Novels by Eternal ink

Aria’s POV:I could recognize his voice anywhere, but I wondered if he could do the same when it comes to me. I would never think of hurting him the way he hurt me.He didn’t care about my feelings; he toyed with me.I was just the toy he played with every time he came back to America.Sighed heavily, ended the call, and forced a smile… I wished he cared for me just like I did.“Aria, Father insists we follow him to the golf club tomorrow.” Ava approached us, and I stared at Sam, who had plans of going to see the chef tomorrow.“Why do we have to follow them to the club?” Sam pouted, and Ava sat next to me.“You could go ask your dad; go away.” Ava shooed Sam away; she left with a frown, and I turned to Ava.“Why did you send her away?”“Because I want to discuss adult stuff,” she answered before checking if anyone was close by. “Liam is back in America. Did he contact you?” She asked, and I shrugged my shoulder; I still didn’t want to talk about him.“If he didn’t and you are really

Aria’s POV:0, 1…1 MONTHIt was exactly thirty days that I had blocked Liam, and I also heard from Rita that he wasn’t back in the country.I have been following the Nord lawsuit case online; Liam was their lawyer and has been fighting their lawsuit case for more than a month.I could only see him from the press; he had his phone by him in every photo, but he never tried to reach out. Of course, I blocked him, but he could have tried to reach out from others.Well, in the last two weeks, I went live and talked about the book I will be self-publishing.It was available for preorder, and so far I already had more than 2000 preorders. I was super excited to finally release the book tomorrow and get honest reviews.Right now I was at the Martins; we were having a family dinner, so Ava and I helped the maid serve dinner by the pool.“Did he finally call?” Ava asked as we walked to the pool with the bottles of wine.“Don’t talk about him,” I said, especially when my parents were present in

Aria’s POV:“Same here, can’t believe I bumped into the girl who can’t find her own boyfriend.” Jasmine snorted loudly, and I exchanged looks with Ava.“Who are they talking about? Olivia was the one who couldn’t find herself a husband, so did they lose their memory?” She scoffed.“Let them be; we came here to relax.” I closed my eyes and chose to focus on my relaxation.“What are you talking about?” Olivia asked Jasmine, No matter how much I tried not to focus on their conversation, I just couldn’t help it.“The other day I went over to meet Liam at his place, and guess who showed up? Aria Nicole” I gritted my teeth and felt Ava’s face move closer to mine. I opened my eyes and found her staring down at me. “What are they talking about? What, Liam?”“Just ignore them; let’s just leave.” I stood up, but Ava grabbed my hand.“We always tell each other everything, so tell me, what are they talking about?”“Ava, come on…”“Then I will ask them.” She stood up and marched towards Jasmine a

Aria’s POV:The ride was silent, and it was killing me. I expected him to question me, but he stayed quiet until we arrived at my apartment.Kraig parked the car and glanced at me. “You must have prepared an explanation for me, Aria,” he said, and I pressed my nails together.“I…I went to attend my friend’s wedding anniversary.”“Do you remember the story my mom loved telling us as kids?” Kraig asked, and I shrugged; she always tells us a lot of stories.“The garden drama,” he stated, and I nodded. I remembered that was one of her favorite stories to narrate.“There were two gardens, one for plants like orchids, which require moisture and a lot of watering to survive, and the other for plants like succulents, which do better in dry conditions.” Hmmm…I remembered the story as if it was yesterday. It was one of the most boring stories she ever told us.“That story wasn’t about plants, you know. It was about life; there are people in life who do better in their gardens and will never st

Aria’s POV:Rita shrugged her shoulder. “There is never a reason for it; the cops just randomly shows up and arrest the men because they were probably smoking or gathering for a conversation… They believe the worst when it comes to our community.”That was bad and biased; they can’t keep raiding a community just because they don’t trust it.“Luckily Liam is in town; he said he was going to get them out, and they will join us,” she sighed in relief before rubbing the baby’s cheeks.“Can I hold him?” I asked, and she nodded before handing the baby to me; he was really cute and looked so much like Salmon.“He is cute.” I smiled at the baby, who kept staring at me. “What’s his name?”“Salmon Junior”“No way!” I chuckled as we both burst out in laughter.“Rita… Liam is back!” We heard someone yell from downstairs, and Rita stood up excitedly.“He must have gotten the boys out of jail.”She walked to the door before stopping in her tracks. “The baby is a little sick, so I don’t want him out

Aria’s POV:Liam didn’t even say goodbye; he walked to his car with Alex and drove away. I didn’t even get the chance to thank him; he really is the best.“He left; I couldn’t even thank him.” I pouted and turned to Sam, who was still staring at the car, which had just left.“I still can’t believe Alex became a star.” Sam muttered before smacking her lips. “Life is really unpredictable, sister; I mean… A year ago he was just some nuisance playing an instrument in front of our school.” “Really?”“Hmm, he was in love with my best friend and kept trying to get her attention, but she had humiliated him in front of the school; she called him a lowlife and also a joker for thinking she could ever date someone like him.” Did something like that really happen?That was embarrassing.“Anyway, I feel like robbing the bank right now,” she jumped excitedly as we approached my car.“Why?” Does she think being in jail was such a brag?“Because Liam Styles is my lawyer, he will get me out.” She la

The hall was filled with big business men who had all showed up for the launching of the new product who was told will change their lives forever.Coyle was busy discussing with some business men who kept trying to congratulate him for the product “I think you are congratulating the wrong person…Tradtech has a CEO you know” he said, he knew they were trying to garner favour from him so they could get the product installed in their companies and homes but he had no say in it.“But you are the…”“Yeah but i don’t handle Tradtech businesses anymore…” Coyle explained, of course he remains one of the biggest shareholder of Tradtech but he didn’t manage the business…he was focused on other lines of business and his wifeTalking of his wife, Hazel had just stepped into the hall with Muna and the others. A smile formed on his lips before he turned to those business men “Excuse me”They chuckled among themselves “He is a finished man, look at him running to his wife” they burst out in laughter

Mia sat in her office watching a Korean movie with a wide smile plastered on her face. She had chosen to be happy and come to terms with the fact that she will never get a fairytale romance life.A knock came from the door, and she frowned. “I am busy,” she yelled and continued with her movie, but the door pushed open, and her gaze shifted to the door.“You.” She quickly dropped her phone, and Jude scanned her office, his gaze landing on the many awards she displayed in her office, and couldn’t help but chuckle; it was so her.“Uhm…how can I help you?” Mia asked while rubbing her palms nervously, It’s been a month, and she hasn’t talked to him and chose to focus on healing because she knew there was no way he would ever consider her.“Here,” he shoved a folder to Mia, who picked it up and went through it, and her eyes lit up, but she chose to be composed.“Is this real?” she asked, and Jude nodded, and a smile formed on her lips.“Wait…why did you accept now?” She wondered, earlier wh

Damon was quickly sent to the emergency room with Dora, and Arthur kept pacing in front of the ward with Muna.“My grandson,” Muna was all pale from crying so much; she just wanted her grandson to be fine.“He will be fine,” Coyle said from behind, and they all turned to him before Muna hurried and hugged him tightly.“Coyle…Coyle.”“I am fine, Muna.” He kissed her forehead and smiled at Arthur, who nodded.“How is Hazel?” Muna asked, and Coyle nodded.“They are fine,” he replied with a wide smile. The doctors already did a checkup on her, and she was fine… All she needed was rest and a good meal.“They?” Arthur questioned.“Hmm…she is pregnant,” he blurted, and they all got sore eyes before the emergency ward pushed open.“How are they?” Arthur hurried to the doctor.“Your wife’s case is so critical, and I don’t think she will be able to live past five minutes,” the doctor explained, and Arthur gritted his teeth.“But your son is fine… He will be transferred to the general ward soon,

Dora chuckled and smacked her lips. “Coyle Anderson,” she called, and he walked closer and stood next to Damon.“Where is Hazel?”“If you go on your knee and beg me, then maybe…just maybe I could tell you where she is.” Dora burst out in laughter; she couldn’t believe they thought she was going to tell them where Hazel was.“I gave you what you asked for, so why didn’t you keep your side of the deal?” Coyle questioned, and Dora scoffed.“So what? I tell you where Hazel is and then get arrested by the cops?” She questioned, and Ray’s gaze moved to her phone, which was on the chair and kept ringing in silence.“Why? Why do this to me? My parents loved you.” Coyle questioned because he just couldn’t understand why Dora could do such.“I will check the other rooms.” Damon walked past Dora and picked up her phone before he dialled the number that just called her.“The ship is ready, but the lady keeps nagging. Is it okay if we give her sleeping pills?” A voice asked over the phone, and Dam

Coyle hurried to the kid who had cried his eyes out; there was a bomb wrapped around his waist, and he had no idea what to do.“Calm down….I am here,” he muttered and suddenly heard footsteps from the door. He quickly turned to find the cops and the expert.“Hurry up,” he prompted the expert, who stepped forward and got busy trying to deactivate the bomb.“Get him out of here…please,” Coyle said and turned to leave when Sven called.“Father…please, I am scared; don’t leave me here,” he cried out, and Coyle clenched his fist.He walked back, and the expert was taking a lot of time to deactivate the bomb. “It’s complicated, one minute,” he assured Coyle before he finally succeeded in deactivating it.“Sven…these men will take you home, and I will be right there, okay? I just have to find the criminals responsible for this,” he explained to the kid, who nodded.“Come with me.” Coyle pointed at the expert who followed him to his car, and he drove out before dialling Ray’s contact.“Did yo

Coyle had signalled the officers, and they were busy searching for Sven as well, and Sharon served everyone coffee, but they were all anxious waiting for Dora’s message.It had been more than an hour since she last called, and Coyle was already losing his mind. “She is doing this intentionally,” Coyle cursed before he clenched his fist.Damon’s phone rang, and he stared at them. “It’s her,” he said, and the call got connected before he placed it on speaker.“Your wife is such a nuisance, and I am tired of her… So I will tell you her location,” Dora said with a frustrated tone. She was tired.“And Sven…he is so noisy.”“Why do you have Sven? He is your grandson, so will you also hurt him?” Tasha asked in disbelief, was Dora that heartless?“I know how much Coyle loves his kid and wife, so I am going to hold onto them dearly,” she chuckled before Coyle’s phone signalled new messages.Dora had sent images to him; the first was one of Hazel tied to a chair with a bomb wrapped around her,

Linda walked over and quietly shut the door on the maid. “What are you talking about? You didn’t kill him… his country did,” she insisted, but Lena only shook her head, grief etched into her features.“I’m such a monster,” Lena whispered. Linda’s heart clenched at the sight of her sister breaking down.“He killed our parents, Lena. You need to hate him.” Linda tried to convince her, but Lena’s pain was too raw.“Why did he kill our parents?” Lena asked, her voice trembling. Linda looked away, but Lena grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to face the truth.“Tell me, Linda. Why?”Linda’s composure shattered. “Because of me,” she confessed, a tear slipping down her cheek before she could wipe it away. “It’s all because of me, and I feel so guilty. I just want to give you your life back,” she managed. “You wanted to marry Chris, right? I’ll arrange everything. I’ll make sure you get the happy life you deserve. Just pretend everything that happened was a bad dream and you are still getting m

Linda had spent the entire day convincing the authorities to let her and Lena leave for America that very night. Italy was no longer safe for them, and finally, her request was approved.First, Linda managed to get Lena out of the hospital unnoticed. Lena lay unconscious on the wooden bed in a small room as Linda paced anxiously. “We need to leave today. If Nero’s execution doesn’t go through, he might come for you—and I won’t let that happen,” she muttered, glancing at the clock again.Outside, the private jet had just landed. The government had kept its word about returning Lena safely to America. A man in a suit walked down the jet’s stairs and approached the hut.“Lena Morgan?” he asked, flashing his credentials.“That’s me,” Linda replied, and his gaze shifted to Lena.“I requested a nurse for the flight. My sister passed out,” Linda explained.“Understood. I’ll carry her to the plane.”Linda nodded as the man carefully lifted Lena. They made their way to the jet, and a nurse imm

“Just Leave” "Just leave," Lena muttered, turning her face away. She couldn’t bear to look at him. The closer Nero got, the weaker her resolve became. Her protective wall was crumbling. "Death is an easier escape, huh?" Nero said, his voice calm but laced with pain. "Then let me take that route." Lena stared at him in disbelief, wondering if he was serious or just trying to emotionally blackmail her.He turned to his men, who stood by anxiously, sensing the danger of the situation. "You all leave," he ordered firmly. The men exchanged uneasy glances. "Boss..." one of them began, hesitant. They knew the police were closing in; how could he ask them to leave now? "Do as I say," Nero growled, his tone leaving no room for argument. With reluctant nods, his men obeyed, filing out of the hospital. As soon as they were gone, Otto stepped forward, raising his gun and pointing it at Nero. "A criminal like you doesn't deserve freedom," Otto spat. Nero nodded, showing no res

They reached the police van, and it pulled away from the curb. “Miss Morgan, this way,” some officers gestured, but Joan shoved the nearest one aside and stepped in front of Lena.“Remember our deal?” Joan asked, eyes cold. Lena looked anywhere but at her.“I hope you do. And you must be foolish to make Nero your enemy. That man is beyond anything you imagine.” Joan burst out laughing and pointed at her father, who sat calmly, watching it all. “He was trained and raised by that man over there. Do you really think you can bring Nero down?”Joan leaned in, her voice icy. “Even if you dig a hole and hide, Lena Morgan, he’ll find you. The only way to be free is through death—and I’d be happy to grant you that.”Lena pushed Joan aside and walked past her before she stopped before Dante, memories of how he pushed her parents down the balcony kept replaying, she quenched her fist. “You pushed them,” she muttered.Dante shrugged. “I don’t regret it. But I know you, Lena. You’ll live with regr

“What is that supposed to mean?” Joan asked.“I mean our wedding night,” Lena explained, and Joan chuckled.The car parked in front of an excluded hall; they chose to hold the wedding away from the city so they could have their men guard the place without interference from the police.“Wait here…” Joan walked down the car and hurried to the door; the hall was filled with their guests, and her father sat in the front.“Dante,” she waved at Dante, who was dressed in a brown suit. Dante hurried to her.“Where is Nero?” Joan questioned, and Dante checked his watch.“He will be here in about five minutes; don’t worry about him.”“But the bride can’t go in first; he needs to wait for her at the podium,” Joan pouted. They were going to ruin her perfect wedding setting.She already had everything planned, from the romantic scenes to the music."And something seemed off with the guards which followed us, they were too visible. Did Nero change his security system?" She asked and Dante shrugged

It was the night before the wedding; Nero had spent the week making preparations. He didn’t want his enemies showing up to hurt Lena; he was going to give her the fairytale life she deserved.“What are you thinking about?” Lena asked while lying on his chest.“You,” he replied, and she chuckled and looked up at him.“What about me?”“Many people told me I was no different from my dad; they said I became a criminal just like him,” he explained, and Lena sat up. She loved hearing him talk about his family; this was her chance to get to know him better.“I believed them… I mean, I still believe them.”“He was neither a good father nor husband, so I was scared—scared to get married and treat a woman exactly how my mother was treated.”“You will be a great husband,” she assured him, and he rubbed her lips.“What if I end up having a child who pulls a trigger at me?” he questioned. He had done the same to his dad, and he knew so well that karma was real, so what if his son does the same to