Novels by Vantika

It was yet another workday for the Monroe father-son duo, as they were wrapping up on their ends.Rudolf had one last meeting with Alexander, which was a last-minute appointment since the latter wanted to speak with him about what happened at the Christmas Eve Ball, which had been a week ago and they still couldn’t have a proper talk on it.Without a doubt, when Rudolf heard what happened at the ball, calling him furious would be an understatement.If not for his daughter’s request to let it go this time, he would’ve made those Watsons pay for every degrading remark and every minute of her those 5 years she wasted on them.And he was equally furious at Howards for letting something like this happen in the first place.She was under their roof when it happened and on top of that she was there as Christopher’s date, so naturally she was under their protection and security, yet they failed at just that.At first, he would’ve rejected Alexander’s request, but Hyacinth threatened him to ac

After a long day at work, completely drained out, Emma walked into the Monroe mansion.Flopping down right at the first seat of the beige leather sofa, she completely disregarded any ladylike behavior she was to obey as an heiress since anyone could walk in on her at that moment.She dropped her bag at her feet, discarding her suit jacket to one side and removing her stilettos beside her handbag, she stepped flat on the soft Persian carpet.Sighing at the soothing feeling of softness after a complete day of standing on her feet on a torture device, she breathed out deeply.For some reason, her muscles ached, and her mind seemed to be a lot foggier, as she dismissed it and curled up into a ball right onto the sofa and closed her eyes for a nap.Janette, the head butler of Monroe mansion, walked inside the living room and almost had a heart attack when she saw Emma curled up on the sofa.“M-Miss. Evelyn?!”Janette softly called out to not startle her little heiress, but receiving no res

“Miss… Whatever. Calling a Vintage Rolex, manufactured as a tribute on its 3rd Anniversary, estimated in some tens of billions… How classic of a country bumpkin like you.”Emma looked at Ryan in surprise, as the Watsons opened and closed their mouths in disbelief.“Mr. Monroe, you cannot speak with my fiancé in such a manner.”“Be thankful I’m speaking at all, instead of throwing you all out the venue. I have enough respect for the host to not create an unnecessary disturbance in their event.”“It was Emma, who…”“Sir, Madam, Miss. I request you to please follow me out.”A stern man dressed in black stepped towards them with three other equally serious-looking men behind him.Emma raised her brow at her brother.He just threatened and the security was already here. What kind of overlord was he?“Unfortunately, they faked the invite and entered. So, the security is here.”Cecil casually commented as he leisurely walked in from behind the security with Royce, who had a frown etched on h

“I’ll show you what a fire is! I’ll ruin you!”“Try me.”“Hah! What can a bastard like you even do?”“5 years a lot of time you know, Mrs. Watson. Corporate secrets would be a child’s play let alone… How do you think my lovely Ex-husband would react if he knows…”Emma cooed softly in Mrs. Watson’s ear.To a third person, it would look like they were hugging each other and having a reunion.But only they knew it was anything but that.A sick satisfaction bloomed in Emma as she saw Mrs. Watson as white as a ghost or someone who saw one.She had been suppressed by this woman for more than 5 years but not anymore.“W-What do you mean?”“If he knows the family name, he is so proud about… It doesn’t even belong to him in the first place… while at family, I miss Uncle Watson dearly! I’m considering inviting him to a meal at his favorite restaurant. What do you think, Mrs. Watson?”“You wouldn’t dare!”“Why would I not? Did you just not call me a bastard? Bastards have nothing to lose but you

“You don’t like them?”Christopher looked at Emma in confusion.He expected many scenarios but not this one.What does a ‘Why’ in this situation even mean?“You did not have get me anything.”“You hate flowers?”“No but… I’m sorry they’re beautiful. Thank you.”Emma smiled as she looked at Christopher who nodded awkwardly, he wasn’t sure how to react.This wasn’t the first time he gave her flowers but then she was his girlfriend, now she wasn’t and her first reaction scared him a little.What if she thought he still had feelings for her?He would hate for her to get the wrong idea.“Uhm… Cee got flowers and chocolates for Roy and ordered for me as well…”“Miss. Grayson also loves Purple Orchids and Purple Lilies in her bouquet.”“That…”“And Miss. Grayson just happens to like Dutch chocolate with hazelnuts from Emerry?”Emma chuckled softly, as Christopher shook his head negatively accepting defeat, as she unwrapped one chocolate and carefully without smudging her lipstick, put the co

“We’ll take our leave now, Aunt Cynthia.”“Go ahead! Enjoy the night or at least try to, right sweetheart?”“Right.”“Please rest assured Aunt Cynthia, I’ll try my best to keep her away from the crowd and make her as comfortable as possible.”“Oh, I don’t doubt that you’ll try your best. It is getting late you two should be on your own now.”“Bye, Mum.”“Bye, Aunt Cynthia.”“Bye, kids. Enjoy!”Christoper’s car was already waiting for them at the entrance and Emma was surprised to find he did not bring his chauffeur today.“You are driving?”“Not very confident in my driving skills?”“You hate driving.”“When I’m alone, yes. But since I have company today, I thought I’ll brush up my skills a little.”“We can still take my driver, or I could drive us there?”“You?”Christopher gave her an ‘are-you-for-real’ look as he opened the car door of the passenger seat.“Get in. I’m sure you can manage being the passenger princess for one day, yes?”“If there is even one scratch on me, I’m suing