Novels by Rihum

Alexander is right. He is Lucas’s competitor, and if I marry him, Lucas will surely be more annoyed with him and hate him even more. That's when I will come into the picture and do my part."How many times do I have to tell you that I will need the documents tomorrow?" Alexander's voice came floating out of the living room and I strolled to him, and saw that he was still on the phone.Did the man never take a break from work? Surely, his staff could hold the forte, especially after considering the fact that it was the night of his wedding and obviously his honeymoon. Even though our marriage was not real, I expected him to at least take a break. Just as I was about to leave, he ended the call so I decided to join him on the sofa. He turned towards me immediately, his brows raised. "I'm sorry, did you want something?" he asked me.I swallowed, wondering where to start. His tone was somewhat cold."I was hoping that we could talk... You know, get to know each other?" I snuck a glance

He promised to love me forever. He made a vow to stay with me through richer and poorer. But why did he do this to me? How did his feelings change so suddenly?I didn't know how long I remained sitting and crying in front of the massive gates of what used to be my home. I tried to get Lucas' attention by banging on the gate several times but he wouldn’t come out. “Lucas, please!” I cried out loud. “I’ll do anything to give you children! Please don’t leave me here!"But all I received was silence from him. I could hear him and Amy laughing inside and my heart churned with the thought of them eating the meal I prepared."L-Lucas, talk to me..."After an unknown length of time, I got to my feet and had walked for a few paces before I realized I had forgotten all my belongings, contained in the suitcases. I went back for them, and wheeled them as I walked. I walked for an hour before it registered that I actually had no destination."Doesn't matter..." I muttered to myself, feeling compl

I couldn't help but smile when I saw what was inside the red box—it was a diamond necklace.My husband came home later last night from work. He didn't wake me up, and when I woke up this morning, one of our maids told me he had already left. I didn’t know how to feel. It’s our third wedding anniversary, and he didn’t even greet me. This is the first time he hasn’t greeted me or given me a gift. Did he forget our anniversary?I was furious and ready to call him. But when I saw this red paper bag in his office and checked what was inside, I felt so guilty for thinking badly about him. I think this is his gift to me, and maybe he has a surprise planned for later.I dialed our favorite place and decided to make a reservation."Hello! This is Florence Hilton!" I said as soon as the person on the other end picked up. "I would like to make a reservation for two tomorrow in one of your private booths."I heard the clatter of computer keys in the background and kept my fingers crossed. I wante

"Emily, are you sure about this?"I couldn't believe that the woman in mourning this morning had become someone else in the evening.My best friend, Emily, in front of me was wearing a yellow halterneck top and a miniskirt. She had round earrings on each side of her ears. Her face was heavily made up, and her red lips were smiling at me.She clearly saw my embarrassment, so she took out a gold membership card from her fancy Chanel bag and waved it in front of the security guard."This lady is my friend. You have to remember her face."The round-faced security guard put on a fawning face at once and gave Emily and me a smile as we entered the bar.We walked down a blue, glowing circular passageway to the bar lobby, where masked waiters were shuttling plates from table to table. They were all topless and wearing nothing but a pair of briefs.A few naked pole dancers on the stage are doing a very provocative dance, the music loud and full of passion. The men and women sitting closest to

My husband is coming. I won't stay here long. He'll bring me out.Five minutes of suffering is just as long as five hours for me. I can't tell how many five minutes I've spent in this dingy prison, but I felt excited as long as I thought about someone finally willing to visit me. The one who came must have been Radleigh. He must have found out the truth and come to save me—It must be. He's my husband. We've been married for five years. He certainly wouldn't forget his wife.I touched my belly and tried to tell the baby that it was his dad coming. However, he is too small to give me any response. But it doesn't matter. He will grow. He will grow up happily with his dad and mom. It definitely will."Don't worry, Daddy will help us out of here!" I stroked my belly, put my head against the cold wall, and whispered the songs of my childhood, dreaming of a better life. "You'll see him, baby. He'll get us out of here."Just then, the sound of high-heeled shoes on the floor came, slow and sha

"What... if I did something wrong, will you still forgive me?" My husband, sat across the table from me and looked at me gravely."It depends on what you did, Rad," I quickly replied."You know how much I want to have a baby, Kylie. He will be the heir to our company. But we've been trying for so many years and we're always disappointed—I even thought about giving up."I felt a bit uneasy that my husband had suddenly brought up the subject. My gut tells me that the following discussion may not be a pleasant one.I looked down, afraid to meet his eyes, only to catch a glimpse of his thin lips pressed into a line. When I graduated from college at the age of twenty, my father married me to him. I knew it was my destiny to marry a businessman and turn my happiness into a tool of family bondage, but the moment I learned my fiance's name, the twenty-year-old me still covered my mouth in surprise.Radleigh Adams, the youngest Adams heir. The man all the girls in the merchant's family want to