Novels by Meminger

Laura I was in a corner of Albert's party with a glass of sparkling wine in my hand, sitting on one of the corners sofas in the company of Ava while she was telling me some gossip, and I was wandering around a little distracted, my gaze in the direction of Jason, who was chatting with some of his f

Zoey The party was in full swing. I didn't know what impressed me more: the undeniable luxury of the decoration or the people walking around, all of them looking like they came out of a movie. The atmosphere was vibrant, but in an elegant way—a play of soft lights and restrained laughter. The dres

Lindsay Melanie sent me the invitation, but I was so hesitant to confirm my presence at that party because, of course, it was her husband's party, who was Max's best friend, my ex-husband's brother, so I knew Gideon would be there. Zoey didn't need convincing; as soon as she received the invitatio

Zoey It was a cold night, but somehow, the anticipation I felt made the environment feel welcoming. Laura, always so generous and friendly, invited me to her brother Albert's birthday party. He was in his 30s, and from what I knew, he was always surrounded by a class of people I only saw in movies

Laura “Oh, my God! You guys are so beautiful tonight.” It was Melanie who was approaching us to hug us. Jason and I had just gotten out of our car parked in front of the Williams mansion, a very ostentatious place. To tell the truth, that mansion was the place where my father was born and raised, s

Laura “Hello, Laura! You received the invitation, right?” I heard Melanie's voice on the other end of the line. In the last few days, they only talked about this party she was preparing for her husband's birthday. “I did receive the invitation, and allow me to say that, aesthetically, it’s beauti

Lilian POVI woke up slowly that morning, the sun shyly coming through the window. The bed was warm and comfortable, and the smell of the pillow still brought me a feeling of security. I looked to the side and saw Jensen, still asleep. He was lying protectively with his arms around me, not realizing I was waking up. For a moment, I stood there, simply watching him, trying to organize all the thoughts that were crowding in my mind. I knew that the moment of clarification could no longer wait. We needed to talk.He stirred a little, shifting his head on the pillow, and then opened his eyes. His gaze met mine and a soft smile appeared on his face. “Good morning,” he said, with the hoarse voice of someone who was still in the middle of sleep.“Good morning, Jensen,” I replied, but my voice had a more serious tone, and I knew he would notice.He soon felt that something was different, as if there was a weight in my expression. "Are you okay? What happened? You seemed… thoughtful.”I sighed

Lilian POVI woke up at dawn, once again. It was as if my body already knew it couldn't rest completely. The silence in the house was profound, with only the sound of my breathing filling the surrounding space. I looked to the side, and there he was. Jensen. Asleep in the armchair next to the bed. The calm face, the eyes closed, and the features softened by sleep. He was completely relaxed, but in a way that couldn't hide his protective instinct.I stayed there for a few minutes, watching him, lost in my own thoughts. It was funny how, even after everything we'd been through, I still felt safe when I saw him sleep like that. Something in me gave in to this feeling of protection, as if he were still that man I loved, who gave me confidence that everything would be okay. But I knew I shouldn't think like that. Not now. Not after everything that happened.I sighed softly, and with an effort, I got up from the bed. The early morning cold made me shiver, but the need to go to the bathroom

Jensen POVThe room was plunged into an unsettling silence, broken only by the sound of the clock on the wall. Lying on the couch, I stared at the ceiling, trying to find some peace, but all I got was more questions rattling around in my mind. It wasn't the sofa that bothered me, as it was — but the feeling that this was where I belonged now. Finn was in the next seat, watching me with that critical look that seemed to cut through any facade I tried to maintain. I knew he wouldn't last long without making some comment. “You know this is a shame, right?” he began, a sarcastic smile on his lips. I didn't respond immediately. Instead, I turned my face, looking at him. He was relaxed, as if this was just a game for him. “And what exactly is a shame, Finn?” I asked finally, my voice calm. "You. A man like you, with everything you got—money, power, influence—sleeping on the couch like a teenager punished by his parents. Don’t you think that’s a little… pathetic?” I rolled my eye

Sadie POVNight was approaching, and, with it, the tension in Mrs. Smith increased. Mr. Grimes and Mr. Sawyer, there, finding each other strange, didn't say a word, but their looks exchanged barbs. Neither of them seemed to want to give in, but they weren't willing to leave either. I was there, sitting on the couch, trying to deal with the discomfort of seeing the two of them exchanging silent, heavy glances, not knowing exactly what to do."What a situation…" I thought, watching them without knowing how to interact. The apartment was not big. There were only three rooms: one for the triplets, one for Lilian, and the last one... well, mine. And I had a question that was going through my head: would they ask me to give up my room? It was already late, and, until that moment, neither of them seemed willing to leave."I don't know what to do with them," I thought, a little anguished. They were behaving as if they were in silent competition, one trying to be more helpful than the other, b

Lilian POV The morning following my release from the hospital was a whirlwind of activity. April didn't seem willing to leave me alone for even a second, and it wasn't because of a lack of affection, but because of the obvious concern she had for me. “Don’t worry, Lilian. I will stay with you until you recover completely,” she said, as she helped me settle onto the couch in my living room. Jensen and Finn were there too, but their presence didn't bring me the same feeling of welcome as April. In fact, it seemed more like a game of who would be the most attentive, but in a comical way. One was trying to adjust the surrounding cushions, while the other was asking, every five minutes, what I wanted to eat. “Are you sure you don’t want anything? There's soup, there's that juice you like... I can order anything for you,” Jensen said, almost begging me to respond, with that tone that tried to be concerned, but was beyond excessive. Finn was not far behind him, also with that “I'm here to

Lilian POV The room was quiet, and the tension between the two of us grew by the second. Jensen was sitting next to me, his gaze fixed on his hands, as if he were trying to organize himself to speak, but something was preventing him from opening his mouth. I knew he was feeling uncomfortable, maybe even a little lost, but I needed an answer. I could no longer remain in doubt. “Jensen,” my voice was lower than I would have liked, but the frustration was boiling over. “Did you know I was pregnant?” He looked up at me, and his expression wasn't cold but filled with something I couldn't understand. He wasn't avoiding the question, but he seemed to hesitate, as if searching for the right words. Finally, he took a deep breath, letting out a tired sigh. “Yes,” he said with a sincerity he couldn't hide. "I knew. I found out right before…it all happened.” I tried to process his response, but it wasn't enough to calm the storm brewing inside me. Likewise, I needed to know more to understan

Nancy“Argh, don’t tighten it too much… You’re hurting my neck!” Peter was grumbling with a grimace as I straightened his tie.“Remain calm; just lift your chin; I’m almost done,” I told him, adjusting my collar. Today was my wedding day with Jake. I was already dressed as a bride and everything, and the ceremony would start in a few minutes. I was so nervous. Not only that, but I really hoped everything would go well.He grumbled in disgust. “Did you know that children shouldn’t be present at their parents’ weddings, Mom?” he said, making me frown.“What? Why do you think that?” I asked.“Because naturally, children are not born before their parents marry. It's not the natural order of things, let alone divorce and second marriages,” he said, being clear in his opinion, as he didn't want to accept my relationship with Jake.I sighed, smoothing his jacket after straightening his tie. “You're getting so big. You're even taller than me.” I smiled softly, and I stroked his black hair. “I

NancyMoments later, Jason and Jake were in the wine cellar, somewhere in the mansion, talking about wine and things like that. Laura and I were walking in the manicured gardens of their mansion, which were so beautiful and comforting.“Why aren’t they coming?” I asked after a while, looking behind me to see if her husband and my fiancé were coming to catch up with us, since they were just getting us some wine to drink and talk on the sofas that were there in the garden under a cozy porch."Oh my God! Jason must have stuck him with a long wine conversation,” Laura said with a long chuckle. “We received bottles of the first line from a friend of ours in Chicago, Carter,” she added.“Are you talking about Joshua Carter?” I asked because I knew that name and knew that he had a wine production company.“Yes, I am,” Laura nodded. “What a fortuity that you know him, too.”“Um, I actually met him because of Bruce,” I said. “The Mortons were an influential family, and from time to time Bruce

NancyJake and I traveled to New York to visit our friends who lived there, the couple Jason and Laura Davies, who, since the last time we had seen them, had evolved a lot in their relationship, that is, when I met them, they were still fighting and trying to see what they were going to do in their relationship because they also had issues to resolve. But I remembered Laura's words, when she told me at the time that her husband had hurt her heart, but that nothing he had done compared to what Bruce had done to me. So today it was very satisfying for me to be able to see the two of them together and happy after having solved all their problems. They had even had another set of twins, and they seemed so happy now that their eldest daughter was playing with the babies, running around exuding happiness and joy while Jake, I, and the couple were sitting on the mansion's porch, drinking wine and talking about everything that had happened. This couple had been very important in helping us

Nancy "What? Give it back in kind and make him taste his own medicine? What are you suggesting, Lanie?” I asked, being a little dumbfounded. She and I were still at the dinner table, and she had just suggested that. She shrugged now. "Yes. Didn't your husband go to bed with someone else? Then you also go to bed with another man, and then you become equals,” she explained, making me gasp. “How can you suggest such a thing? Do you think I'm such a vulgar woman up to this point? Do you think me going to bed with another man will solve things for me?” I asked, shocked that she was suggesting such a deviant thing. “It probably won't solve anything, but it will make you feel a little better. What is it? Do you think Bruce deserves happiness after all these years he played with you?” She retorted. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to smudge my body by getting involved with someone I don’t know just to get revenge on him,” I countered. Lanie laughed, waving her hand. “I don't see it

Days were passing, and I thanked the heavens that everything was going so well, but today in particular, it was a year since Lanie, my dear friend, had died, and I was terribly sad remembering her.I remembered how she had done everything she could to cheer me up when I was at rock bottom after finding out who Bruce Morton really was.I remembered in detail what the season at her house had been like and how much she helped me, God in heaven...Nancy On that day, the ringing of my cell phone woke me up, and I felt my lamp, picked up the device, and saw that my daughter was calling me. “Hi, my love,” I said as soon as I answered, rubbing my face with my hand, still drowsy. “Hello, Mom? Haven’t you come home yet?” Amber asked on the other end of the line. "Um… Not yet, darling,” I replied a little fearfully. It had been two weeks since I was at my friend Lanie's house. "Um... Okay? When do you plan to return?” She asked in a somewhat petulant manner. I sighed. “To be honest, I

NancyThe last few weeks had been a whirlwind of emotions. After everything that happened with Candace, I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off our shoulders. The scars of pain and struggle were still there, but the feeling of relief was in the air. It was a new beginning for all of us. Like a good mother, I tried my best to care for Candace, and now, seeing her at home, taking a deep breath and starting to rebuild her life, my heart is filled with hope.It was on a mild morning that we realized that life was returning to normal. Amber's laughter echoed through the house as she tried to decide what to wear for a date. I watched her from the kitchen, where she was preparing a simple but nutritious breakfast. The smell of toasting bread mixed with the aroma of fresh coffee, creating a welcoming atmosphere.“Amber, do you need help?” I asked, trying to hide my smile at seeing her so excited and nervous at the same time.“No, mom, I can do it!” she replied, a little louder than usua