Novels by Dunni

Amelia's POV If someone had told me that in the next 20 minutes I would be ugly crying in a hospital cafeteria, I would have said, “Hell, no!” but that was what happened. Bailey sat me down.  “Darling,” she began with a southern burr in her voice. “I'm so sorry to have to say this to you, but I have to be really honest. I appreciate you coming here to see my nephew, but it's wrong to do that.” I was a bit taken aback. “What?” Bailey nestled the cup of coffee in her hand. “I don't mean any harm, but seeing Eric while your marriage is in shambles is wrong. I know you just want to escape the pain, to find comfort in a difficult time like this, but that's not how it works, honey. You're broken.” “My marriage is not in shambles, and I'm not broken.” I shook my head, nearly tearing up. “I know a broken woman when I see one,” she took my hand. “And you, my dear, are broken.”   A few hours ago,I joined Eric

Cassandra's POVI had never seen Lachlan in such a sorry state before. Crap, he literally looked terrible—droopy eyes, dishevelled hair, reeking of alcohol and misery. He was a mess, but he was all mine for the taking. Thank you for acting so dumb, Amelia.He slumped into the couch and leaned his head back.“Are you okay?” I sat on the edge of the couch.He pinched the skin between his eyes. “No... I don't know, Cassie.”Cassie. I missed hearing that name from his lips.“You need a shower, big boy, or my couch will reek,” I gestured to him. “Get up.”“I just need a second.” He heaved a sigh, frustrated.Okay. Seriously, how bad was this argument? I wondered what Amelia said to him.“Lach?&

Chris’s POVDetective Matthew crushed the cigarette butt on the ashtray and rose to his feet. “Do you mind if you show us your garage?”Roland unfolded white paper. “We've got a permit from the judge.”I'm so screwed. “M—my garage?”Matthew stuffed both his hands in his pockets. “Yeah. Do you have any problem with that?”“N—No. Let's go.” I rubbed the back of my neck. God, please do something. They can't catch me with that GTO. I've already lied to them before.“Are you alright, Mr. Chris?” asked Roland. He was getting on my nerves.“Yeah. Why'd you ask?” I was trying not to get angry, but my tone got the best of me.“Gentlemen, shall we?” Matthew walked out the door a

Chris's POV Something common in Chicago city is that you never have enough peace of mind to finish a damn thing.The wine glass had barely made its way to my lips before I heard a pounding on the door.The time was just 11 am. Who the hell was that?I walked to the door, with my cigar dangling from my lips. “Yo, what's there?” “Police, open up!” came with a European accent.Police? Shit! I spat out the cigar and fanned the air with my hands. “Don't bother about the cigar. We smoke too.” Came the same voice.“Shit.” I picked up the cigar from the floor. “Fuck.”“It's getting cold. Do you mind letting us in for some questions?” The voice asked. He didn't sound hostile, so I guess it's good.I pushed the door back and found two gentlemen in brown and black suits, respectively.“Hello there, Mr. Mallory.” The one with dark hair extended his hand to me.I took it in a firm grip. “It's Chris.”“Ah, Mr. Chris.” The man said. “The name's Detective Matthew. This is my partner, Roland.” Hi

Amelia's POV It could only mean two things—Cassandra Hamm. Cassandra was here?Lachlan could invite her here of all places? But why? I thought he had broken things off with her. That lying …“Let's not jump to conclusions, Amelia. Cassandra was nice enough to give you this.” Lilian said, flipping the paper back and forth.“The only time Cassandra did something nice, she always had an ulterior motive for it.” I dragged my hand through my hair. “I have to find Lachlan.”“I think you should calm down,” Lilian caught my arm when I tried to leave the room. “I can have Mark deliver whatever message we have for Sir Lachlan.”I took back my arm. “No. I have to tell him this face to face.” “Amelia.” Lilian called behind me, but I ignored her.“Have Mark ready the car,” I clenched my fists. “I need to have a word with someone.” Mark was easy on the speed, but I told him to floor it. God was on my side today because there was no traffic today. The BMV arrived at the company, and I helped my

Amelia's POVLilian followed me as I paced the living room. “You have to calm down, Amelia. He'll be home soon.” I dragged my hand through my hair. “I—I… What do I do, Lilian? Do you think he's out there drinking?”Lilian knew the answer. It was clear with the sad look on her face—he was. “I don't know, ma'am.”She lied. Just as I had thought she would.“Have you tried calling him again?” I asked her.Lilian whipped out her phone from her dress pocket. “Yeah. He's not answering.”I squeezed my phone in my hand, upset that the screen had broken when I hurled it at the wall. It wasn't exactly a smart move. “I'm sure he'll call in the morning.” Lilian assured me with a small smile.“Okay.” I muttered under my breath.She linked arms with me. “Come on. Let's get you to bed.”As she helped me to my room, I couldn't help but miss Lachlan more. I hadn't realised how much I had hurt him. God, I'm such a monster.We arrived at my bedroom, and Lilian unhooked her arm from mine and took a step