Novels by Winifred K

At the kindergarten.Amy sat quietly on the swing, gently swaying back and forth. Tilting her head slightly, she gazed at Jeremy in the distance and murmured, "Jeremy, I'm not happy."Jeremy didn't even lift his head. He simply responded coldly, "Talk."Amy's eyes flickered with confusion and curiosity as she said, "Everyone else has a dad." She pointed toward a group of children playing not far away. Among them, a little boy was being lifted high into the air by his father, laughter ringing out."Mhm, I know. We have one too," Jeremy replied, still focused on his work."You mean Daddy Gavin?" Amy tilted her head."Mhm." Jeremy was beginning to lose patience. To him, Amy's questions were far too childish."Then why doesn't Daddy Gavin live with us?""Because Daddy Gavin isn't really our dad." Jeremy finally stopped what he was doing, his tone serious."Why not?""There's no reason. He just isn't.""Then who is our real dad?"Jeremy's body stiffened slightly. He slowly put down the blu

The entire evening was filled with laughter and joy in the living room. Dinner was lively, and it wasn't until ten o'clock that everyone finally started clearing the table.Initially, Gavin had planned to leave after dinner, but as soon as Amy heard that, she clung tightly to his shirt, pleading for him to stay.Jeremy, though not as outspoken as Amy, also showed his reluctance through his gaze.Phoebe, worried that the children were bothering Gavin, tried to put on a stern face and ordered them to go upstairs to bed. However, when she met their pleading eyes, her heart softened. She simply couldn't bring herself to say anything harsh. Instead, she looked at Gavin apologetically, her eyes full of helplessness and gratitude.After a long night of excitement, the children finally succumbed to exhaustion. Gavin patiently soothed Amy, humming a lullaby softly. Before long, her eyelids drooped, and she tilted her head, falling into a deep sleep in his warm embrace.Meanwhile, Jeremy, sitti

Inside the car, Phoebe glanced at her two children and gently asked, "Kids, do you like it here?""Yes!" Jeremy and Amy answered in unison. Their eyes were wide with curiosity as they gazed out the window, taking in the unfamiliar yet exciting sights around them."Mom, is this where you grew up?" Amy tilted her head and looked at Phoebe."Yes," Phoebe nodded with a smile."When can we see Gavin?" Amy suddenly asked."He said he'll come over tonight.""Yay!" Amy clapped her hands excitedly, her face lighting up with joy.Watching her daughter's excitement, Phoebe let out a soft sigh and turned her gaze to the scenery outside.The familiar yet distant landscape passed by, blending memories with reality. Laughter, tears—every emotion had left its mark on this land.As the car slowly pulled up in front of the house, Phoebe took a deep breath, steadied herself, and stepped out with the children.Standing at the door, she lifted her hand and pressed the doorbell.Moments later, the door ope

Two days later, at the airport.Phoebe walked hand in hand with Jeremy and Amy, slowly emerging from the terminal.The moment the three of them appeared, they instantly became the center of attention, like magnets pulling in every gaze around them.The reason? The two children were simply too adorable.As soon as they stepped out of the terminal, an eager voice called out from not far away."Phoebe! Over here, I'm over here!"It was Alva. She had been waiting for a long time, waving her arms excitedly from a distance."Alva!" Phoebe's voice trembled with emotion, carrying the weight of years of longing.She quickly stepped forward, and Alva rushed to meet her. The two women embraced tightly, as if trying to make up for all the lost time."Welcome back," Alva said, her voice choked with emotion. Tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks.Amy, watching the two adults caught up in their own world, suddenly felt left out. She pouted and interjected, "Auntie Alva, I'm Amy! A

Five years later.Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the cozy home. Inside, a little girl, Amy, ran toward Phoebe with her short legs, her big eyes brimming with unshed tears. Her voice was full of grievance as she whined, "Mommy, Mommy! Jeremy is bullying me again!"Phoebe paused what she was doing, turned around, and gently stroked Amy's soft little cheeks. "Sweetheart, what happened?" she asked tenderly.Amy pouted, her small face scrunching up with distress. "Jeremy said that when you go back home, you'll only take him with you and leave me behind!"The moment she finished speaking, a thin layer of tears formed in her bright, watery eyes, making her look even more pitiful.Phoebe couldn't help but chuckle at her daughter's adorable expression.Seeing her mother's reaction, Amy panicked and sniffled, her little shoulders trembling. "Mommy, is it true? You and Jeremy are ganging up on me! We're not friends anymore!" She turned her head away in a huff.Rea

Phoebe had been awake for some time now, but ever since she regained consciousness, she seemed like a completely different person. She barely spoke, spending most of her time sitting in silence.Meanwhile, Laura had vanished without a trace. Gavin had mobilized a vast number of people to search for her, yet no matter how hard they tried, they found no sign of her.One day, Phoebe sat alone on the grass in the garden, her knees slightly bent, arms wrapped tightly around her legs. She stared blankly ahead, her mind utterly empty.She had no idea how much time had passed when a man's shadow quietly approached her."Phoebe."A familiar voice called her name softly.Hearing the voice, Phoebe slowly turned her head. When she saw Dana standing there, her heart clenched tightly.Was he here to confront her? Why now, of all times?Inside the café, a heavy and oppressive atmosphere hung between Phoebe and Dana.Dana tilted his head slightly and asked in a low voice, "Don't you want to know how

The moment Jacqueline saw Lucien, the smugness on her face instantly disappeared, replaced by sheer terror. Her eyes widened in horror as if she had just seen the most terrifying thing in the world.Her legs went weak, and she stumbled, barely able to stay on her feet. Nicky quickly reached out to support her, calling out anxiously, "Jacqueline!"Then, as he turned to look at Lucien approaching, an icy chill shot up his spine. His body involuntarily trembled.Lucien walked toward them, his fingers lightly brushing together as his cold, piercing gaze locked onto Jacqueline. His voice was laced with disdain as he said, "So, you've left clothes at my house before? I'll have the housekeeper search the storage room right away. If they find anything, I'll have it sent back to you immediately. In my home, aside from my wife's clothes, I consider anything else filthy and have the maids use them as rags.""Lucien…" Nicky couldn't take it anymore and tried to interject.However, before he could

Everyone turned toward the voice, only to see Ollie plastering on a fawning smile, carefully appeasing the man beside him while murmuring apologies.Nicky's gaze instantly locked onto Cynthia. His eyes burned with deep hatred and unfiltered disdain. Turning back to Ollie, he raised a single finger and shrieked, "We have only one hour—just one! If the shoot isn't done by then, we're walking out immediately. Not a second more!"The once smooth-running shoot had come to a grinding halt due to Nicky's abrupt intrusion. The atmosphere in the studio grew tense with irritation.Hogan, however, remained as composed as ever."And one more thing—Jacqueline doesn't like the photographer you assigned her." Nicky's sharp voice rang out again. He raised a hand, drawing an arc in the air before pointing directly at Roy. "You. Get ready. You'll be shooting for us."Pearl trembled with anger, her fists clenched so tightly it seemed she might lunge at Nicky at any second.Sensing this, Cynthia quickly

Lucien's voice was low and gentle, yet Cynthia scoffed inwardly. She wasn't about to believe a single word.Lucien seemed to sense her displeasure. Before she could even respond, he let go of her hand and said firmly, "If you lose this job because of me, so be it. I'll start a magazine just for you. I'll fund it, and you'll be the editor-in-chief. That way, you can do whatever you want."The more he spoke, the more passionate he became. "You belong to me now. If I ever catch you getting involved with another man, I'll make sure he regrets ever being born."As he spoke, the memory of the charity gala flashed through his mind, reigniting his simmering anger. It seemed like he needed to have a word with Paul—make sure he understood that Cynthia was no longer just his employee.Lucien's arrival had cast a heavy shadow over the room. Everyone felt the pressure, sneaking glances at him before quickly lowering their heads, pretending to focus on their work.Cynthia burned with frustration. L

Lucien's words struck like a thunderclap, instantly drawing everyone's attention in the studio.All activity came to a halt as curious eyes turned toward them, and hushed whispers filled the air.Cynthia had never expected Lucien to publicly call her his "wife" in front of everyone—especially here, in her own workplace.In an instant, heat surged to her face, and a wave of embarrassment swallowed her whole."What nonsense are you spouting?! Where's your wife?!" Cynthia's voice trembled slightly, betraying her agitation. She cast a furtive glance around, only to find her colleagues staring at her and Lucien with wide eyes, their expressions a mix of shock and intrigue."You," Lucien said, his gaze locked firmly on hers, enunciating every word with absolute certainty. "You are my wife."Cynthia clenched her jaw.Lucien was trying to ruin her career on purpose!"Lucien, that's enough! Come with me!" Unable to endure the humiliation any longer, Cynthia grabbed his arm and forcefully tried

That morning, a sensational piece of news spread like wildfire through every corner of the magazine office—Jacqueline was scheduled to arrive that afternoon for a cover shoot."What the hell? Who the fuck invited that bitch?" Gina slammed a stack of documents onto her desk, her face filled with fury."I heard Mrs. Roberts personally extended the invitation. A big celebrity like her coming here? We should be grateful," Pearl replied, crossing her arms and tilting her chin up slightly.Mrs. Roberts was none other than the wife of Jeffrey Roberts, the magazine's chairman."Celebrity? Please. She's nothing but a scheming whore," Gina scoffed, her voice sharp and piercing.Pearl smirked, amused. "Gina, why do you hate Jacqueline so much?""I just do. Got a problem with that?" Gina huffed, as if her disdain needed no explanation.Seeing that Gina wasn't in the mood to elaborate, Pearl changed the subject, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Honestly, I don't care about Jacqueline. What I'm

Early the next morning, Cynthia arrived at the office. As soon as she stepped inside, she noticed a group of colleagues gathered together, buzzing with excitement over some big news.Pearl, known as the office's queen of gossip, stood at the center of the crowd, her expression animated as she spoke."Did you guys hear? That whole rumor about Jacqueline and Lucien—it was all her doing! She orchestrated the entire thing, hoping to force Lucien into admitting she was his girlfriend. But guess what? Lucien never took her seriously at all. In the end, Jacqueline had no choice but to deny everything, but in reality, she was the mastermind behind it!"Upon hearing this, Gina's face lit up with the joy of sweet revenge. She couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Serves her right!"Cynthia stood quietly to the side, a flicker of sympathy surfacing in her heart.She recalled Jacqueline's pitiful figure as she left, a dejected and broken silhouette. Softly, she murmured, "I actually think she's