Novels by Lovelye

Henry POVI was shocked by Camelia’s action. Her words totally threw me off.“What is she talking about, Henry?” Lydia asked, standing up from the sofa. “I am his wife," Camelia repeated, gripping my hand tightly. I stood there speechless with my eyes locked on Camelia. Immediately, Lydia grabbed her bag angrily and rushed towards the door. I could tell she was just as shaken as I was.“You're going to regret this decision, Henry!" She barked. "I am never letting you go!" She turned to Camelia,with her tear-streaked face. "And as for you," she sneered, "I don't think you're ready for what's coming." With that, she smirked and slammed the door behind her.Silence filled the room after she stomped out of the house. “Hope I didn't do too much?” Camelia asked quietly, breaking the silence as she gently pulled her hands away from mine. “No, you didn't," I replied, avoiding her gaze. I couldn’t explain the tingling sensation I’d felt in my chest when she grabbed my hands earlier. Now, I co

Henry POV“Where am I”? She asked, opening her eyes after six hours of being semi conscious. I jolted up from where I had dozed off on the hospital bed,the antiseptic scent of the hospital filling my nostrils.You're finally awake...!" I exhaled, relief washing over me. "Are you in pain? How are you feeling now?..." My voice cracked with worry.“Why am I here?I only remembered being in your uncle's office”, she stated.“You passed out Camelia, But the doctor said it was just stress and your blood pressure is also elevated and it needs to be controlled”, I explained as I continued rubbing off sleep from my eyes.” You'll also need a lot of rest”, I added.She only nodded without saying a word and started crying. “Can we leave the hospital”? she asked, sobbing. “It only brings horrible memories”, she sobbed. “Please I'm begging you, she said clenching onto her chest like it was hurting.I had no idea on how to console her. I have never been in such a position before. I only understand th

Henry's POV “You won't walk out on me!”. My mother Mrs Raymond screamed, I've always called her that, I literally grew up without her, and now she wants to force a marriage I don't want down my throat!. “I'll get to make that decision, I don't know what relationship you're trying to create between both families but I'm not getting married to Lydia” and “that's final!” I uttered walking out on her. “Henry! Stop right there”. she barked but I kept walking to the door. “How's the search going?” I asked Gabriel, my personal assistant, as I stepped out of the house. “None that fits your description sir” he replied, opening the car door. “What exactly have you been doing Gabriel?” “You know what? just get me any girl, any one at all, that I can use to escape Mrs Raymond claws.” “And be fast about it!” I snapped, settling inside one of my luxurious cars. “Alright sir” he replied, shutting the car door. I drummed my fingers on the armrest, my mind racing with impatience.

Camelia POV“Are you Mrs. Camelia?” One of the men on black suits asked me. I shook my head trying to process the chaos before me. "No, I'm not..." I stammered, wincing as the pain from the slap radiated through my cheek. Remembering that I'd just been divorced, I corrected myself. "I'm Camelia.”'Father, what's going on? What collateral are you talking about? And who are these men?' I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady. “What do you mean by you're not Mrs Camelia”? He shunned at me, avoiding my questions. I felt a sting of shame but there was no need to hide it. “Brady divorced me” I broke the news, holding back my tears not to show any weakness. Divorce?? He screamed.“You went against my advice and married that wretched being” and now he has divorced you!. “I'm sure you took out that loan for him, using my house as collateral”! He spat.“Father,” I muttered as my heart dropped. I wasn't expecting him to sympathise with me but at least he should have asked what happened. “Y

Camelia POV "Can you hurry up with this?" I asked the nurse checking my vitals. "Just one more thing, ma'am," she said, wrapping the blood pressure cuff around my arm. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, glancing at my watch as time was ticking away. It was Brady and I two years anniversary and I wanted to do something special,but I had to stop at the hospital first for a checkup. I tapped my foot impatiently as I waited for the monitor to read. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure across the room. My heart skipped a beat as he turned around. It was Brady, my husband. “What was he doing here”? But before I could call out to him, a woman emerged from the crowd grasping his hands. My eyes narrowed, trying to get a better look at her, but I could not tell who she was. Questions swirled in my head. Who was this woman? And why was she holding his hand like she owned him? "Ma'am, please remain still," the nurse advised, but I was already on my feet, my eyes fixed on