Novels by Giselle_lynette

The day had finally arrived. The morning sun poured through the windows, casting a warm golden glow over the house. Harrison stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of his suit. His hands were steady, but his heart raced with excitement. Today was the day he would marry Emma, the woman who had brought light back into his life after so much darkness.He could hardly believe it. After everything they had gone through, after the pain, the uncertainty, and the fear, they had come this far. Now, they were about to start a new chapter together, one filled with love, happiness, and hope.Harrison looked at his reflection one last time, straightening his tie before walking out of the room. Downstairs, he could hear the soft murmur of voices. Rachel and Ethan were already there, helping with the final preparations. Emma was getting ready, and Harrison couldn’t wait to see her, to see the woman he would call his wife.He walked into the living room where Rachel and Ethan were waiting

Harrison slowly opened his eyes, feeling the soft warmth of the bed around him. But as he turned to his side, he noticed something was missing. Emma wasn’t there. His heart skipped a beat. Where could she be? He rubbed his eyes and sat up, glancing around the room. She wasn’t on the other side of the bed, and the house felt unusually quiet. His mind raced as he pushed the covers off and got out of bed. Maybe she was in the sitting room or downstairs. He quickly walked out of the room, his steps light, as he looked for her. As he made his way down the hallway, he could hear voices coming from the sitting room. It sounded like Emma, Rachel, and Ethan. Harrison’s heart lifted a little at the sound of their voices. He smiled to himself, glad they were all together. It meant everything was okay. When he reached the sitting room, he stopped in the doorway. There, sitting together on the couch, were Emma, Rachel, Ethan, and the maid who had been helping with Ethan. They were all talking an

Morning light crept into the room, soft and warm. Emma slowly opened her eyes, feeling the weight of Harrison’s arm around her. He was still sleeping, his breathing slow and steady. She smiled, her heart full of warmth. She had never felt this peaceful before. His presence beside her made everything feel right. But she didn’t want to wake him. He needed his rest. Carefully, she slid out of the bed, being as quiet as possible. The cold air of the room made her shiver slightly, but the memory of last night kept her warm. She tiptoed out of the room and into the sitting room, not wanting to disturb him further. Once she reached the sitting room, Emma let out a sigh of relief. It felt like her own space, a place where she could just think and breathe. She reached for the remote and switched on the TV, hoping for some distraction. The soft buzz of the screen came to life, but she didn’t expect what came next. The news anchor’s voice echoed through the room. “Breaking news: Mr. Blackwood

The door clicked shut softly behind us as Harrison and I entered our room. The house was quiet, but the thought of everything that had happened still hung in the air. The past days had been a whirlwind of emotions, but now, in this moment, there was just the two of us. I walked towards the bed, my heart racing as I thought about everything we had been through. But before I could sit down, I felt Harrison’s presence behind me. I turned slowly, meeting his gaze, and my breath caught in my throat. His eyes were dark, filled with something I couldn’t quite read. He didn’t say anything at first, but I could feel the tension building between us. Without warning, he stepped forward, his hands reaching for me. My heart raced as he gently pulled me into his arms. The warmth of his body surrounded me, and for a moment, I let myself relax, feeling the safety and comfort he always gave me. But then, the moment shifted. Harrison’s hands moved to my waist, his touch firmer now, sending a ripple o

The moment we stepped through the door, a sense of relief washed over me. We were finally home. It felt like a lifetime since I had last walked through this threshold, but there was something different about this time. It wasn’t just the physical space—it was the change in the air, the way everything seemed just a little bit lighter, a little less heavy. It wasn’t perfect, not by any means, but it was a step in the right direction. I didn’t even have time to fully take in the warmth of the house before my feet were moving toward Ethan’s room. My heart had been heavy with worry ever since I’d heard about the accident. It was like I couldn’t breathe until I knew he was okay. I pushed open the door quietly, my eyes immediately searching for my son. Ethan lay in his crib, surrounded by the soft glow of the nightlight, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest telling me that he was peacefully asleep. Relief filled me, but it was bittersweet. I stepped closer, careful not to disturb him. T

The atmosphere in the hospital room was heavy, filled with unspoken words and lingering tension. The sterile smell of antiseptic mixed with the soft beeping of machines, the only sound breaking the silence. Rachel sat in the hospital bed, her eyes fixed on the door as she waited. She wasn’t sure what to expect from Luca, especially after everything he had done. But deep down, she hoped that, at the very least, he had changed. Luca stood by the door, his hands clenched tightly by his sides. His face was weary, eyes downcast, as if he was afraid to look anyone in the eye. He had been through so much, but nothing felt as heavy as what he had done to Rachel. He had hurt her, destroyed her family’s trust, and pushed her to the edge. The weight of his actions had followed him every day since, and now he had come to this moment to face the consequences. Harrison stood beside Luca, his presence offering quiet support. He hadn’t said much on the drive over, but Harrison knew this was importan

Savannah woke up to the sound of soft knocking on her door. She rubbed her eyes, still puffy from crying the night before. The room was dim, the heavy curtains blocking out most of the morning sunlight. “Come in,” she said, her voice hoarse. One of the maids entered quietly, carrying a tray with breakfast. The smell of fresh coffee and warm croissants filled the room, but Savannah’s stomach churned. She had no appetite. “Good morning, Mrs. Wolfe,” the maid said, placing the tray on a small table by the window. Savannah forced a small smile. “Thank you.” The maid hesitated before leaving, glancing at Savannah as if she wanted to say something. “Are you alright, ma’am? You seem... tired.” Savannah shook her head. “I’m fine. Thank you.” The maid nodded and left, closing the door softly behind her. Savannah stared at the untouched breakfast, her mind racing. The events of the previous day played on a loop in her head. Dominic’s coldness, Sophia’s smugness—it all made her feel so s

The day had been quiet for Savannah. Too quiet. The sprawling mansion seemed so big and empty. Every step she took seemed to echo down the hall as a reminder of her loneliness.The staff was polite but distant, sticking to their tasks without too much interaction. She'd spent the morning in the library again, though the comfort she found in the room the day before might have been just a figment of her imagination.She had made it to the lounge by early afternoon: a cozy, formal room of plush cream-colored furniture and large windows that let in the sunlight. She tried to read but her mind kept drifting back to Dominic.The conversation that had taken place in the library last night had left her a little disturbed. For one brief moment, she almost felt she saw a glimmer of a human being behind the cold and calculated facade. But it had vanished as fast as it came, leaving her with a lot of questions.The sound of a car pulling up outside broke into her thoughts. She peered out the wind

She sat amidst this grand guest room Dominic gave to her, staring at these really fancy decorations: cream paint covering the walls with the slight streak of gold, an enormous bed smothered by satin-white sheets that were definitely too nice for her body. A crystal overhead poured its warm light down at the room. It's all beautiful, but way over-the-top. Her hands fluttered nervously in her lap, a storm of emotions swirling inside her. She hadn't spoken much with Dominic since their wedding. After exchanging vows, he had told her to get comfortable and then gone into his office. She hadn't expected him to be romantic, but their coldness hurt. Her mind was filled with questions. What had she done? What kind of man had she married? Could she really live like this? Every choice she had made in the last week felt desperate. She thought of her mother, whose warm smile was now replaced by worry. Creditors were after them, threatening to take their home and ruin her father's legacy. Savan

The last thing Savannah Harper wanted to do was beg a man like Dominic Wolfe for Help. But here she was, standing outside the towering glass building of Wolfe Enterprises, holding her battered purse like a shield. Her heart was racing as she stared at the reflection of the city skyline in the doors. Somewhere inside that skyscraper, the man who could save her family or destroy what remained of it waited for her. Her hands shook a little as she wiped the sweat off her palms against her dress. This wasn't just her last chance; it was her only one. If that failed, creditors would come knocking within days. Her mother, who had worked her fingers to the bone since her father's death, would lose the bakery and the home that came with it. Savannah could already envision the repossession notices taped to the windows, the shame in her mother's eyes as their world crumbled. But even more than that, she was afraid of the man she was about to face. Dominic Wolfe wasn't just a billionaire; he