Novels by My Masterpiece

Aria's POVAfter my mother’s surgery, I returned home to take a shower. I slipped into a simple black gown. After putting on my red lipstick, I stepped outside my house. My eyes fell on the black sleek car that looked out of place in the scrawny area. Like a diamond amid dirt. The driver came out and opened the car door. As I entered the car, a familiar musky scent filled my nose, and whipped my head to the figure beside me. Lo and behold, the devil in the flesh—Julian. My body tightened as I wasn’t expecting him but his P.A. His eyes lingered on me. The intensity reviving up flutters—one so faint but not unnoticed—in my stomach. “How did the surgery go?” His eyes returned to the newspaper caught in his hands. Remembering our last encounter this morning, the air suddenly thickened in the confined space of the car. “It was successful, thanks for your assistance.” I fidgeted with my fingers. “I thought I was meeting with your P.A.” Without moving his he

Aria's POVThe antiseptic scent lingered in the atmosphere, melding with the soft chatters of hospital workers, and patients alike. I strode towards my mother’s hospital room. Opening the door, my eyes fell on my sister. Vivian lunged herself at me, pulling me into a hug. “How did you do it?” Tears streaming down her eyes and settling on my shoulders. She pulled back, a grin slipping onto her lips. My gaze zeroed in on her, as I attempted to make sense of her words. An unsteady chuckle escaped me. “The doctor came in and said the payment had been made. Mom will be having her surgery today.” A sense of relief tugged at every inch of me as my eyes widened. Despite selling my soul to the devil to make this happen, it was worth it. Her gaze lingered on me as her smile fell to a neutral expression. “How did you get the money?” I took a deep breath before heaving out a puff. Does she need to know? Does she need to know the price of the surgery was my soul? Of co

Aria's POV .. “Don’t you think you are too close?” I leaned back, creating space between us as I cleared my throat. “We are even going to be closer.” A smirk formed on his lips as he leaned in, closing the space I had worked hard to create. His lips were a few inches from mine. Was he about to kiss me? My heart thrummed and I jerked back. My weight shifted too far and the legs of the chair lifted off the floor. My eyes widened as I grasped at the air—a futile attempt to stop myself from falling. Just in time, Julian wrapped his around my waist and with surprising strength he pulled me upright, anchoring me as the chair hit the ground with a sharp thud. My body pressed hard against his stone-like body and his warmth seeped into me, melding with mine. My hands rested on his chest, his very muscular chest. As soon as I registered how close we were, I jolted out of his hands. “Thank you.” Raising the seat, I sat back on it. Julian smiled and returned to his seat

Aria's POV.. My throat bobbed as the horrific sight filled my eyes. I turned to the woman. “I’m sorry. I can’t.” I shook my head. There’s no way I could take part in such a horrible act. About to move, when the woman blocked the exit, planting her hands on the doorframe. “Where the hell do you think you are going?” A thick frown burnt on her face. “You’re going anywhere until your job here is done,” she snarled. “Who?” I folded my arms, my voice barely thriving beneath the loud music. “Barley, Alvero,” The woman yelled. Two burly men clad in black polo shirts and trousers began approaching us. The stare in their eyes was as threatening as the tattoo that crawled up their neck. My heart thudded in my ears, drowning out the loud music and my hands clammed. I shoved the woman aside. Weaving my way through the crowd, I scurried towards the exit of the club. The men trailed right behind me like a predator marking its prey. I burst out of the club through the

Aria's POV The cold early morning wind brushed lightly against my skin, setting goosebumps in its wake.“St Peter's Avenue,” I muttered to the taxi driver as soon as I got in. I rubbed my palm on my arms, to warm myself up a little as my mind drifted to last night's events.I refused to follow Julian home, so he lodged me in a hotel. Not just any hotel, The Chivalry, is the biggest five-star hotel in New York. It could be far-fetched to say he was God sent since he did nothing with me except try everything. But I was still grateful that I found where to sleep. My mind drifted as flashes of our conversation trickled into my brain.“You’re stunningly beautiful. You know that?” His hot breath fanned against my ear as he gripped my waist from behind. Our gazes locked on the dressing mirror I was standing in front of. We were alone in the hotel room, and while I was still in despair from the rapid turn of events that night, something about his stare ignited a flame in me. I wasn't surpris

Aria's POV My eyes zoned in on my laptop screen as I searched for a hall to celebrate my fourth anniversary with my husband, Ethan . Next, tomorrow was the set date. I had already hired the best caterer in the state and one of the most famous bartenders. It was guaranteed to be spot on. “Perfect,” I muttered, saving a picture of the hall for reference later. Ethan and I always celebrated our marriage anniversary with a huge banquet, and this year, it was no different. Every single social elite in town would attend, so I had to make sure everything was prim and proper. The unmistakable perch of Louisa's heels on the tiles drew closer as she approached the dining room with her mom sauntering behind. The smug look on their face was seen beneath the white chandelier. “Sign it bitch.” Louisa slammed the brown envelope on the white marble table, the thud snapping my thoughts out of my head. My neck craned and my eyes flickered between the envelope, Louisa, and Tracy. “Wha