Novels by LizzyJ

Chapter 11 Jake’s POVAs I grabbed the steering wheel and drove out of the Sinclair estate, I wondered—did Jason know the gravity of what he had gotten himself into? Andrea was the daughter of one of the most influential men in the city. It just didn’t make sense that he would do what he had done to her. Knowing the kind of man Jason was—someone who did everything for his selfish interests—he should have used her to his advantage. Being Sinclair’s son-in-law would have boosted his ego in the elite world. There was a missing piece in this puzzle, and Andrea was my answer.The conversation I had with Andrea in the garden played in my mind—the way she looked at me, frustrated, curious, and even a little bit amused. Her beauty still shone, but the innocence in her eyes was no longer there. Instead, I saw pain, anger, and something else—strength. That strength was what I needed.I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel. I had saved her, but not out of kindness. No, my reasons were b

Chapter 10 I stood frozen, my mind replaying his words.“This isn’t the first time I’ve given you a rose .”What did he mean?I turned to him, confusion creeping into my voice. “What are you talking about?”Jake leaned his head slightly, his lips curving into an amused smirk. “You mean you don’t remember? You’re hurting my feelings, Andrea.”Why was he speaking so casually with me, as if we were friends?“You didn’t give me any rose, Jake. You’re just trying to play games with me,” I said, with frustration in my tone.He giggled, shaking his head. “Hmm… Andrea, I thought you were smarter than this.” His smirk deepened.I crossed my arms. “And why are you talking to me like we’re friends? Just because you saved me doesn’t mean we’re best buddies. Just answer my question—did I take a rose from you? Because as far as I know, I don’t remember.”Jake let out an excessive sigh and placed one hand on his chest while the other folded behind his back. Then, in a dramatic voice, he said, “Oh,

Chapter 9 I woke up to the soft warmth of my old bed, the scent of fresh sheets surrounding me. For a moment, I forgot where I was. The room was familiar, yet it felt strange. I still wasn’t used to the fact that I was back home.Looking around the room, my mind drifted back to the facility. I had been there for only a month, but it had felt like years. Bathing only once a week, eating just one meal a day, and sleeping in a bed infested with bedbugs—no matter how much I thought about it, I still didn’t understand what I had done to deserve that kind of treatment. Even to my worst enemy, that torture would have been too much.A knock on the door pulled me back to reality. It was Annabel, holding a cup of coffee.“Good morning, ma.”“Andrea,” I corrected her.“Oh, sorry. Good morning, Andrea.”She handed me the cup, and I took a sip. It tasted just the way I liked it—warm milk with a small amount of foam.“How do you still remember how I like my coffee, Annabel?” I asked, feeling impre

Chapter 8 Andrea’s POVThe sound of the helicopter jolted me awake. I didn’t even know when I had fallen asleep.“You’re awake,” my mother, Eleanor, said to me.“Yes, Mother,” I said, stretching my body, it ached from exhaustion I could see the estate from a distance. Reality started sinking in, my heart pounding in my chest. The past few hours had felt like a dream—one moment, I was trapped in that terrible place Jason had dumped me, and the next, I was rescued. Now, I was going back to the place I had once called home.My mother placed her hand over my trembling ones, her touch warm and reassuring. I could see the concern in her eyes, the way they searched my face as if trying to read my emotions.“Andrea, breathe. You don’t need to panic. It’s your father we’re going to meet, and I know he will be happy to see you. So, relax.”Her voice was soft and soothing, the way it had always been when I was a child. Mother’s words had always been a source of comfort, but right now, I couldn

Chapter 7 Jason’s POVI sat in my office, holding a glass of whiskey and smoking a cigar. The room was quiet except for the faint sounds of the city outside.I looked around—everything was perfect. Large windows, expensive furniture, everything in its place. The walls were lined with sleek, dark shelves filled with books I never read, trophies I had won, and awards that reminded me of my success.I stood and walked toward the window. The view had always been my favorite part of this office—skyscrapers, busy streets, people moving about their day. From up here, I had a sense of control. Everything and everyone was beneath me.It had been a month since I sent that bitch away and destroyed everything she held dear—her reputation, her dignity, her future.If only she had just remained invisible and done her duties as a wife instead of prying into my affairs, she would still have had the child. She’s the reason my heir is gone.I recalled when she told me she had lost the baby on her way

Chapter 6The helicopter’s blades were loud, filling the small cabin. I sat still, hands tight in my lap, my heart beating fast. My eyes went straight to my mother.She hadn’t changed much—soft eyes, warm smile—but her face carried new lines. Worry lines, guilt whispered. The kind you give someone when you break their heart. My hands gripped my knees, knuckles white, as I fought the urge to turn away.“Mom…” My voice cracked. The word barely left my lips.Her head tilted slightly, her eyes softening. “Yes, baby.” Her hand reached out, trembling, and brushed a strand of hair away from my face.I flinched. It wasn’t her touch that hurt—it was the gentleness in it. The way her fingers lingered, as if afraid I might disappear. My chest tightened.Her eyes roamed over me. My dirty hair. My bony shoulders. The faded uniform that hung off my frame. Her lips pressed together, but not fast enough to stop the quiver. She was trying not to cry.I dropped my head. My fingers dug into the fabric o