Novels by Sweetwrite

Marie POVAs I locked up the office, the sound of the door clicking shut echoing through the quiet evening air, I was ready to head home to my son. The warm glow of the setting sun cast a golden light over the deserted parking lot, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me after a long day of work.But as I turned to leave, I was surprised to see Xavier standing in front of the building, holding a vase of fresh, vibrant flowers. His eyes sparkled with hope, and his charming smile faltered for a moment as he caught my gaze. I couldn't believe this doctor was still pursuing me despite my repeated rejections.I walked towards his car, my heels clicking on the pavement, a mix of annoyance and curiosity on my face. Xavier's eyes never left mine, his expression eager. "Hey Marie, how are you today?" he asked, his deep voice smooth and charming.I raised an eyebrow, my expression skeptical. "I thought you said you had surgery today?" I asked, my tone firm but polite. Xavier nodded, his eyes

Alejandro POV I was sitting in my office, surrounded by the familiar scent of leather and the soft hum of the computer, when my phone suddenly beeped, breaking the silence. I glanced at the caller ID and felt a surge of excitement - it was the private investigator I had hired to dig up dirt on the guy who had been hovering around Marie like a bad omen.That guy had been a constant thorn in my side, always lurking in the shadows, making it impossible for me to get close to Marie again. I had made a huge mistake by divorcing her all those years ago, but the thought of him swooping in and claiming her as his own was unbearable. It was like he thought he could just waltz in and take what was rightfully mine. The very idea was infuriating, and I found myself gritting my teeth as I answered the phone.I clicked the answer button, and the investigator's voice filled my ear. "So, tell me what you've found so far?" I demanded, my impatience growing."The guy is a doctor, a very professional a

Marie sank into the plush couch, her exhaustion evident in her slumped posture.Her mother, Mrs. Levefre, settled into the armchair opposite her, a hint of curiosity in her voice."So, how was the dinner?"Marie closed her eyes, collecting her thoughts before responding."It was fine, Mom. Just a normal dinner conversation," she replied, deliberately downplaying the evening's events.Mrs. Levefre's eyes narrowed, sensing the omission."Just fine? That's all? You know I saw Xavier's car outside. He's still got feelings for you, Marie."Marie opened her eyes, a warning glance directed at her mother."Mom, please. Let's not rehash this again. I've made my feelings clear."Mrs. Levefre's expression softened, concern etched on her face."I just want what's best for you and your son, Marie. You deserve someone who can provide stability and security."Marie's gaze drifted to her son, engrossed in his toys."That's what I'm trying to give him, Mom – a better life. My work may not be ideal, bu

Marie walked towards her parents' porch, the warm glow of the evening lights spilling onto the pathway. She raised her hand to knock, but froze as the sound of a car horn pierced the evening air. It was Xavier, parked by the curb, his car's headlights illuminating the darkening street.Concern etched on her face, Marie turned back and strode towards Xavier's car. She bent down at the window, her hair falling in soft waves around her face."Did you need something?" she inquired, her voice tinged with a hint of worry.Xavier shook his head, a gentle smile playing on his lips. Marie's brow furrowed in confusion."I thought you did, by your horn," she reminded him, her tone laced with amusement.Xavier's gaze held Marie's, his eyes vulnerable as he confessed, "I wanted to say something, but I didn't know how you'd take it, so I decided not to try my luck."His voice was laced with sincerity, and Marie's heart skipped a beat at the genuine emotion.She meant everything to him, and he could

His eyes, a deep, piercing brown, seemed to hold a hint of reassessment, as if reevaluating the dynamics at play. The polite smile that followed was a calculated attempt to diffuse the tension, to redirect the conversation onto safer ground.Marie's slender figure leaned into the warmth of his chest, seeking comfort in the midst of uncertainty. The grand dining hall buzzed with hushed conversations and the soft clinking of fine china, yet the main dinner had not commenced. She couldn't help but wonder who they were waiting for.A pang of guilt stirred within her. She should be at home, enveloped in the warmth of her cozy apartment, cheering up her darling son and bonding with him over a homemade meal. Instead, she had reluctantly sent Tiana, violating the company's strict policy.As the silence stretched, Marie's gaze drifted upward, meeting his piercing eyes. "We don't want to keep you," she replied curtly, her voice barely above a whisper.He nodded graciously, his expression unread

Alejandro adjusted the sleek labels of his tailored suit, his slender fingers deftly smoothing out the fabric. His eyes flicked to the elegant clock on the wall, the soft tick-tock echoing through the opulent room. He tapped his foot impatiently, his polished black oxfords clicking against the marble floor.As he waited for Marie's arrival, his mind whirled with anticipation and strategy. He knew she would stop at nothing to evade him, to silence the secrets he held. No one knew about their tangled history, and Alejandro intended to keep it that way. This hidden advantage was his trump card, the key to unlocking the doors of Marie's exclusive world. She was a leading lady in the industry, a powerhouse of influence and sophistication.Alejandro stood poised, the mastermind behind the illustrious M and K company, his identity hidden from the world. This carefully crafted anonymity was his shield, allowing him to manipulate the strings from behind the scenes.His plan was to draw Marie