Novels by Mary Swan

E M O R YI exhaled the fat blunt, crossing my leg on the table as I watched a movie on the TV. Lana was out to God knows where, but I could as well be alone.I hate my life.Every attempts to get through to Sebastian was futile. Elle was loving the dream life after ruining mine. She was pregnant, and they were expecting a daughter.I was a laughing stock, the one who was always humiliated. I hated them, and I hated everyone. Sebastian was too busy loving on his new bitch, and was ignoring my calls and texts. He was not answering me, and it was frustrating.I was a powerful woman, and I wanted him.And, I always get what I want.Just a matter of time, before I strike. They would never see me coming. I heard the sound of the doorbell and I groaned. It was definitely not Lana because she didn't have to knock, she already has the spare keys.I walked to the door, and looked through the peephole, and gasped.What the fuck is he doing here?I opened the door, and Michael stood there, look

M I K H A I LThe next day, I was seated in a private restaurant, waiting for him.I had no idea what to expect, and I didn't know if the story he was trying to sell was true, but I wanted to hear him out.Elle was safe at home, and in good hands, and the only thing I had to worry about was the conversation that was going to take place.Michael was late, and he had kept me waiting for almost ten minutes. The restaurant's doorbell chimed, and he walked through the door, and headed over to my table.He sat across from me, and leaned back in the chair, studying me. "Mr. Volkov.""Michael. I'm glad you could make it.""Me too. I'm actually quite surprised that you called. I thought you would dismiss my warnings and probably think I'm lying, because quite frankly, anyone would.""And, why would they?""Because I was part of this whole scheme in the beginning. It's hard to believe that I'm on your side, and that's what's happening. But, everything has changed, and now, I want to help you. Y

M I K H A I L"Are we done yet?" Elle groaned. "My legs are hurting, and this is the most boring thing ever. This is taking too long, and why do they always have to ask me the same questions? It's annoying, and it's been the same thing since the last session. What's the point? And, the worst part is, is that they won't let me eat while I'm here, and all I want is food. This is ridiculous."I smiled, and placed a hand on her thigh. "You're doing great, and if we want to have a normal pregnancy, we need to make sure that the sessions are consistent. I know you're tired, and it's tiring, but this is for our baby. Think of it as a small sacrifice, and it's just thirty minutes out of your day. Besides, I thought you enjoyed the sessions. Don't you like talking about the baby?"She smiled, and rubbed her belly. "Yes, of course, but these are so boring. There's nothing new to talk about. Why can't we talk about something fun and exciting instead of the same things? Do they not know how to sp

M I K H A I LMy blood boiled, and rage consumed me. How dare he show up at my office, and bring up the incident that still haunts Elle?"Is this a joke? Because, I'm not finding it funny.""No, no. It's not a joke. You have to understand, Mr. Volkov, the situation was out of my control, and I'm here because I need to talk to you. Please, let me explain.""You've got five minutes, and if I don't like what you have to say, you'll be sorry you ever showed up at my office. You should be rotting in a prison cell, and you have some nerve coming to me, and talking about the incident that still haunts her.""It's not a coincidence that I'm here. I'm not a stalker, and I know I deserve to rot in prison for what I did. I know you won't believe me when I say I deeply regret what I did to her, but there's also a lot she doesn't know. I didn't just travel all the way to Bali to attack her because I wanted revenge. It was planned, and it was orchestrated.""I don't understand. What are you saying?

M I K H A I LElle slept so soundly in my arms, and the smile on her face made me feel at ease.She had suffered so much during her pregnancy, and it killed me every time I saw her in pain. The morning sickness was a bitch, and the doctor had suggested the morning sickness would go away after the first three months, but she was still getting them, and it was affecting her a lot.I wanted the best for my baby, and the only thing that could help her was an easy delivery. I couldn't risk her suffering, and if there was a way, I would have given birth for her, and dealt with the pain.Her cravings were ridiculous, and her mood swings were even worse. She was a nightmare, and most days, I wondered how the hell I was dealing with her.She would get mad at the smallest things, and she would lash out on me. She would cry over the tiniest things, and she was a drama queen.I had to deal with her, and all I could do was comfort her. I was afraid that she wouldn't be able to deal with the stress

E L L EI tossed and turned on the bed, trying to find the best position on the bed and also trying o get the images of ice cream out of my head.Mikhail was sleeping soundly next to me, and I was annoyed that I had to be the only one suffering for something both of us had done. In fact, he had done most of the work, and yet, I had to stay up with a headache and cramps.I didn't have much sleep the night before, and after waking up, my pelvis was killing me, and the nausea wasn't going away.The headache was the cherry on top, and I was annoyed.The baby was getting even more active at seven months, and kicking me all the time. I couldn't remember the last time I had a good night's sleep without waking up.It was so frustrating, but I had no choice but to deal with it. It was hard, because every night, the pain was different. Sometimes, I'd wake up with cramps, other times, the baby was kicking my ribs, and then, the nausea.It was all just annoying.And now, I was having a strong cra