lunged again.This time, it wasn’t about technique. It was raw, feral. A ragged street fight between two men.They crashed into the ground, rolling, fists slamming against ribs, knuckles splitting against bone. The knife Vincent had once held clattered against the pavement, forgotten as they devolved into a savage, desperate brawl.Stefano’s body was screaming at him to stop. His muscles ached, his ribs burned from the hits Vincent had landed earlier, and his breath came out in short, sharp bursts.Too weak.The