Novels by Miss Queen Mikayla

That morning at the hospitalNico stood at the door of the hospital room with a face full of doubt. His suitcase was already in the car, the plane ticket was in his hand. It was only a matter of time before he left to leave everything behind, including Celine and Calvin. But there was something he had to do first. He knocked lightly on the door, then opened it. Inside, Calvin was drawing at a small table, while Celine sat leaning back on the bed, her face looking more refreshed although her gaze was still cold. "Can I come in?" Nico asked softly, his voice almost a whisper. Celine didn't answer, just gave him a glance before looking away again. Calvin, on the other hand, immediately smiled widely. "Daddy!" he exclaimed happily as he jumped up from his chair and ran towards Nico. Nico lifted the boy into his arms, kissing his forehead gently. "Hi, Calvin. Did you eat breakfast?" "I did, Daddy," Calvin replied excitedly. "But why has Daddy been absent for so long? I miss you!"

The sunlight coming through the window curtains slowly woke Celine's consciousness. Her eyelids moved slowly before finally opening. Her vision blurred for a moment, but then caught the shadow of Nico sitting beside her bed. "Celine?" Nico called out softly, noticing the change on her face. "You're awake?" Celine blinked a few times, adjusting her gaze. The first look she gave Nico was neither grateful nor relieved, but cold and full of tension. "What are you doing here?" her voice was hoarse, almost a whisper. Nico was silent for a moment, trying to swallow the pain that came with the question. "I... I just wanted to make sure you were okay." Before Nico could continue, Calvin's small voice broke the silence. "Mommy! Mommy's awake!" Calvin ran over to the bed, hugging his mother's arm tightly. His face was beaming with happiness. "Mommy, I really miss you! Daddy and I wait for Mommy to wake up every day." Celine looked at Calvin and smiled slightly. However, the smile f

Two days later, in the ICU roomNicolas sat on a plastic chair. His eyes were fixed on Celine's drooping hands by her bedside. Next to her, Calvin drew something in his little book, occasionally looking up at his mother with a hopeful face. "Daddy," Calvin broke the silence, pointing at the drawing he had just finished. "This is me, Mommy, and you. We're playing in the park." Nicolas smiled a little, though his heart was heavy. "Nice drawing, Calvin. Mommy will like it when she sees it." "But when will Mommy wake up?" Calvin asked, his voice hoarse as if he was holding back tears. Nicolas didn't answer right away. He grasped Calvin's small hand, trying to provide a sense of security. "We have to be patient, son. Mommy is struggling to wake up. You know, Mommy is a strong woman." Suddenly, the fingers of Celine's hand that Nicolas was holding moved. At first glance, he thought it was just his imagination, but the movement happened again, this time more clearly. "Calvin! Loo

Nicolas stood in front of a large board full of photos, notes, and maps. Next to him, Devano was busy talking to a detective. "Gabriel can't get away again," Nicolas said in a firm tone. "We have all the evidence we need. We just need to catch him." The detective nodded, indicating their plan. "We've deployed teams to the three locations we suspect. In the afternoon, Nicolas stood in front of the desk, his face tense. In his hand was the latest report on Gabriel's escape to the Philippines. Across from him, Devano looked equally agitated, pacing the room with his cell phone in hand. "So that's it? We let him escape?" Nicolas' voice was full of pressure. "We did our best," Devano replied, trying to calm him down, though he was also disappointed inside. "The police here are limited. Gabriel must have planned everything. He has connections, Nicolas." "But I can't accept this! Celine is still in a coma, Calvin cries every night for his mother, and that bastard is enjoying his

Devano sat in front of his laptop in the corner of the waiting room. His face was serious, his fingers dancing over the keyboard. He had collected some evidence, but not enough to ensure Gabriel could be arrested. On the other side, Nicolas stood up while watching Calvin who was drawing in his little book. "Devano, do we have enough evidence?" asked Nicolas, his tone anxious yet hopeful. Devano sighed, staring at the laptop screen with a tired look. "Not yet. Gabriel is cunning. Even though I have recordings of his conversations with his henchmen, it's still not strong enough in court." Nicolas clenched his fists, frustrated. "So, what else do we need? That man almost killed Celine. He can't get away with it." "I'm trying to trace the flow of money he used to rent that car. If we can prove that the transaction came from his account, then we have a stronger case," Devano explained. Nicolas nodded, though his mind was not at ease. "Hurry up. I don't want him to have a chance t

The afternoon sky was dark when Celine came out of her office. Her heart was still heavy after canceling her wedding to Gabriel. She walked towards her car parked on the side of the road, unaware that a black car was slowly approaching from behind. Nicolas, who happened to be passing by, saw the figure. He felt there was something strange about the black car. Its speed increased slowly, and it was heading straight towards Celine. "Celine! Be careful!" shouted Nicolas, running with all his might. Celine turned her head with a confused look, but it was too late. The car was speeding away, just a few meters away from her body. In an instant, Nicolas pushed Celine to the side of the sidewalk, his own body bouncing onto the road. Celine screamed, her body falling to the edge of the sidewalk. Her head hit hard, and her vision began to blur. The black car sped off without stopping. At the hospitalThe hospital room was silent except for the sound of the monitor that kept beeping,