Novels by Edith Martini

IsabelAs I sat in the hospital room, my mind reeling from the doctor's words, shock and disbelief washed over me like a tidal wave. The truth was finally catching up with me, shattering the fragile web of lies I had woven around myself.The baby had not survived. The poison had done its damage, and my desperate plan to give birth prematurely had failed miserably. Everything I had hoped for—keeping up the facade, ensuring no one would question the paternity of the child—had crumbled before my eyes.Beside me, my mother, looked equally stunned. Her face mirrored the shock and dismay I felt inside. We had both been complicit in this deception, but now the consequences were too grave to ignore.When Nick arrived at the hospital and learned the truth, his absence spoke volumes. He didn't bother to come see me once he realised he couldn't be the father. The weight of his rejection hit me like a sledgehammer, compounding the agony of losing our child.I couldn't contain the torrent of emoti

NickAs I stood in the hallway, watching Isabel busy herself in the kitchen, a sense of concern gnawed at me. It had been weeks since she started acting strangely, avoiding conversations about her health and brushing off my attempts to schedule a doctor's appointment."Isabel, can we talk for a moment?" I called out, my voice tinged with worry.She turned to face me, her expression strained. "Not now, Nick. I have things to do," she replied curtly, avoiding my gaze.My heart sank at her dismissive tone. "Isabel, please," I persisted, stepping closer to her. "Your health is important. We need to make sure everything is okay with the baby."She sighed, setting down the dish she was washing. "I told you, I'm fine," she insisted, her voice wavering slightly.Before I could respond, the doorbell rang, interrupting our conversation. I exchanged a puzzled glance with Isabel as I headed to answer it. Standing on our doorstep was Mrs. Mitchell, Isabel's mother."Mom? What are you doing here?"

Jane As I awaken to the morning sunlight streaming through the window, a sense of unease lingers in the depths of my mind. It's been weeks since the kidnapping, yet the memories still haunt me like shadows in the night. Nick's face, filled with worry and determination, flashes before my eyes, reminding me of the fear and uncertainty we faced together. I try to push the thoughts aside, focusing instead on the day ahead. But no matter how hard I try, the memories refuse to fade, lingering like a dark cloud over my thoughts. The police investigation yielded no answers, no clues as to why I was targeted or who was behind the attack. It's a terrifying thought, knowing that the people responsible are still out there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for their next opportunity to strike. I shudder at the thought, feeling a chill run down my spine. The fear is suffocating, threatening to consume me whole. But I refuse to let it control me, to dictate how I live my life. With a deep breath,

Isabel As I awaken to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, a sense of dread settles in the pit of my stomach. Today is the day I must confront a truth I've been desperately trying to avoid. I sit up slowly, my mind already swirling with thoughts of what I must face. It's not an easy realization to come to, but I can no longer deny the truth that has been staring me in the face for months now. I am not carrying Nick's child. The words echo in my mind, a painful reminder of the lie I've been living, the deception I've been weaving in a desperate attempt to hold onto a love that was never truly mine. I close my eyes, trying to push back the tears threatening to spill over. I had hoped and prayed that I would be pregnant, that this child would be the key to securing Nick's affections once and for all. But deep down, I knew it was nothing more than wishful thinking, a desperate attempt to fill the void left by his rejection. I glance down at my swollen belly, my hand

NickThe adrenaline coursing through my veins was like fire, igniting every nerve in my body as I fought tooth and nail against the men who dared to lay a hand on her. I never imagined I could tap into the primal strength of my werewolf form with such ferocity, but when it came to protecting Jane, there was nothing I wouldn't do.Three against one seemed like insurmountable odds, but the bond between an Alpha and his Omega was a force to be reckoned with. I roared with fury as I lashed out at my assailants, my claws tearing through flesh and bone with a savage grace that bordered on primal instinct.I could feel the heat of their blows, the sting of their weapons as they rained down upon me, but I pushed through the pain, my focus honed on a single objective: getting to her.And when I finally did, when I found her bound and helpless in that tiny room, my heart clenched with a mixture of relief and rage. I could barely contain the growl that rumbled in my chest as I tore through her r

JaneWeakness enveloped me like a heavy cloak, weighing down my limbs and clouding my thoughts. Hunger gnawed at my stomach, a relentless ache that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment. Thirst burned my throat, a desperate longing for water that went unquenched.As I lay there, bound and helpless, I couldn't help but wonder how it had come to this. How had I ended up in such a dire situation, at the mercy of men who saw me as nothing more than a pawn in their twisted game?I felt a sense of hopelessness wash over me, a deep despair that threatened to consume me whole. What was the point of fighting when it seemed like nobody cared? When it seemed like nobody wanted me?Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought about all the times I had been rejected, all the times I had been cast aside like yesterday's news. As an Omega, I was supposed to be cherished and protected, but instead, I was treated like nothing more than a burden.A strange pang of pain shot through my chest, a sh