Novels by Lovelye

Camelia POV What! You’re kidding, right?” I said, my voice bubbling with excitement and surprise. I never would've guessed Brady would get Grace to stay with me at his mom’s place.“Camelia,” he said, “I just didn’t want you to feel alone. I know it's a lot, adjusting to a new place, so I reached out to Grace. And, believe it or not, she accepted.” He gave me this soft smile that made my heart do a little somersault.“She’s going to be your personal assistant from now on,” he added casually, like it was no big deal.But it was a big deal. That’s just who he is—he doesn’t do things halfway. Even the small stuff, he somehow turns into something huge. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks, and I knew I was blushing like an open book.“Come on,” he said, nudging me gently. “Let’s get going so we’re not pulling up after dark.”We walked side by side, wifht Gabriel taking the lead, and Grace trailing just behind him.***** It was a four-hour trip to Pennsylvania. Pretty stressful, even with

Brady’s POVI didn’t answer her immediately.“Love Camelia?” I stuttered. “How could you even think that way?”But deep down I wasn't even sure of what the truth is.“Do I love Camelia?” I asked myself."You know I don't," I quickly added. “I was just taken back by what you said”.Maddie let out a dry laugh, but it was laced with pain. “Not that, Brady.” “You showed concern!” “Why should you even care if she sleeps with other men or marries one?”“It’s not like that.” I sighed, running my hands over my face.“Then what is it like, Brady?” Her voice was trembling now. “Because I don’t want to believe you were ever emotionally attached to Camelia.”“Of course I wasn’t!” I said defending myself. “You know how I truly feel. I reassured you over and over when we were waiting for the right time to be together. I never had any emotional attachment to her.”“Camelia is gone, Brady. And we waited so long to get here.” She paused, her voice a low murmur. “I don’t want her absence to be the

Brady's POV "Let's add this to the trolley," Maddie muttered, picking up a jar of jam and dropping it in with a soft clink. “Babe, we should hurry up with the grocery shopping so you can get some rest,” I said, gently nudging the cart forward. “You know I don’t like you stressing yourself—especially not in this condition.” My eyes drifted to her belly, a quiet pride swelling in my chest. “Ours,” I added, leaning down to place a kiss on it. Maddie let out a tiny smile. “He’s doing fine. But yeah… let’s finish up quickly.” We wheeled the cart toward the checkout, passing through aisles heavy with the scent of fruit and cleaning products—normal things. Until everything stopped. “Brady?” The voice came from across the aisle. I turned. She stood frozen by the glass doors, with her hands covering her mouth. Her eyes flicked from me… to Maddie… to the small bump under her shirt. “Lily?” I said, blinking. She stepped closer, almost breathless. “Why are you with Maddie?” she demanded.

Camelia POV "Move to your parents' place?" I stuttered. "Why that all of a sudden?" Henry exhaled, rubbing his temples. "She doesn’t believe the marriage is real. She’s made it clear she won’t back off until she sees it for herself." I frowned. "Okay… but why are you calling it a favor? If it’s something I should do for the sake of our relationship, then I’ll do it." He leaned back on the chair, studying me. "Because I don’t want you to feel forced, Camelia. I know this isn't easy, and I wanted to prepare you ahead of time." Something in his tone made me pause. "And what exactly should I be preparing for?" He gave a dry chuckle, shaking his head. "Let’s just say, my mother is… a force of nature." His words were careful, but I caught a glimpse of something deeper. "You never really talk about her," I said, watching him closely as I hoped he'd say more about her. My encounter with her at the office wasn't a palatable one. He hesitated before answering. "That’s because there’s

Lydia POV I wasn't bothered — not really. No matter what happened, I was going to get him. I knew his heart belonged to me, just like mine belonged to him. It had always been that way. "I was made for him — no one else!" I clenched my fists and slammed the door behind me, the sound echoing down the hallway with memories rushing in, uninvited. We spent most of our years together not until I had to leave the country because of the incident that happened at high school. It had changed everything. ##Flash back## “Serena!” I quickened my pace, following her around the back of the school layout. She heard me, I was sure of it, but she kept walking as if I were nothing but air. My frustration boiled over, and I ran after her, grabbing her hair from behind. "Did you give this note and gift to Henry?" I hissed, throwing the crumpled paper at her feet. But she jerked away, ripping my hand from her hair. "Lydia! What the fuck is wrong with you?" she snapped, her voice sharp with

Camelia POV “You heard him right!,” I snapped at Gabriel. “He wants me here, so can you leave us?” Gabriel's face twisted with something between anger and shame. He lingered for a moment, like he had something else to say, but finally turned and walked out, the door shutting behind him. I sighed, turning back to Henry. His face was pink, beads of sweat clinging to his brow. "What did you do to yourself?" I muttered as I knelt beside him. I took off his shoes and shrugged his coat from his shoulders, then pulled the duvet over him. Hopefully, some sleep would do him good. He mumbled something — low, broken words I couldn’t make out. His breathing was shallow and his face tight with discomfort. I glanced around the room, suddenly aware of its size — far larger than the one I was staying in. Curiosity tugged at me, and before I knew it, I was stepping into his closet. Everything was meticulously arranged, suits lined up by color, watches gleaming in their display cases, rows o