Novels by LadyHedti

The car disappeared down the road, and the silence that followed felt heavier than any words Emilia could've said. I stood there for a moment longer, arms wrapped tightly around myself, the chill creeping in through the thin fabric of my gown. Then I turned. I didn't want to see him. But I had to. My bare feet made soft sounds on the wooden stairs as I climbed, every step louder in my chest than in the hallway. When I reached the top, he was still standing there-leaning against the doorway of my room. Waiting. Watching. His eyes locked on mine, unreadable at first. But as I got closer, I could see it. The storm behind them. Rage, confusion... and something else. Something raw. Something that burned. I stopped a few feet away. "I didn't plan that," I said, voice barely above a whisper. He didn't move. "But you didn't stop it either." I swallowed hard. "It wasn't what it looked like." He let out a bitter laugh. "Really? Because from where I stood, it looked like you were enj

We finally got home. Liam didn’t say a word, he just walked straight to his room. I looked around, but Ella and Evans were nowhere in sight. Maybe they were already at the farm. Judging from the freshly wiped counters and the rearranged groceries in the kitchen, they had definitely returned. I sighed, the weight of the day finally catching up with me. My body felt heavy, like I was dragging shadows behind me. I needed to stop thinking. I needed to breathe. I needed a bath. Upstairs, I headed straight to my room, undressing slowly, every movement reminding me how sore I was, mentally, physically. I stepped into the bathroom and turned the faucet, letting the water cascade down my skin. I tilted my head back, eyes closed, hoping the hot stream could somehow wash away this frustration… this tangled knot of fear and confusion sitting in my chest. I should be happy. My memories were starting to return. But the problem was… they were haunted. Sharp. Bloody. Gripping. I had a terrible fee

I sat down, and the engine growled to life, and the truck rumbled forward down the empty road. But even as the motion soothed my nerves, something inside me twisted. I glanced at my hand. Bare. No wedding ring. I was married. I knew I was married. So where was it? Did I lose it in the chaos, or had I taken it off that day—the day? Maybe I didn’t wear it often. Maybe we fought. Maybe… something worse. The thought clung to me like fog I couldn’t push away.I looked up, needing a distraction, and locked eyes with Liam. His stare was steady, unsettling, as though he could see every thought running wild in my head. His expression wasn’t one I recognized: not pity, not anger, not even curiosity. It was… cautious. Evaluating. Why was he looking at me like that? A lump formed in my throat, and I quickly looked away, resting my head against the side of the truck. The moment I closed my eyes—Everything hit at once.A flash of headlights.Darkness slashed by streaks of color.And then—I was ru

We kept moving through the darkness,Liam leading the way with the same relentless urgency. My mind was spinning, trying to process everything he had just told me.Drugs. Guns. Stolen art. Murder.The mansion I had admired just hours ago was nothing more than a front for a criminal empire. Emilia's family wasn't just strict, they were dangerous. And Liam and I had been right in the middle of it, oblivious to how close we had come to never making it out. A shiver crawled down my spine."How much further?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. My throat felt dry, and my body ached from the constant running.Liam didn't answer. He was focused, scanning the trees around us like something, or someone, could jump out at any second. That wasn't comforting.I swallowed. "Liam-""Shh."My stomach dropped.Liam stopped suddenly, his arm shooting out to stop me in my tracks. His body went rigid, head tilted slightly like he was listening. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.Then I hear

Liam didn't waste a second. The moment I was up, he grabbed my wrist again and pulled me forward, keeping close to the fence as we moved. I was still trying to wrap my head around what was happening. The guards, the cars, the way Liam was acting, none of this made sense. "Who are these people?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. Liam didn't answer. He was too focused, his sharp eyes scanning every corner before taking another step. We slipped through a narrow gap between the trees, the rough bark scraping against my arm. The farther we moved from the mansion, the darker it got, the thick foliage blocking out the moonlight. Then, voices. I stiffened. Not just one or two. Multiple. Deep, authoritative tones coming from the direction of the house. I couldn't make out the words, but I could hear the weight in them. Orders. Discussions. Something serious. Liam crouched behind a large bush, pulling me down with him. His grip tightened. "Stay quiet," he whispered, his breath warm ag

I woke to a light tap on my arm. "Sara, wake up," Liam's voice was low but urgent. I groaned, blinking groggily as I opened my eyes. Liam was already dressed, his face tense with something I couldn't quite place. Before I could ask why he woke me, he tossed my clothes at me. "Get dressed," he said. I sat up, frowning. The clock on the wall read 5:09 AM. Why was he waking me up this early? "Why do you wa—" "Get dressed. Now." His voice was barely above a whisper, but there was no mistaking the command in his tone. That's when I knew something was wrong. Still half-asleep, I hesitated before grabbing my clothes. "Turn around," I mumbled. To my surprise, he did so without argument. Okay, that's weird. Liam never obeyed so easily, unless something was serious. My heart rate picked up. I hurriedly put on my clothes. "I'm done," I said, staring at him, more confused than ever. Liam turned to face me, his expression unreadable. Then, in a hushed voice, he said, "You're going to do exac