Novels by Gwen hywfar

Lilith's POV~Hellena’s face twisted with rage. Her eyes pierced into me like knives; if looks could kill, I would’ve been dead. The hatred this woman had for me was beyond me. Her eyes left mine and darted to my mother.“I don’t want to see your foot near the Lockhart mansion ever again,” she hissed at me, her voice trembling with venom.I blinked. “Hmmm…”“You heard me,” she snapped. I hadn’t even argued yet, she was still talking.“You’re not welcome. And neither is your whore of a mother. No wonder, Beatrice, no wonder you couldn’t stay in your husband’s house,” she added, grinning at my mom.That hurt. That little jab cut more than it should have, even though it was directed at my mom. I felt my chest tighten. I looked at her, waiting for her to lose it.And she did. She didn’t disappoint.Beatrice laughed. Loud and cruel. The kind of laugh that makes the air on your skin rise.“Oh please,” she said, waving a hand like Hellena was nothing more than a speck of dust on her fur coat

~Lilith's POV~My mother stood at the foot of my hospital bed, arms crossed, her eyes fixed on me like I was some puzzle she couldn’t solve.“Who did this to you?” she asked. Her voice wasn’t soft. It was sharp, cold, and full of fire. Something, I recognize is a storm before she would explode. This was the mother I knew when I was younger, not the one I met with in Los Angeles.I blinked at her, unsure if I was still dreaming. “No one, Mum,” I answered practically. I hadn’t called her that in a while. The word felt strange in my mouth. But, I had missed those syllables.She didn’t move. “Don’t lie to me.” she had on the look of, I gave birth to you. So, I know you.“I’m not,” I whispered, even though I clearly was. It wasn’t just one person who did this to me. It was everything. The pain, the lies, the Lockharts, hell, even Bastian. “Who. Did. This. To. You?” she repeated, each word punctuated through the room. It was funny really. Seeing my mom like this. I would have laughed if

~Lilith's POV~Jelly paled the moment she heard what I said. I feel bad asking that of her but she was the best person for the job. No one will suspect her if she plays her card right. " But Miss, I don't think I will be able to," she says in a small voice." You can. Just act as though you are going to beg Hellena."" Not sure it will work, Miss."" It will. After all, Lucy still believes you are working for her."" Alright, Miss. I will try my best." She sighs and then turns to leave.I bring out my phone that I had used in recording our conversation. This is a huge evidence. I can't be caught unguarded when Lucy wants Bastian.Jelly moved fast. By the time I returned from my walk around the hospital at noon, Bastian’s phone was already in my hands. She had taken a huge risk, but we had no other choice. My fingers shook as I scrolled through his messages, looking for the recording that I knew was in his phone. And of course, their chats. I was willing to do anything; that could h

Madam Ellana didn’t die by accident. It was a setup.Jelly’s words sent a cold shiver down my spine, echoing in my mind. I had thought Bastian had grown up in a cozy family when I first came here.But now, I knew better. This house of his was a den of pythons. They swallow whole.I looked at a trembling Jelly, knowing this might actually put her in trouble as well as me.Still, I needed to know. Why? I didn't know.I swallowed hard, pushing past the nausea crawling up my throat.“Tell me everything,” I whispered, my voice barely loud enough, the way I needed it to be. The fear in my voice was undeniable.Jelly’s hands were shaking, her lips trembling as she tried to find the right words. “I... I don’t know if I should…”I leaned forward, lowering my voice. “Jelly, if you don’t, Lucy will keep using you. And one day, she’ll get rid of you too. You know that, don’t you?”Her eyes darted around the room, panic settling in. “I know,” she whispered. “I know, but… I’m scared, Miss.”“I unde

The antiseptic smell of the IV drip hung heavily in the room, hitting my nostrils anew. Jelly's trembling voice broke the suffocating silence Hellena's presence had brought and the trance I was seeking refuge in."Please, ma'am," she pleaded again, her eyes now wide with desperation. "Just let me go, and I promise I'll tell you everything I know."Yes, she had said that before.My heart quickens in excitement, a mix of fear and curiosity dancing within me. I took a cautious step closer, my voice barely above a whisper."What could you possibly know?" I asked again. It was more of a question to myself than to her.Jelly glanced nervously at Dr. Thomas and the officers before focusing back on me. "It's about Ellana, Bastian's late wife."I drew in a deep breath, shocked and appalled at her words. "What do you know about her?" I asked fearfully.Jelly hesitated, wringing her hands. "I know why she died."A cold shiver ran down my spine. "What are you saying?" I asked hoarsely. This was b

We all turned toward the voice that had bellowed that question. I instantly tensed when my eyes met the cold ones of Bastian’s mother. Hellena Lockhart’s sharp voice silenced the yelping of the struggling Jelly. She stood at the doorway, her presence commanding immediate attention.“What’s going on here?” she repeated.Her gaze swept across the room, looking at everyone as if they were insignificant. Even Dr. Thomas wasn’t spared from her disgust. Rather, her eyes shot daggers at him.Finally, her eyes landed on me, burning with an intensity that made my heart race, not with fear, but with anger and bitterness. If I were still trying to be in her good graces, like I had before, the weight of her stare would have been suffocating and overwhelming.But now? I didn’t care.A lump formed in my throat, stopping me from spitting out the venomous words stuck at the tip of my tongue.“You,” she spat, stepping forward with a pointed finger. Her face twisted into a mask of pure rage. “This is a