Novels by CJ Fantasies

•Juliet POV•"Isn't it wonderful," I told Edward as we walked toward the entrance of the mansion. Vera and Eric were a few steps ahead of us, already at the door. I felt Edward’s hand slip into mine, his grip firm and warm. "Vera and Eric are in a relationship… and Vera is pregnant.""Yes, it’s good news," Edward muttered, his tone calm, almost too calm.I turned to him sharply. He didn’t look the least bit surprised. My brows rose. "You knew about it already?"He shrugged, releasing my hand only to rest it on my waist. His touch was gentle, almost apologetic. "Yes, Eric told me one time like that.""Really? And you didn’t tell me?" I frowned, pretending to be angry, though I wasn’t entirely pretending."My love, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you," Edward said softly. His eyes flickered toward mine, but I deliberately refused to look at him. "Eric asked me not to, and I just couldn’t go against that. If they wanted to keep it a secret, I believe they had their reasons."I let out a deep sig

•Juliet POV•"Is that supposed to be a question or fact?" Vera chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. She tucked it neatly behind her ear, giving me her full attention."Technically, I’m the happiest human being on earth," I muttered, my eyes glued to the laptop screen. The wave of joy filling my chest made me want to stand up and dance, but I told myself there would be plenty of time for that later.A knock on the door pulled both our gazes toward it. Eric stepped in, holding a notepad instead of his usual tab. His face carried its usual calm expression, but there was a small urgency in his steps."Miss Ryder," he said, "the production team needs your attention in signing the distribution orders." He walked closer, placing the notepad gently on my desk. "Your signature is needed here and here."He pointed to the spaces with the tip of his pen. I reached for one of mine on the desk and quickly scribbled my signature. Eric picked up the notepad and turned to leave, but

•Juliet POV•"Mommy, when will I start going to school with Mila?" Jace asked, his little hand holding onto his pencil as he scribbled on his lesson note."Soon, baby," I replied absent-mindedly, worry lacing through my thoughts. It had been hours since Edward left, and I still hadn’t received a call from him. My eyes drifted to the phone on the table, debating if I should call him or just wait a little longer."But Aunt April said she has me for the rest of the month," Jace added, tilting his head as he looked at me curiously. His blue eyes lingered on me, waiting for an answer. But I was so lost in thought that I barely turned toward him."Mommy," he called again softly, this time more serious. "Did something happen?"I forced a weak smile and finally looked at him. "No, baby, Mommy’s just worried about something. Should we—"A loud scream from the living room cut me off. My heart thudded painfully in my chest, and for a second, I thought I would faint. Before I could gather my thou

•Edward POV•"I have a bad feeling about this," Eric muttered after we had spent almost an hour outside, waiting for Leyi’s signal. His voice carried the kind of restlessness that made my chest feel heavier. "If she’s really on our side, she should’ve been out by now.""She’ll be out soon," I said, holding on to the thinnest thread of hope inside me, that Leyi hadn’t deceived me. That I hadn’t been foolish enough to walk us all into a trap.One of the cops who had followed us walked closer. His eyes drifted down to the watch on his wrist before settling on me and Eric. "Are you sure that lady is going to come out?" he asked. "I think we should just go in and search the place."I shook my head, though doubt gnawed at me. "No. Let’s wait a little longer. Whatever she’s doing, it either goes well for us or ends badly for her. Let’s wait."The cop looked at me with tired, frustrated eyes but didn’t argue. He turned and went back to join the others.I leaned against the side of my car, my

•Edward POV•"Are you sure this is a good idea, Mr. Miles?" Eric muttered, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. His eyes flicked between the road and me. "This could be dangerous. What if this is a setup? I think we should inform the cops, at least they’d come with their guns."I sighed and shoved a hand through my hair, staring out the window at the blur of passing streets. "Calm down, Eric. I’m sure Leyi wouldn’t do that. For her to call me and set up a meeting… it means she might be reacting out of fear."Eric glanced at me again, his brows knitted with worry.I leaned back against the leather seat and closed my eyes, letting his words circle my thoughts. I had already weighed this before leaving the house. I knew I couldn’t fully trust Leyi. And I knew the risk of going to see her without the cops. That’s why I told Juliet. I’d made her promise that if I didn’t come home, or at least call, by a certain time, she should get the cops involved.She was scared, I could see it i

・Edward POV・“Cheer up, my love,” Juliet said softly as she rose from the couch and sat closer to me. She took my hand in hers, brushing her thumb gently against my skin. “Don’t worry about James. I’m sure he’ll get arrested soon.”“I hope so,” I murmured, staring into her eyes. “Because I don’t know what I’ll do if James tries to hurt you again.”“He won’t,” she replied with a smile, leaning toward me. “I won’t let him.”I cupped her chin, my gaze locked on her. “I just want everything to be okay.” Slowly, I brushed a loose strand of her hair back and tucked it behind her ear.“And it will be,” Juliet muttered with assurance, though I could still see the slight worry in her eyes. “I’m sure it won’t be long before Leyi calls back. We just have to be hopeful.”I leaned closer, brushing my thumb across her cheek. The gentle smile curving her lips was enough to wash away the storm of thoughts in my head. I tilted forward, kissing her passionately. Her lips parted against mine, soft and w

Varg’s POV“Daddy, Mommy said we’re leaving,” Moon’s tiny voice chimed as she padded across the living room, her soft curls bouncing with each step.I smiled down at her, reaching out to lift her onto my lap. She curled against my chest, her warmth settling something deep inside me.“Yes, sweetheart,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “We’re going to the Moon Pack, where your mommy came from.”Bethany entered the room, pushing her father’s wheelchair, her expression composed yet tinged with something unspoken. She settled onto the couch across from me, her eyes steady as she met mine.“Varg,” Tommy said with quiet certainty, “I know you’re going to be a great leader. It’s always been in you, and I’m glad you finally get to step into that role.”I exhaled, a slow, relieved breath. “I just hope things turn out right from now on,” I admitted. The weight of responsibility was still settling over me, but with Thanos gone, the darkness that had loomed over us for so long h

Lyra’s POVA deep voice swept into my subconscious, pulling me from the edge of sleep. I turned the other way, but the cold seeped deeper into my body. My arms wrapped tightly around myself, but it did little to stop the shivers racking through me.I knew I should get up and go to the room, but I couldn't, not when I knew Varg wasn’t there. The bed would feel just as cold, just as empty.A familiar warmth surrounded me suddenly, strong arms lifting me effortlessly. Before I could fully wake, my body was cradled against a solid chest, and a familiar scent wrapped around me like a shield against the cold.My eyes snapped open. “Varg?“He didn't offer a word and carried me down the hallway, his grip firm but careful, his expression unreadable. I let my head rest against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear.When we reached the bedroom, Varg placed me gently on the bed and pulled the blankets over me, tucking them securely around my shoulders.The warm

Lyra’s POV"Bethany… Bethany," I called softly, reaching out to touch her shoulder. But she didn’t flinch. She remained still, lost in her thoughts, her numbness beginning to frighten me."It’s okay," I whispered, kneeling beside her. "Please, let’s go inside before you catch a cold."She lifted her head slowly, her eyes filled with unspeakable pain, but she didn’t move."Please listen to me, Bethany," I pleaded. "I don’t want you getting sick, for your sake and for the baby’s."Her gaze flickered at me for a moment before lowering to the ground. She had been sitting in the exact spot where Lucian had fallen, even though his body was no longer there."Lyra, I don’t think I can survive this," she murmured, her voice fragile, her tears sliding down her pale cheeks. "Why did Lucian had to leave me now that we were planning of getting married?"If only I had an answer. If only I could give her the comfort she so desperately needed. But I couldn’t. I didn’t even have it for myself.Ever si

Varg's POV The urgency in Jacob’s voice sent a sharp prickle down my spine. Something was definitely wrong, but I couldn’t quite place what it was. Maybe Jacob had figured out who the traitor was and needed me there before delivering punishment.“What’s the problem?” Tommy asked, noticing the worried expression on my face.“Just got a call from Jacob. I need to return to the mansion,” I replied absentmindedly, my voice sounding hollow.“Then you have to go. Don’t worry, you can visit whenever you want. And don’t forget what we discussed.” Tommy gave me an encouraging look, but it barely registered in my mind.I glanced at my phone, staring at the multiple missed calls from Lyra. A strange feeling crept up my spine, but I brushed it off.I stood up. “Thanks for your time, Tommy. I understand if you don’t want Lucian to know where you are. But it would really be nice if he knew.”“I’ll tell him when all this is over,” Bethany said as she walked in, handing Tommy a tea mug. “But for now

Lyra’s POVThanos’s voice slithered through my mind like a snake, his words sharp and taunting."Oh, this is exactly what I wanted."His laughter echoed through my head, sending a shiver down my spine. I had never truly tried using the mind link before, not like this. But now, in this moment, it felt like he was inside my head, his presence pressing against my thoughts like a dark cloud."I’ve got you where I wanted, and now you can’t run away from me."A snarl ripped through my throat, my teeth clashing together in a vicious warning. My wolf burned with rage, ready to lunge, but before I could move, a massive force crashed into me from behind.I barely had time to register the weight before I was slammed into the ground, my breath knocked from my lungs. The world spun, dirt and leaves sticking to my fur as a heavy body pinned me down.A deep growl rumbled above me as I realized it was Harold in his wolf form.I thrashed, my claws digging into the ground as I tried to buck him off, bu

Lyra’s POVBile rose in my throat as I stood frozen at the sight before me. Thanos stood tall, his presence menacing, flanked by five wolves with eyes that glowed in the dim moonlight. He was toying with us, drawing this out, knowing full well that Lucian was alone and outnumbered.Lucian held his ground, his jaw clenched, but I could sense his unease. He was strong, but against Thanos and five of his wolves? He wouldn't last.I needed to do something.My gaze darted around the living room, searching for my phone. It lay on the couch, its screen reflecting the dim glow of the chandelier above. I rushed over, snatching it up, and quickly dialed Varg’s number.It rang, a breath of relief left me. If Varg could get here in time, we had a chance. But then it went into voicemail.I cursed under my breath and tried again. Once, twice, three times, nothing.My fingers tightened around the phone before I hurled it onto the couch in frustration. My mind spun, searching for another plan, anothe

{Martha's POV}"Good morning, my queen," Nathan whispered against my ear, his lips brushing my cheek in a feather-light kiss. His voice, deep and husky with sleep, sent a shiver down my spine. I stirred, my lashes fluttering open to meet the soft glow of the morning sun filtering through the curtains."Morning, my love," I murmured sleepily, turning onto my side to face him. A slow smile spread across my lips as he cupped my cheek, his warmth seeping into my skin. He leaned in, pressing a gentle peck to my forehead before pushing himself up from the bed.I stretched, my arms reaching over my head as a deep sigh escaped my lips. For the first time in seven years, I felt truly free, as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. No more battles, no more struggles, I had finally reclaimed what was rightfully mine. And best of all, I was engaged to the most loving, handsome man in the world. Everything was exactly as I had dreamed.Nathan stood by the window, the golden sunlight castin

{Martha's POV}“Thank you, Michael,” Nathan said as he exchanged a handshake with him.I sat there, unmoving, as if I had been glued to my seat. The courtroom was nearly empty now, people filing out in hushed murmurs. I had won. I had fought for justice and reclaimed what was taken from me. But instead of triumph, a hollow ache settled deep within my chest. What I truly longed for, what would have made this victory complete, was seeing my beloved parents again.The bitter truth cut through me like a blade. I had allowed the man who planned their deaths into my life. I had loved him. I had let him and his family treat me like nothing. And now, even though justice had been served, my heart still bled.“Come on,” Carolina’s voice broke through my haze as she positioned herself behind me. “You won the case, Martha. Peter Henderson is finally going to pay for everything he took from you.”I turned to her and forced a thin-lipped smile. “Yes, I won,” I murmured, my voice distant, detached.

{Martha's POV}The blaring sound of my phone shattered the peaceful silence of the early morning. I groaned, rolling over and burying my face into the warmth of Nathan’s chest, hoping the caller would give up. But the ringing persisted, shrill and unrelenting.Nathan stirred beside me, his arm tightening around my waist as he let out a soft sigh. “My love,” he murmured sleepily, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple. “Your phone.”I groaned again, reluctantly stretching my hand toward the nightstand. Without glancing at the caller ID, I grabbed the phone and pressed it against my ear.“Hello?” I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep.“Good morning, Martha.”The familiar voice sent a jolt through my body, instantly dispelling the last traces of drowsiness. My breath caught in my throat. Peter.I sat up abruptly, the sheets pooling around my waist as my pulse quickened. After the incident at the Henderson's mansion and the call to court. Peter and I had never spoke to each other, at some poi

{Martha’s POV}“Come on, let me take you to the room so you can rest,” Nathan said as we pulled away from the hug.I let out a deep sigh, exhaustion settling in as he stood and took my hand. His touch was warm, reassuring, the kind of steady presence I needed right now.“Don’t let this bother you,” he murmured as we made our way toward the stairs. “I’ll talk to Michael about it. While you rest, he and I will continue the investigation.”I squeezed his hand, my voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you so much.”Nathan glanced down at me, his expression firm with certainty. “Peter will get what he deserves, my love. I promise you.”His words carried so much conviction that, for a moment, I almost believed justice was inevitable.When we reached the bedroom, I settled onto the bed, the soft mattress cradling my tired body. Nathan lay beside me, pulling me close until my head rested against his chest. His steady heartbeat beneath my ear was soothing, grounding me in a way nothing else cou

{Martha’s POV}I took a deep breath as my body sank into the plush cushions of the living room couch. A wave of relief washed over me, the familiar scent of home wrapping around me like a warm embrace.I had missed this place, the way the soft glow of the chandelier made everything feel safe, the quiet hum of the city outside the windows, the warmth that lived in these walls. And I also had missed staying in the same roof with Nathan. “I’ll tell Carolina to prepare tea for you,” Nathan murmured, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on my cheek. His lips were warm, lingering for just a moment before he straightened and made his way to the kitchen.I watched him disappear around the corner, my heart aching in a way I couldn’t quite describe.Leaning my head against the armrest, I let my eyes flutter shut, allowing the exhaustion to settle. But just as I began to relax, the vibration of my phone in my pocket snapped me back to reality.I frowned, fishing it out and glancing at the screen.

{Martha's POV}I sat on the couch, gripping the hem of my sweater tightly, trying to suppress the weakness coursing through my body. My limbs felt heavy, exhaustion tugging at me, and the urge to go back to bed was almost unbearable.Nathan's eyes were fixed on me, concern evident in his gaze. “What’s wrong?” he asked after a moment, his voice softer than I expected.I hesitated, shifting slightly under his scrutiny. This Nathan, this gentle, caring version of him, was different from the man who had once pushed me away, convinced that I had no place in his life. The change in him was undeniable.Before I could answer, he stood and crossed the small distance between us. When he reached me, he took my hand in his, his grip warm and reassuring. A shiver ran through me, not from the cold, but from the comforting heat of his touch.His thumb brushed against my knuckles before he reached up, resting his palm lightly against my forehead. His touch was tender, his fingers lingering as if he c

{Naomi POV}My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears as I rushed for the door. Heat flushed over me, then turned cold, crawling under my skin. The way Enzo had looked at me with disgust and something deeper, his hand wrapped around my throat, his eyes piercing into mine, made a chill run down my spine.I reached for the handle, desperate to leave, but the door swung open before I could. Maya stood there. Her eyes widened the moment she saw me, then dropped to the lingerie clutched in my hand.My stomach knotted. Heat burned across my cheeks. Without a word, I shoved past her and hurried out.The hallway stretched in front of me, cold and quiet, but all I could hear was the thundering of my heartbeat. My robe slipped against my shoulder as I ran, I clutched it tighter, refusing to look back. I didn’t stop until I reached my room.I slammed the door shut, my back pressing hard against it. “What was I even thinking?” I muttered, heat creeping up my sleeves.My hand went to my

{Enzo POV}I stared at Naomi as she stood there, her eyes fixed on me like I had just killed her pet. What provoked me more wasn’t her glare, it was the fact that she had gotten out of her room. How the hell did she do that?“How did you get out of your room?” I asked, lowering my gaze to the paper in my hand. I had instructed the men to lock the door. My jaw clenched as the thought lingered.She didn’t answer. When I finally looked back at her, something was different. The broken, tear-stained look she wore earlier was gone.She stepped closer, her eyes piercing into mine with a boldness that wasn’t there before. “I…I thought of your offer, and I want to do it.”I scoffed, turning away, the disgust crawling through me sharp and bitter. “Leave. I’m not in the mood.”I dropped onto the bed, staring at the letter in my hand from the Vitale resort team.Brian was moving fast, thinking he could overshadow me, thinking he could bribe people to stay on his side. It was pissing me off. The o

{Naomi POV}The moment I stepped into the room, Enzo’s men closed the door and the lock clicked. I turned towards the bed and sank into it, my heart aching with pain as my mother’s words echoed in my head.A harsh breath left my lips, I buried my face in my palms. It was all my fault for not being there with her when she woke up, the guilt sank in making fresh tears roll down my eyes.Her voice kept replaying in my mind. The way she had sounded hurt and broken. My chest tightened until it felt like I couldn’t breathe.I pressed my lips together, trying to stop the sobs that threatened to escape. My knees curled up and I hugged them, rocking slowly as my tears spilled. The room felt small, as if the walls were closing in on me, trapping me. I wanted to run back to the hospital, to see her and tell her I was sorry, but here I was, locked in this room.My thoughts drifted to Enzo. His offer that night, that was only my option right now, if he can remove one million from my debt as he had

{Enzo POV}I moved my hand against the steering wheel as I drove down the road. My grip tightened a little, my eyes fixed on the stretch ahead. I brushed my hair back with my hand, trying to shove away the sound of Naomi’s quiet sniffling.She had been at it since we left the hospital. At first, I ignored it, but the sound crawled under my skin. I resisted the urge to snap at her. If I did, it would make me look heartless, and though I didn’t care, I had no patience for pity looks from anyone.“Can you stop doing that? I’m trying to concentrate,” I finally said, my voice sharp.She froze, the sound cutting off instantly. I didn’t have to look at her to know she was glaring at me, her lips trembling, eyes full of unshed tears. I didn’t bother to meet her gaze. Whatever happened between her and her mother wasn’t my problem. It was hers, and she could choke on it for all I cared.By the time I pulled into the driveway of the mansion, I cut the engine and stepped out. The sun was already

{Naomi POV}My heart hammered against my chest as I walked down the hallway to my mom’s ward. It had been days since I last saw her, even though Chloe had been checking on her on my behalf.The guilt of not being there pressed down on me with every step, knowing fully well how my mother would react. I’ve always known her to think the worst, and I prayed silently that she wouldn’t today.I brushed a loose strand of hair from my forehead, letting out a rasp breath to calm my nerves. My fingers shook as I reached for the doorknob, but before I touched it, a cold chill ran down my spine. My heart skipped, my stomach tightening with dread.I pushed the door open softly and forced myself to breathe. The sound of the small flat-panel TV filled the quiet space. My mom sat across from it, her shoulders hunched, her eyes glued to the screen.“Mom, how are you doing?” I asked, walking over with a smile I didn’t feel. I was glad to see her awake, but something about her silence made my chest tigh

{Enzo POV}The sound of my feet echoed on the marble tiled floor as I walked down the hallway. Naomi’s words replayed in my head, making me scoff. I wondered where she suddenly got the confidence to speak to me that way.Maybe I’d been too lenient with her. I shouldn’t have taken her to that party. If not because of what people would say, I would have left her at home. I didn’t want to give them the chance to doubt my marriage, or to whisper things I couldn’t control.I pushed open the door to my office and walked over to the desk. I had confirmed what I wanted to know, Brian having a close talk with Mr. Andrew at the party, one of my father’s enemies. Which only means Brian is back to being a suspect. I would have been able to get more of their conversation if Naomi hadn’t jumped into the pool.I shoved my hand into my hair, brushing it back with the weight of the thought. According to Mr. Lucky, it was better not to act fast until I was sure.My eyes drifted back to the laptop scree