Novels by kahANI

Juniper’s breath caught in her throat, her mind racing to process what had just happened. The old woman’s accusation still echoed in her ears. You are not Sophia. Her blood ran cold as she stared back at Wyatt, his expression unreadable, a dark, knowing gleam in his eyes. The weight of the moment threatened to crush her. Just as she was about to stammer out an explanation, she heard a voice break through the tension."I'm sorry, she... she’s been confused lately," Sebastian’s calm voice floated into the room, and Juniper turned, desperate for a lifeline. He stepped in with a slight frown on his face, the tension in his posture only slightly easing the suffocating air between them. "This is our grandmother. She suffers from dementia and keeps forgetting things. She kept insisting on meeting Sophia, so I brought her here."Juniper’s head snapped back toward the old woman, her heart still hammering in her chest. The accusation still burned in her ears, but now it seemed somehow... distan

The photographer adjusted his camera, the relentless flashes casting sharp shadows against the walls. Wyatt stood tall, his sharp gray eyes scanning the scene. Juniper, in her role as Sophia Carter, kept her composure, though her pulse quickened every time Wyatt's gaze flickered her way."Alright, Mr. Blackwell, Ms. Carter," the photographer said, his voice wavering slightly under Wyatt's cold stare. "Let's get started. Stand closer...closer than that."Wyatt raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a faint smirk.The photographer swallowed hard. "I-I just need more intimacy. The tabloids want passion!"Juniper forced a confident smile, even though Wyatt's dominant presence made her insides churn. "Shall we?" she asked, her voice steady but careful.Wyatt chuckled softly, his amusement barely hidden. "By all means, Ms. Carter." He stepped forward, his hand resting on her waist with deliberate ease."Perfect, perfect!" the photographer exclaimed nervously. "Now, Mr. Blackwell, lean in

The morning light pierced through the heavy curtains of Wyatt's penthouse, striking his face with glare. He groaned, rubbing his temples as the pounding in his head intensified. Sitting up and running a hand through his messy hair, Last night was a disaster. He thought.The memories were blurry, but the one thing he couldn't forget was the news that had driven him to the bar his marriage to Sophia Carter.He dragged himself out of bed, every step feeling heavier than the last, and headed to the bathroom. Standing under the hot shower, Wyatt tilted his neck, wincing slightly.Something felt... off. As the water streamed down his body, his eyes caught sight of the scratch mark on his neck in the mirror. He leaned closer, examining it. "What the hell?" he whispered, frowning. Then his hand flew to his chest, searching for the familiar chain that always hung there. It was gone. "No, no, no," he growled, stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist. He stormed into

The man's grip wasn't harsh, but it was unyielding. Juniper's blood ran cold. She twisted in his grip, her mind racing with ways to escape, but the man didn't loosen his hold.“What do you want from me?” Her voice trembled despite her attempt to sound strong.He didn’t flinch, didn’t even blink. "Relax, Miss Lockhart," he said smoothly, his voice almost too calm, too composed. "My name’s Sebastian.""Sebastian...?" she trailed off, her brow furrowing. "I don’t know any Sebastian."A small, almost imperceptible smile played at the edges of his lips. “Sebastian Carter!”Juniper’s breath caught in her throat. The name hit her like a freight train. His eyes never wavered. "Actually. You see, Miss Lockhart, I need someone to pretend to be my sister for a little while."Her heart skipped a beat. "What? Pretend to be Sophia?" The words were barely out of her mouth before she realized how insane they sounded.Sophia Carter. The heiress. The socialite. The woman whose life was as glamorous as

Few Days Ago...The bar buzzed with late-night chaos. Laughter, drunken conversations, and the clink of glasses.Juniper moved between tables, balancing a tray in one hand. The dim lighting and stale smell of beer were nothing new to her. "Hey, gorgeous," a slurred voice called out. She didn't turn. She'd learned to ignore the drunks who thought the staff were fair game. "Don't walk away from me," the voice said again, sharper this time. A hand grabbed her waist, pulling her back. Juniper froze, her heart pounding. The man's breath reeked of beer as he leaned closer. "Let go," she said, her voice low but firm. "You're feisty," he chuckled, tightening his grip. "I like that." Juniper pulled her wrist free with a sudden jerk, glaring at him. "Back off." The man's grin disappeared, replaced by an angry sneer. "Who do you think you're talking to?" "I'm talking to someone who's had too much to drink," she shot back. "Go sit down before I call security." He slammed his hand on the

Juniper stood just outside the grand doors, her breath shallow and her pulse racing. The weight of the bridal veil felt like a chain pulling her down. She glanced at her reflection in the gilded mirror near the entrance....flawless makeup, a diamond-studded necklace, and a gown that screamed money. But none of it felt like her. Afterall, it was Sophia Carter's wedding and Juniper? She was just a substitute, getting paid to be her. The more she could fool everyone, fool the invincible Wyatt Blackwell...the more money she got.“You can do this,” she whispered to herself, tightening her grip on the bouquet.The doors swung open, and a hush fell over the room. All eyes turned to her, their gazes heavy with expectation. Juniper stepped forward, her legs trembling beneath the layers of satin.At the altar, Wyatt stood tall in his black tuxedo, his jaw set and his eyes piercing. “Finally,” he murmured as she reached his side. “Took you long enough.”Juniper forced a smile. “Patience is