Novels by authordreamer22

I crane my neck upward and fix Ethan with a questioning stare, trying to put two and two together, but the further I try, the further his utterance eludes me. There was an extraordinary meeting, and the paparazzi were there by chance and had tumbled on us. Right? “I don't follow,” I whisper, confused.“Don’t worry, I'll spell it out for you. I knew marrying you would be easier if I put my career on the line. So I somehow followed you to that parking lot and had one of my allies bring the paparazzi to us.” He laughs victoriously, but I can hear the mockery behind his laughter.His words break me inside. Realizing the whole thing was a scheme to lure me into his inferno and hurt me, sorrow, anger, and fear swell inside me. My eyes mist over and my throat tightens; I'm shivering to my lip.I succumb to my emotions as body-shaking sobs claim me.I wriggle in his arms to free myself, which makes him tighten his hands around me. “You’re crazy,” I sob, my voice barely above a whisper.“I kn

VioletEthan grabs the knife by the blade and the fear he’ll cut me with it propels me to jerk my hand back, the knife slicing his palm open. An impulsive gasp burst from my lips. He doesn’t let go of the blade. He’s tightened his grip around the tip where he’s held on to when I pulled the knife. My eyes rivet on the gory sight of blood cascading down his hand. If he’s in pain, he doesn’t show. Not even for the slightest.I let out a shaky breath, and as he attempts to pull the knife, not caring about his wounded palm, I willingly splay my hand to let him have the knife. As soon as I do, he grabs my neck with his unscathed hand and leans closer. His grasp is surprisingly soft.He skims the flat of the blade down my cheek with his bloodied hand, painting my face with his blood.He edges the knife to my chin, craning my neck upward so that our eyes meet. The fear he’ll do something untoward to me traps my breath in my lungs and my muscles tense.“Do you have any idea what’s going thro

VioletI sit on the foot of the bed for a flat two hours, anxious, swaying in a whirlwind of thoughts—thoughts centered on escaping whatever plans Ethan has for me tonight. With clammy hands, I fidget with the robe I have on.I've concocted plans, which include asking the lady for a bottle of Tylenol while pretending I have a headache.Six pills of Tylenol will take me straight to the hospital, changing our wedding night to a harrowing caregiving vigil at the hospital.The knife is my last-ditch effort to escape the night, when everything else fails. I'm only hoping I don't get pushed to use it.When the doorknob turns, I jerk up and hustle to the door to collect the pills from the lady, but who comes standing in the doorway when the door opens makes me halt halfway.I shudder with a gasp, recoiling quickly, my heart beating in a rapid cadence as I gaze at Ethan.The fearsome man who hates me and is now my fake but lawfully real husband is bearing down on me. His eyes, blazing with fu

VioletI stare at my reflection in the full-size mirror. A sad, broken blonde whose face is veiled in a nose-length white netting bandeau veil stares back at me. It's the wedding today, the onset of my misery.I'm wearing a white sparkling gown with a fitted bodice. Its thigh-high slit runs down, flowing at the end, a beautiful embellishment of beads and sequins.The dress has a V-neckline decorated with embellished overlays, and the long sleeves are sheer and adorned with sequins. A silver necklace ran along my neck. Our wedding is going down in history as one of the most expensive weddings, and I know it's one of Ethan's plans to get people prejudging and badmouthing me after I end our relationship.“You look great, Violet.” My mom gestures for the lady in charge of my dressing to leave.“How are you taking the lies on social media, Mom? Everything people know about us is fake.”Mom walks over, slowly. “None of this reflects our lives, sweetheart.”“I warned you, girl, didn't I?”O

Violet I stay quiet through the drive home, reeling in arrays of emotions. Sadness, anger, confusion, fear. I had the driver drop me a few blocks away from my house, and then I walk all the way home.The neighborhood is buzzing softly in the cold night. I sneak the my door, only to find out the landlord locked it. Like other times, I take the window straight into my bedroom, in which there's a lack of electricity. I've been surviving without electricity and water for a few weeks now, seeing as I can't pay my bills.Thinking my new job would ease my financial struggle, Ethan unapologetically cost me the opportunity.I sag to the ground, raking my fingers through my hair while lowering my head in tears.‘I’m so sorry, Peter,’ I cry.‘Sorry for what? Letting your childhood lover ruin our relationship?’‘It's just three months and I'll be back to you.”“Three months of that jerk eating my woman and then I take you back like nothing happened? No, Violet, that's not gonna happen. What we

Violet's POVThe very next day following the previous night, Greg and I go over my project and I commence work. Greg didn't breathe a word about my resignation, as if I didn't file for one. Aion Soft welcomed Juliet Coleman, Ethan's mother today. Juliet is quite the picky type. I was in the lobby when she arrived, she walked over to me and appointed me as her aide until the extraordinary meeting, which was rescheduled for today, commences.I am standing some steps across from the table in her office with my hands clamped in front of me. Juliet is hard to resist staring at. She is one of Aion Soft's shareholders and has an office in the building.She drapes her coat over her seat. Ethan got his eyes from his mother. Juliet is a strong and beautiful woman with the prettiest smile. Her gait is graceful and elegant, and her ambiance is confident and charismatic. She's not one to be trifled with.“Do you know why I chose you of all people?” She takes her cup of coffee from the desk.“No,