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Ashley Deluca’s pov: (Two years later) “Tell me, love. What happened?” the little girl seemed so scared. This was her third day with me and still, she was not opening up with anyone. The psychiatrist had advised me to keep trying daily with all the love and gentleness as the girl seemed to like me a lot. “Hey, Sana.” I held the hand of sixteen years old who had a pale face and used to shiver when anyone around her used to speak loudly. She easily used to get scared of rain and thunderstorms. “I promise. Whatever you would tell me, it won’t go out of my office,” I felt her grip tightening around my hand. This was encouraging. And then a miracle started happening. Her lips shook and she blinked her eyes a few times. The tears started dropping down her cheeks, “He … he might come back.” She stuttered. Her eyes were glued to the door. “No one is coming here, Sana. You are safe here, child.” I left my seat and crouched down on the floor, “That man will never come back. He is in jai
***[This book is written exclusively for Goodnovel app only. Any illegal production of this novel will result in immediate legal action.]*** Ashley Walters pov My graduation ceremony was due in a few days. My university fellows were stunned when they discovered that I was married to Justin. Justin had gotten back his dean position, thanks to my dearest brother-in-law Keith. Two years back, after the announcement of will by Grandpa, Sarah’s mom passed away. Steward Garner… I mean Grandpa was very upset about her demise. She had been a good daughter-in-law and shared a very good bond with him before Leigh Walters arrived to announce her pregnancy. The woman could not have enough guts to leave Ashton Garner, so she suffered throughout her life. She could never develop that special bond with her kids. She could never express her hatred for her husband to anyone. The woman was so mentally disturbed that she could never take a stand for her son when Ashton forced him to marry a girl. All
Eve’s pov: “Thank you so much, dear.” Mrs. Gilbert bobbed her hair several times looking at her image in the mirror, “I think this hairstyle suits me.” “You look amazing, Ms. Gilbert.” I praised her and took off her long black apron. She did look changed in this new haircut that I just gave her. After I got done with blow drying, she could not stop herself from smiling and examining her image in the mirror again and again. “I hope, my husband likes it.” She whispered and took me by surprise when she kissed my cheek. Only thirty minutes were left in closing the salon. My subordinates were still not done with the services. June looked up while attending to a customer’s pedicure, “Eve. Once I will be done, I will help you with the daily income records.” I nodded at her kindness and went to the bathroom for washing my hands. I had come a long way from Ice Cream Heaven where we used to manage every record in a thick register. Now I had a laptop where I used to keep the record of the Sa
My heart started racing as I felt the warmth of his body against mine. I looked up at him, and our eyes locked again. The intensity in his gaze was almost too much to bear. I swallowed hard, trying to calm my nerves. "Who is still here?" I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper. Ha-ha. I had already forgotten about Brian and was asking this man a silly question like a fool. "Umm. The man? The one who's been following you," he reminded me, his voice low and steady. "I've been keeping an eye on him, but I think he's getting bolder. We need to leave now." He held me close as he spoke, his hands firm but gentle. I couldn't help but feel safe in his embrace, even though I had no idea who he was. “Leave the place! And go where?” I tried to hold my horses in his presence. Nobody had this kind of effect on me. “Any place. Where he can’t reach you, Cherie.” He suggested. If he was finding my questions a little absurd, he chose not to remark. "Okay," I said, my voice barely audib
I felt a mix of shock and excitement as Adonis leaned in and whispered in my ear calling me long legs. My staff was still watching us, and I could feel their eyes on me as I tried to compose myself.I took a step back from him and looked up, trying to gauge his intentions. Was he just playing with me, or did he really like me?He must have sensed my hesitation because he took a step forward and reached out to touch my arm, "This was the first thing I noticed about you when we met in that club. Your legs."I could sense my cheeks heating up to his gaze. Thankfully his low whispers were not audible to others… except that man sitting on the stylist’s seat.I nodded, still feeling a little dazed, I managed to say. "I appreciate your honesty... Adonis!"He smiled, "I don't like playing games, long legs. Life's too short for that, you know?"I nodded again, feeling a surge of admiration for him. How right he was! Who would know about this bitter truth of life better than me? Life was too sh
I was standing near Margret who was working on the salon’s main counter. We had decided to go for a hundred percent advance bookings and were discussing advertising it.“For the time being you can take over the reception,” I suggested her. The poor woman was an arthritis patient, so I used to involve her more in desk jobs.“By the way,” she bent over the counter with that sinful glint in her eyes, “how is it going with that gorgeous hunk?”She was so secretive, and the question was so unexpected that I had to pull back to look at her face.“Umm. Ah. Nothing serious…” Nobody here knew that he was here in the Salon before everyone else arrived. They were also not aware that he had invited me for the lunch, next day.“I think he likes you. Give him a chance, Eve.” She suggested me with kindness.As I continued to stand next to Margaret at the salon’s main counter, I couldn't help but feel a bit awkward about her question regarding the "gorgeous hunk." I knew she was my sincere employee a
“Where are we exactly going?” I turned to him in his luxury car when he turned the steering to an unknown route. The road over there seemed a bit rough and patchy. I didn’t think if I had ever been to this part of Arguli.“Don’t worry, I am not kidnapping you,” he reassured me jokingly, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. “Do you like water? Like going to the beaches and all.”A big grin settled on my face, “Oh, I love it!” I told him excitingly, “Are we going to Arguli Beach?”“No,” he replied, his smile growing wider. “We’re not going to the Arguli beach though. We’re going a little deeper than that. But don’t worry, wherever you don’t find it comfortable, just let me know.”As we continued driving, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with curiosity. Where was he taking me?Finally, he pulled up in front of a small cabin with kayaks lined up outside. That’s when it hit me. We were going kayaking!“We’re going kayaking?” I asked, my voice laced with surprise.“Yes,” he
There was a ding, and with it, the elevator doors opened. I stepped out with Adonis following me, and I stopped dead short. The apartment's room which seemed like a living room was huge but with a minimalist approach. It was decorated in all grey, with sleek, modern furniture that gave it a sophisticated and elegant feel. As I took a step forward, Adonis put his hand on my shoulder and gently guided me towards the couch. "Make yourself comfortable," he said with a smile. "Can I get you something to drink?" "Water, please," I replied, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the grandeur of the apartment. As Adonis disappeared into the kitchen, I took a moment to look around. The living room was impressive, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a stunning view of the city skyline. The walls were adorned with tasteful artwork, I was sure at the daytime the room most likely would be filled with natural light that must highlight the space's unique features even more. Adonis returned with a g
Hello readers. I hope you liked all the books. As I told you before, Marwick's story will be out on 1st July 2023 (fingers crossed).Here is a little blurb but sort of incomplete...You are the CEO of a big company and looking for your wife for the last five years. The same wife you left at the altar. You don't know anything about her. Except that she has azure eyes that kept you awake all those nights. You are looking for her everywhere like a madman, without an idea that she might be right there under your nose. Working as your PA. Title :Gosh! The CEO's assistant is NOT a Boy! (Hired a girl By Mistake) (If you are on my socials please don't tell the title there. No spoilers please ;-)) Love you all.xoxoLisa Salman-author
Sophia’s pov: Colter was smart, intelligent, and the school’s soccer team captain. For every girl, he was an ideal. But he chose me as his girlfriend. We were good initially but then he started showing his true colors. “Your cousin is a creep, Sophie. He keeps staring at you. The little boy can’t control his urges,” he used to make fun of Rowan and I never liked it. “He is NOT my cousin, Colt.” I used to defend Rowan and that used to annoy him even more. “Yeah. Whatever. He is younger, Sophie. Just a kid! Don’t ever forget that. Trust me! Nobody wants to date a baby.” His remark tugged my heartstrings that day. Every other day he used to get aggressive and used to remind me that Rowan was just a mere kid. Most of the time his aggression used to be due to Rowan. He disliked it when Rowan used to sit right opposite our place in the cafeteria. He easily could get offended if he would find Rowan, visiting my place. I tried convincing him that Rowan was a family friend but failed.
Rowan’s pov:The girl in my arms was sleeping soundly. She was making me feel like my arms were the best place where she could get that deep sleep. She was making me feel like I was a safe haven for her.That fuc*ker Colter tried to take away her spirit. Her soul. But she did it. She defeated him. The day she called me for help, I knew how much courage she must have gathered to do it. To type that single message. That single word.“Rowan!” she murmured in her sleep and stirred in my arms.“Go to sleep, Sophie. You are safe.” I said and closed my eyes but the she-devil close to me, kept rubbing herself against me intimately.“Soph!” I whispered and she made a pout in her sleep and opened her sleep-filled hooded eyes to look at me, “Go to sleep, love.”I tried to control my desire shooting up by her touch. She shook her head and started rubbing her cheek against my chest skin.“You smell amazing, Rowan.” She started kissing my chest and then climbed up to bring her face close to mine, “
Rowan Levisay pov I looked down at the delicate girl in my arms who, very slowly, was now getting closer to me. She already lived in my heart and had, at last, started seeing me. The only difference was, she spotted me after twenty-five goddamn years. And I noticed her when I was just two. She used to sit cozily in bed with my sisters. I could hear their giggling sounds in my cot and always wanted to get down so that I could join the fun. Sometimes, Mom used to allow me to go to them. They used to cuddle me in between and all I wanted at that time was to sit beside my girl. She used to get irritated by my presence, and how I used to cling to her, stare at her. “Mom! I think she doesn’t like me.” While growing up, the four years old me, asked my mom. She smiled and made me sit on her lap. “She might see you if you stop clinging to her. Nobody likes that, Rowan. Everyone loves to have some space, son.” In my teenage years, I could never make a steady girlfriend. Because they all u
Sophia’s pov. Restless, I continued to toss and turn in my bed, the weight of my past worries pressing heavily upon my chest. The hushed murmurs drifting up from downstairs did confirm what I already knew. My parents were still awake and their concern for me was refusing to let them succumb to sleep. Normally, my parents were early sleepers, but tonight was different. Tonight, their parental instincts were on high alert, their worry for me was palpable in the air. Ever since I could remember, they were protective of me and had shielded me from harm, nurtured me with unwavering love and care. As my adoptive parents, they made me and Jackson their utmost priority. They never let us feel that I was adopted and that Jackson was their own blood. As the minutes ticked by, I couldn't help but reflect on the countless times they had been my pillars of strength. They had been my unwavering support, always there to lend a hand or offer to just listen to me. To make me feel heard. And now,
Emerald's pov: The weight of her words settled upon us like a heavy burden, each of us grappling with our own emotions. But at that moment, amidst the chaos of thoughts and feelings, one thing was clear — Sophie had endured some kind of ordeal. Something that was beyond our thoughts, and we had to listen, support, and help her find solace in our embrace. “Talk to us, love.” Rafael encouraged her to speak, “What is it? What did Colt do to you?” his voice seemed tense. “If I will tell you then would you believe me?” She asked Rafael innocently. Like a baby. Gosh! I wanted to cry. I could not wait to be alone and cry in my husband’s arms. But right now, we both needed to stay strong. “Yes, we will.” Abigail spoke with determination, “You are our kid. Why won’t we trust you?” The moment Abigail said that Sophia started crying. Her tears started slipping down her smooth cheeks. “Sophie?” Rafael and I both called her name. We both were shocked. “Mom! Dad! The one month I was with him
Emerald's pov:Sophia was trembling while taking hesitant steps forward. She looked exhausted as if she had been through an ordeal that no words could adequately describe. The room remained silent, each of us holding our breath, waiting for her to speak.I saw Hunter gesturing for his investigators to leave the room without a sound.Finally, Sophia’s voice broke the silence, which was weak yet determined. "I... I'm sorry. I never meant to cause you all this worry. It's... it's complicated. I'll explain, I promise."Rafael and I exchanged glances, a mix of relief and concern etched on our faces. We moved closer to Sophia, enveloping her in a gentle embrace, offering comfort and reassurance. The room slowly came alive with a mixture of relief, confusion, and a silent desire for answers.Hunter, his voice laced with a mix of relief and urgency, stepped forward. "Sophie, we've been searching for you. Where have you been? Are you alright?"Sophia took a deep breath, her eyes darting around
Emerald Wyatt pov: (Sophia’s foster mom)“Emerald. Stop crying.” Abigail Levisay hugged me tightly, “Hunter has called Rowan and he will be here any minute. We will find Sophie. Don’t lose hope.”Tears were streaming down my face. I was sitting on the armchair, clutching a tissue in my trembling hands. Abigail Levisay … my compassionate friend and Rowan’s mom was kneeling beside me, offering comfort.I was sobbing uncontrollably, struggling to compose myself.“I can't help it, Abigail. I'm so scared for Sophie. It's been two days, and we still have no idea where she could be. And now with Colter found dead ... What if something terrible has happened to my daughter too?”Abigail wrapped her arms around me, holding me tightly.She shushed me gently, “I know, darling. It's an incredibly distressing situation, but we have to stay strong. We can't lose hope. Hunter has called Rowan, and he's on his way here. Rowan has connections. Along with Hunter, he can locate Sophie. We're going to fin
Sophia pov:Without another word, he started rubbing my back with soapy hands. Placing my palms on the bathroom walls, I closed my eyes feeling his touch on my body and then my hair with a whiff of my shampoo. He opened the shower and started washing the sand off my hair. I held my breath when I felt his hands unusually lingering on my bre*asts.“May I?” I asked him, offering him the same comfort. He slowly shook his head and wrapped a bathrobe around me.“I can’t risk that, Sophie.” He draped a towel around my hair like a turban. He was still wearing his costume while I was there without a piece of clothing, “I can take my shower later.”True to his word, he didn’t even bat an eye on my nak*edness.“I promise, I would be decent enough not to sed*uce you,” I said mischievously making him chuckle.“And do you think that would make me happy, princess?” he placed his palms on either side of me on the walls of the bathroom behind me,His eyes were searching mine with a mixture of seriousn