Novels by authordreamer22

Violet My brow puckers in confusion as I try to put two and two together. But it just won't stick. “What do you mean?”She walks to the sofa and perches on it, crossing her legs. “Well, it's about time I came clean about something.”She takes a sip of her coffee. “You’re a fool and a loser. And you'll always be.” She glares at me. “You were right. I did everything possible to throw you out of Ethan's life.”My frown turns to a scowl. Now she's coming clean. Behind closed doors. “Ethan came on to me.” Her expression takes a faraway quality as she looks away, then places her cup on the coffee table. She's somewhere in her memories. “I liked him quite a lot. But my mom would've disowned me if she found out I was dating a poor boy. Who'd have fed me and paid my bills if she'd disowned me?”She springs out of her memories and then stares at me.“When I discovered he was a billionaire's son, I cried, regretted. I was powerless because he was with my friend. You. However, I waited patientl

VioletPaisley helps me to the cage they call a bedroom seeing as I can barely stand on my feet, let alone walk. She lays me down on the bed slowly and painstakingly. I whimper, my breath shallow as my butt touches the mattress as I huff for relief.Tears roll down my face as the memory of a few minutes ago replays in my head, his promise even more so. Will it make any difference if I told him I have a trauma? I'm afraid it won't. What will I do when he comes back to shove a bottle inside me and do wicked things to my body?“It’s seven in the morning and yet there you lay,” Vanessa's voice drills into my reverie, drawing our attention toward the doorway. “Ethan sent the housekeepers home. Be downstairs in five minutes. The chores won't do themselves.” She turns and walks off.My heart skips in fear. Ethan meant what he said earlier. I've always lived in a small apartment. My family house was small, and still, we shared the chores among ourselves. I may pass out after cleaning only th

A wave of overwhelming pain jolts me into full awakening, eliciting a long gasp from me. “God,” I shout, panting in pain and panic.The entire muscles in my shoulders and hands have gone completely overstretched, numb, and maddeningly aching. My hands have turned purple, if not black, swollen, and tingling. I manage to look to my right. Paisley is standing beside the beam, gazing in horror.“Get me off the restraints, Paisley. Quick,” I shout in panic.She rushes closer and unlocks the cuff, but I still can’t move my hand. She rushes to the other end and unlocks the other cuff. I connect with the floor starkly, cry out in pain, then curl up and take my numb yet shivering hands closer to me when the stiffness lifts a bit, gasping through tears.Ethan wasn’t going to come back to the dungeon last night. This is what he wanted to happen. How could he be so cruel?A strong whiff of cologne waltzes through my nostrils, creating an awareness that makes me open my eyes. I must have been so

VioletAn eerie silence, thick as fog, hangs over us. I worry with my sweaty hands, anxious.This whole new dark side of him unfurls by the minute, and the more he unveils his dark side, the more I fearfully doubt that I can survive this marriage.Kurt, just as impatient as his boss, pulls up at the concrete parking lot. What I hear the following moment is a shriek from me as Ethan fists my hair and yanks me to his side of the car.He pushes open the car door and pulls me roughly out of the car, dragging me into the house by my hair. My crying becomes endless as I pull on his strong fist to peel his hand off my hair, my ankles occasionally twisting and I cry out loudly each time.“Stop. It hurts. Let go. Let go!” I scream.He doesn't listen, doesn't care. He just wants to unleash his long-standing fury. The force and his quick steps have my stilettos pulling off my legs. I'm left in my pantyhose.The housekeepers and maids in the living room are going about their activities, complete

Violet I hear the harsh rage roaring beneath his hoarse voice, his eyes displaying his true feelings and intentions. A primal instinct wills me to flee, but obviously, I can't.Ethan doesn't want my help for anything. He just wants to hurt me for breaking his rule.He gently takes my wrist, edging me into the hallway. His pace is gentle, but his grip is so hard and bruising that I tighten my jaw, and my breath gets shallow while I’m trying to suppress my reactions.In the hallway, which appears to be empty, Ethan loses his cool and his pace quickens to the point I’m running behind him.“Ethan, stop.” He doesn’t listen. “Ethan, you’re hurting my wrist,” I gasp in panic.“You dare to break my rule, you slut. I warned you.”He pushes open a two-sided wooden door and shoves me into what looks like an enormous, sophisticated art studio. I stagger forward, nearly losing my stance, but I quickly counterbalance my weight.I only register when he shuts the door, as what happens next is a blur

VioletArm in arm, Ethan and I step into the exhibition hall. Ethan’s aunt’s art show is having its anniversary tonight.A glimmer of sadness drains the smile from my face. I don’t care about wealth or luxury. Peter’s arm around mine instead of Ethan’s is all the luxury I need. What happened between Peter and me was my fault. I chose to work in Aion Soft, knowing it was Ethan’s establishment.The grand, breathtaking, and sophisticated gallery is alive with the soft hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, occasional bursts of laughter, and the soft, graceful pitter-patter of feet. There’s excitement in the atmosphere as most visitors move around sipping wine while they admire the jaw-dropping artwork on display, some sharing their passion for creativity.There are so many artworks on display. Visual arts, applied arts, digital arts gathered from many sources, mixed media, just to name a few.This sophisticated space is where the line between artists, viewers, and artwork blurs. I