Novels by Butterfly

Liam's POVI raced through red lights, my heart pounding like a drum, desperate to reach the location Detective Chase had given me. Every second felt like an eternity, my mind racing with possibilities. But when I finally arrived, breathless and on edge, I was hit with the news I least wanted to hear—she had already checked out of the hotel. The weight of disappointment settled over me like a heavy fog. How could I have missed her? Frustrated, I drove straight home, the tension in my chest tightening with every passing mile. I didn’t have the strength or patience to deal with paperwork today; my mind was too clouded with unanswered questions and unresolved feelings. Maria greeted me at the door, mentioning that Roselyn was already home and settling in. I made my way to my room, hoping for a moment of solitude, but froze in the doorway at the sight before me. Roselyn—holding the picture frame of Patricia and me. The one I had deliberately hidden away in my desk drawer, far from pryin

Roselyn's POVThose dark, angry eyes bore into me like daggers, and all I wanted was for the ground to open up and swallow me whole. Not only did I invade his privacy by digging through his things, but I had to break it too. From the way he’s staring at the shattered piece, I can tell it was important—important enough that I’m about to face the consequences. My heart pounds as I brace myself, wondering just how bad the fallout will be."I'm so sorry! I... I didn't mean to drop it," I stammer, scrambling for words. But one look at his face tells me my apology won’t help me now.His eyes narrow, darkening as he stares at the broken pieces. His nostrils flare, and his jaw clenches tight.“You didn’t mean to drop it?” His voice was a low, dangerous growl that sent a chill down my spine. “Then tell me—why was it even in your hands?”I swallowed hard, bracing myself for the storm I knew was coming.“What gave you the right to go through my things?” he roared, stepping closer. Each word lash

Liam's POVAfter dropping Roselyn off at her house, I instructed Mr. James to drive to the office as fast as possible. Thankfully, with minimal traffic, we made it there in just fifteen minutes. I’d asked Jeffery if Patricia had left her contact information, but he said she hadn’t. She’d left as soon as she realized I wasn’t there, and that was it—no message, no reason for her visit. Frustration boiled over, and without a second thought, I booked a flight back to New York, wasting no time. As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I found Jeffery waiting for me, looking a bit tense. "Are you absolutely certain it was her, Jeffery? Because if this turns out to be some twisted joke, you might want to start packing up your desk."Jeffery's eyes widened, and he nodded frantically. "I swear, sir, it was her. She’s look more mature, but I’d never forget that face." His voice held a firm certainty, leaving no room for doubt.I sighed, my heart pounding against my chest, my mind spiraling

Roselyn's POVI sighed, already feeling the emptiness of leaving my comfort zone. I bet if anyone saw me, they’d think I was gearing up for combat, not just stepping out of my comfort zone.Two hours ticked by in silence, each passing moment amplifying my anxiety as my mind racing with thoughts of how my life was about to drastically change, now that I'd be living with the one person I desperately wanted to be far away from. Spending nine hours a day with him at the office was already unbearable, and now I’d be sharing every second with him in the same space. But this was what I signed up for, and there was no going back, so I had no choice but to put on my big-girl pants and tough it out for a year. Hopefully, I could tolerate him and just get this over with.My eyes drift out the window as we glided through a tall, ornate gate of wrought iron and gold leaf, which swung open to reveal a winding driveway lined with towering oak and pine trees. The mansion stood majestically on a sprawl

Roselyn’s POVThe warm, golden light cast a gentle glow on my face as I breathed in the hazy, smoggy air of New York.Finally, home sweet home.I was stunned when Liam knocked on my door last night and told me to pack my things, saying we’d be leaving for the airport first thing in the morning. Though I was sad I didn’t get to explore Dubai, I was more than happy to be back home. I missed Sophie, and most of all, I missed my dad. I’ll definitely visit him one of these days. As we stood outside the airport, a sleek, matte gray Lamborghini Urus pulled up, sleek and imposing. I gawked as a middle-aged man with a dignified air stepped out of the driver’s seat, bowing slightly. “Good morning, Mr. Harrison. Good morning, Mrs. Harrison. Welcome back.”My jaw dropped as Liam strode past me toward the car without missing a beat. Damn. I knew he was rich, but this? This was something else.Inside the car, I couldn’t help but marvel at the luxurious leather seats and the hum of the engine as we

Liam POVAs I reflected on my wedding day, my grandfather's scornful words resonated in my mind. "I must say, Liam, I'm surprised, you're finally listening to your old man. I thought you would have put up a fight, like you always do." he'd said with a sneer during the receptionMy grandfather has always taken great interest in frustrating me and getting under my skin. Nothing I do seems to impress him, and he never misses an opportunity to remind me of how deeply I disappoint him. If it weren't for his unreasonable demand that I should get married before he transfers the company to me, I wouldn't be in this predicament.I took a sip from my glass of brandy as the horrible memories of the night he forced me into getting married flooded back, and my body tensed with frustration. Just the thought of it made my blood boil, and I clenched the glass tightly as the events replayed like a broken record in my mind. ___________________flashback___________________Get married? He can't be seriou