Novels by Eternal ink

Lena stood up in disbelief; she stood there like a fool as everyone’s gaze got diverted to her.“Lena,” Chris muttered while trying to keep his composure; he had no idea she would show up after the last time they met.Lena felt like bursting out in anger and asking why he was getting married in less than a month after they broke up. Why was he all smiles instead of trying to save her from the grip of Nero?And when did he meet a bride?“Congratulations.” Lena couldn't help but smile painfully; she walked past Chris when he went after her.He held her arm and pulled her towards him. “Lena, what’s all this?” He questioned, did she just show up to ruin his wedding or what?“I should be asking you this: How could you do this, Chris? How could you be getting married?" Lena questioned in disbelief, was such a thing even normal?They had been together for more than five years, and barely a month after their breakup, he was getting married?“I am sorry, Lena, but I just had to give in to my m

It was exactly two hours later, and Lena stood before the mirror, staring at her reflection.She wasn't dressed in some heavy party gown or a white wedding gown; that made her sigh in great relief.Lena was dressed in an above-the-knee blue, handless gown; she also wore expensive jewellery with her hair held in a bun.“Here, ma’am.” A maid walked in with a glass of juice, and Lena appreciated it.“Can I know how you got the courage to apply for a job as a maid under a mafia?” Lena was so curious; weren't these ladies scared of working for a mafia?“That’s the thing; we don’t have a choice. These men own us,” the maid explained with a painful smile, and Lena was confused.“You are American, so how come an Italian man owns you?” asked Lena.“It doesn’t matter what I am; this life is cruel, and there is not one bit of kindness in it. I just decided to serve the master who will at least not abuse me sexually or hit me."Lena’s brows furrowed; she just couldn’t understand a thing.“I will

Lena kept staring at Nero, wondering if he was serious. Was that the only condition she could fulfil before she followed him to America?If so, then she wasn’t interested; it’s not like she will succeed in escaping once she gets to America.“I... I will go ease myself.” Lena stuttered and walked down the bed before heading to the bathroom.“If I go to America, then I could report the case to our local police; they will definitely take sides with me,” Lena thought, pondering how to go about it; after all, she wasn't giving up on her plans of revenge and also escaping this cruel man.Later she took a peek in the bedroom and found Nero was gone; Lena sighed in relief before she sat on the bed and scanned the place.“Who would have believed that a day would come when I would be this way?” Lena chuckled when a knock came from the door.“Hello, Miss Lena,” Dona called from the door. The door pushed open, and Dona walked in with a small suitcase.“I will pack your stuff in here, or do you wi

Nero carried Lena out of the club because she just kept crying. He sighed and tried to understand why she was crying.Was it the fact that her sister was a murderer or that his sister was dead?After a long drive they finally arrived at the mansion and got out of the car. Lena had already fallen asleep, so Nero had to carry her up to her bedroom and place her on the bed.“Why do you cry a lot?” he questioned, his gaze focused on her face.“I have never seen someone cry as much as you; even my little nephew didn't cry this much.” Nero commented, he checked the time and sighed heavily. It was late, and he had to take care of some things.“Sleep tight, habibi.” Nero exited the bedroom, and Lena’s eyes slowly opened; she sat up on the bed and gripped the sheets tightly.“They are trying to turn me against my sister; all this was just a plot by him.” Lena started analysing everything that happened tonight.It sounded stupid to her; this must have been a plan hatched by Nero to make her st

Nero wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her closer. “I will welcome you and teach you everything you need to know,” he said, and Lena nodded; she was going to learn every trick possible to ruin him, his weaknesses and strengths.“I will appreciate that; maybe we could start by defining our relationship, or don’t mafias do that?” Lena questioned, and she noticed Nero had a look of doubt, as if he was trying to uncover her plans.“Earlier at the restaurant, those ladies called me your whore, and that’s why I want a defined relationship with you, but it’s fine if I am asking too much.”Nero checked his watch before he dipped his hand in his suit and took out a card. “You can’t access the chess club without this; Dante will tell you what to do.” Nero explained, and Lena took the card and turned to leave but stopped on her path and turned to him.“I don’t know what’s in that suitcase, but I can tell it’s very important for you, so I promise to try my best,” she assured him, and h

Lena got dressed in a blue short gown she found in her closet. Before, she would never have dared to dress this way, but she felt so confident right now and also felt like a boss.A boss of her revenge planShe walked to the car and found Dante had leant on the car; he got in, but Lena didn’t; she stood there with folded arms when his gaze moved to her.“Miss Lena, aren't you going out?” Dante asked. He was already upset that he was ordered to be her driver, and now she was trying to make things hard for him.“The door,” Lena said, twisting her lips, which had perfectly applied red gloss on them.Dante’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, but he nodded in understanding and walked down the car, pulled the door open for her, and she got in. Dante banged the door angrily, and this caused Lena to flinch in fear.“I want to go to a very expensive restaurant,” Lena spouted, and Dante stared at her, trying to wonder if this was Linda or Lena.Were these sisters playing a trick on him?“As

Hazel stopped on her path and thought about what she promised herself: never to leave her home for another woman.So she walked to the dining table with her gaze locked with Selene's.“I will make sure to wipe that smirk off your face,” Hazel promised herself.“Hazel dear, I am glad you are here.” Muna said with a wide smile, and she stood up and pulled a chair out for Hazel.“She has hands, Grandma,” Audrey scoffed, and Hazel ignored her before she pushed the seat back in.“Thanks, Muna, but I didn’t come here to have breakfast with your little family. I am here to see..." Hazel was saying when Dora chimed in.“Why are you speaking this way, dear? You are part of our family.”Hazel just nodded, though she didn’t feel that way at all.“My dear sister-in-law,” Damon’s voice echoed from upstairs; he hurried towards her with a wide smile.Who would have thought his call would bring her here?He couldn’t meet with her since she no longer worked at her old company and was always at home.“

Hazel walked downstairs to make breakfast and was surprised to find Sven on the couch, busy on his iPad.She frowned her brow and scanned the place but couldn’t find Selene, so she approached the kid.“Umm, hello,” Hazel called, and Sven’s gaze moved to her; he completely ignored her and continued playing his video games.“What’s your name?” Hazel questioned. After all, her problem was with Selene and not the kid; he didn’t wish to have a mother like Selene.“It’s none of your concern, maid.” Sven spouted, and Hazel’s brows furrowed.“Maid?” she asked in disbelief. How could this kid refer to her as a maid? Did she look like one?“Yes, aren't you the maid of this house? So tell me why you are talking to me instead of making me breakfast." Asked the little kid, and Hazel chuckled.“Fine, I will make you breakfast. What do you want to eat?” “Whatever my daddy eats, just go and also get me a glass of water.” Sven waved his hand at Hazel, who nodded and left for the kitchen.Hazel couldn

Muna felt bad and took a step closer to Hazel; she cupped Hazel’s cheeks with her palms and said, “Coyle has wanted to tell you this for weeks now, but he was scared.”Hazel shook her head in denial; she knew Coyle so well, and he was anything but scared.“How come even the people who hate him couldn't tell me that?” She asked in disbelief; Audrey, Sommer, or Damon could have blurted that to her, but they didn't.They kept mute and watched her make a fool out of herself. “I always thought you considered me as a granddaughter, Muna, but the fact that you could keep such a thing from me really breaks me.” Hazel muttered and walked out of the house no matter how many times they kept calling her.Now all she wanted was to be alone, Hazel sat at the park close to the mansion for more than three hours just contemplating and trying to understand everything happening.“I don’t hate the fact that he has a kid; I hate the fact that he lied to me and broke the trust I have for him,” Hazel though

Mr. Jones was busy going through some business documents. He had become very serious these days ever since Coyle told him he was still going to invest in his company if he worked with a man abroad and made him come to the country.“Here.” Mrs. Jones filled his empty cup of coffee, and both their gazes moved to the door when they heard footsteps approach.It was Hazel.She stomped in and walked past them. “Hazel,” her mum called, but Hazel didn’t stop; she headed upstairs to her old bedroom and closed the door, and her parents exchanged confused looks.“Do you think she argued with her husband?” Mrs. Jones asked, and this got Mr. Jones worried: Did his daughter anger Coyle or what?“She is your daughter; go verify,” he said, and Mrs. Jones nodded before she hurried upstairs and knocked at the door.“Hazel,” she called, but there was no response.“What happened? Did you get into an argument with Coyle?” Mrs. Jones kept asking, but there was no response.While Hazel leant against the doo

The lady next to Hazel had a wide smile on her face; she was blonde with brown eyes.The lady was no other than Selene; she walked past Hazel and stood before Coyle.“Hello Coyle, our son missed you a lot. That’s why I showed up,” she explained at once, because she didn’t want him to get upset.Coyle shoved the little boy to the side and walked to Hazel, who looked all pale, like she had just seen a ghost.“You... you are injured; let’s go home,” he said, and Hazel couldn’t believe that was what he was bothered about.This child just called him daddy; won’t he explain what’s happening?Hazel raised her hand and pointed at the kid. “Is that your son?” she questioned, and he bowed his head and clinched her hands.“Baby, let’s talk at home, please.” Coyle muttered, and Selene walked towards them.She found out yesterday that Coyle was married and immediately took the next flight to the country, but she still had her doubts.Now she realised the lady she had just scolded was Coyle’s wife.

It was around 6 pm when Coyle returned from work and found Hazel on a video call with Tasha in the sitting room.They were busy discussing their new restaurant, and Hazel had no idea that Coyle was by the door watching her.“Let’s check it out tomorrow, then.”Then a frown formed on her face. “How many times will I tell you that I don't want him investing or helping me? We could always get other investors, but just not Coyle.” Hazel scolded Tasha, who kept insisting they go the easier way.“Why?” Coyle asked, and Hazel flinched; she never expected he would be back this early.“Umm, you are back.” She smiled at him and ended the call. Coyle strode and stood before her.“Why are you in the sitting room and not on the bed?” he asked, and she chuckled and sighed in relief; for a moment she thought he heard her conversation with Tasha.“I waited for long, but you didn’t show up.” Hazel answered, and he scanned the place before holding her hand and pulled her up.“Now I am back, so?”His li