Follow
Chapters
Share
Emotions are so overwhelming that love has dissipated Novel Cover

Emotions are so overwhelming that love has dissipated

Chapter 1 “You’re truly going to marry into the Henry family in Sophie’s place? To that lunatic who got shot and turned into a eunuch?!” The assistant, who had assumed she was here once again fishing for news about Richard, brightened instantly. As if afraid she might change her mind, he quickly shoved the contract into Nova’s hands. “Wonderful! You’re finally doing something useful for Mr. Richard instead of adding to his troubles. I’ll call him right now with the good—” “No.” Nova cut him off, a sarcastic smile tugging at her lips. “Don’t tell him yet. Let it be a surprise.” She paused, letting the silence hang. “I’m not fulfilling his wish for free. If I’m marrying Henry in Sophie’s place, I expect something in return.” The assistant’s pleased expression vanished, replaced by open disdain. “Miss Sophie was practically raised by your father. Can’t you show her a little kindness, too?” “The daughter of a servant?” Nova’s laugh was cold. “She’s not worthy of my kindness. My father gave his life to save her. Now I’m sacrificing my marriage. Is that not enough? Must everyone in the Nova family die for her before it counts as ‘kindness’?” The assistant sputtered, his face flushing with anger. Nova scoffed, her gaze drifting out the window toward the skyscraper by the river. “The old Nova Group headquarters, plus ten billion. Consider it my dowry.” His pupils contracted in shock. “Mr. Richard spent ten years of blood, sweat, and tears just to move out of that building! All our core data is still there. You’re asking for our foundation!” “So Richard doesn’t care for Sophie that much after all.” Nova shrugged. “No deal, then.” Growing impatient, she turned to leave. But the assistant, steeling himself, blocked her path. The Henrys had wealth and power that drew crowds, but Henry himself was a ruthless madman! Ever since that night, his moods had grown even more unpredictable. How could Miss Sophie be subjected to that? Gritting his teeth, the assistant gave a tight nod. “Fine!” Within minutes, a new contract was in Nova’s hands. She signed without hesitation and stood to leave. The assistant watched her, a strange look in his eyes. “Have you really let go of Mr. Richard? How can you suddenly bring yourself to marry someone else?” Nova didn’t look back. The heavy slam of the door was her only reply. *Let go?* Driving back to the villa, Nova found the study door slightly ajar. Through the gap, she could hear Richard’s voice—gentle, magnetic—as he taught Sophie how to write. His face held a tenderness she had never seen. He stood behind Sophie, his arms wrapped tightly around her, leaving no space between them. Intimate. She remembered when Richard had taught *her* to write. He’d never held her hand to demonstrate. Never wasted a word. Only the ruler, striking her palm again and again, never softening even when her skin bruised and swelled. Grief welled up; tears spilled over. Nova’s nails dug deep into her palms. *Ten whole years. How could I just let go?* After her father died saving his secretary’s daughter, Sophie, only his adopted son, Richard, remained by her side. In that abyss of despair, he held up her sky. Slowly, her dependence on him turned to love. When Richard needed money, she gave him every penny of her savings. When he needed connections and influence, she brought her father’s old associates to him. Even when he was drugged and needed a woman, she offered herself. Richard took the money, the power, the people. He took her. But when the sun rose again, he had frozen over once more. She thought he just didn’t know how to express love. That decades together meant he loved her, in his own way. Then, one night, jolted awake by a nightmare, she went to the memorial hall to mourn her father. There, she saw Richard pinning Sophie against the altar table, kissing her deeply. “We shouldn’t… What if the young mistress sees? She’s from the main family, beautiful, with a perfect figure. She adores you. I’m just a servant’s daughter—I can’t compare.” Richard’s voice was thick with desire. “So what if she sees? Even if she stood naked before me, she couldn’t excite me the way a single glance from you does.” “Once I’ve seized control of the Nova Group, once I make Nova lose everything, just like she lost her father… Once my revenge is complete, I can marry you…” Nova froze, plunged into an icy void. She stood there, numb, watching the altar shake, watching a foul wetness stain her father’s portrait. The love she’d believed in shattered in that instant. Countless overlooked details became a thousand cuts. The affection she thought was real had been a lie. The companionship she cherished was long-planned revenge. Even the truth of her father’s death was shrouded in fog! From the moment she stopped loving Richard, Nova had planned everything. First—to reclaim all that was hers! With that thought, Nova lifted her gaze and kicked the study door wide open—
Chapters
Share

Chapter 3

Nova finally caught her breath, collapsing weakly to the floor.

When she lifted her gaze, what she saw struck her like a blow: Richard shielding Sophie, his expression torn between fury and concern.

“Who said you could force a drink on her!”

“It was just one sip. Even Miss Nova drank. What’s the harm in letting the secretary’s daughter have a taste?”

The business partner—who had always looked down on Richard for being merely a foster son—darkened visibly at the rebuke.

A sharp twist pierced Nova’s heart as she watched Richard protect Sophie so completely.

Nova herself had been forced to drink an entire bottle, groped and jeered at by the crowd—and Richard had turned a blind eye.

Yet when the partner offered Sophie a single sip, Richard had overturned the table without a second thought, the project be damned.

The tense standoff broke only when the partner’s phone rang. He answered, and his face went pale.

“My sincerest apologies, Miss Sophie. I had no idea you were Mr. Richard’s… ah, special friend. To make it up to you, we’ll concede an extra point of profit on this deal.”

He bowed his head, though his eyes darted toward Richard behind him.

As the partner bowed deeply before her, Sophie shot Nova a triumphant glance, then feigned helplessness.

“Miss Nova has worked so hard on this project. It should go to her. I don’t know the first thing about business—how could I possibly handle such a major venture?”

With the lead partner backing down, the assistants around them quickly chimed in.

“Miss Sophie, you’re truly blessed. Just enjoy the rewards—we’ll deliver the dividends straight to your residence.”

“Mr. Richard cares for you so much. Soon enough we’ll be calling you Mrs. Richard, I’m sure. No one would dare look down on you then.”

The adoration in Richard’s eyes was a poisoned barb.

The deeper it sank, the faster the venom spread—and tearing it out would take flesh with it.

Every effort Nova had made, every humiliation she’d endured, now felt like a cruel, elaborate joke.

The main project was handed to Sophie, practically begging for her to accept. The remaining smaller deals were bundled together and tossed to Nova like free souvenirs.

*Mr. Richard?*

*Richard, you really know how to love someone.*

Nova forced her alcohol-heavy limbs to move, pushing herself up to leave the VIP lounge.

But Sophie stepped out from the crowd and called after her.

“Miss Nova, even though Mr. Richard doesn’t want me sharing the main project with outsiders… since you want it so badly, how about I let you have the smaller ones?”

Her tone dripped with condescension, eyes gleaming, smile radiant.

Nova’s head throbbed violently. She had no energy left for this charade. “Contracts won by clinging to a man? I find them disgusting.”

Sophie’s eyes welled up as she turned to Richard. “Is that true, Mr. Richard? Do you think I’m disgusting too?”

Richard shot Nova a venomous look before lowering his head, his voice softening into a tenderness she’d never heard.

“You’re innocent and lovely. How could anyone dislike you? I adore you.”

“Besides…”

The moment his burning gaze left Sophie, it frosted over. A mocking smile touched his lips.

“The truly low ones are those who sell themselves for a project, drinking with other men. Isn’t that right?”

*He was the one who let them touch me!*

Nova bit down hard on the inside of her cheek until the metallic tang of blood filled her mouth. A bitter laugh escaped her.

She’d loved the wrong man. Richard was a block of ice no amount of warmth could melt.

As Nova pushed the door open, a wave of scorching heat slammed into her.

“Fire! Get out! Now!”

Panicked shouts erupted. Thick black smoke billowed upward; the room descended into chaos as everyone scrambled for the exit.

Nova barely dodged a burning beam crashing down. Dense smoke stung her eyes, blinding her.

When she finally spotted the exit, searing pain exploded across her back.

Richard shoved her aside without a glance, sweeping Sophie into his arms as he bolted outside.

“Richard…”

Flames consumed his retreating figure. In the heart of the inferno, she saw him again—the day her father brought him home, holding her tightly:

“No matter what happens, I’ll always protect Nova! She’s the most important person to me!”

Timbers crackled, turned to ash, and snapped. The Royal Palace Restaurant gave way entirely.

With a deafening roar, in the heart of the blazing furnace, Nova plunged into darkness.

You may also like

Betrayed Heiress: Marrying The Ruthless Mafia Boss Novel Cover
7.1
After five years in a federal prison, framed by my stepmother and fiancé, I was finally released. Instead of a welcome home, my stepmother tossed me a one-way ticket to Geneva and a threat: renounce the family name and disappear, or end up in the Hudson River. When our limo was suddenly ambushed by military-grade SUVs on the highway, their cowardice almost got us killed. I took the wheel, crashed the attackers, and saved their lives. But the moment the danger passed, my stepmother tried to slap me, called me a psycho, and abandoned me on the desolate roadside. My ex-fiancé later cornered me in public, trying to assert his dominance by grabbing my arm. They still thought I was the broken girl they sent to a cage just so they could steal my dead mother's biochemical research. I didn't feel heartbreak, only a cold, absolute certainty. They threw me to the wolves, not realizing the federal penitentiary had burned away my capacity for mercy. I hacked into the dark web and found out Dante Meltoni, the most dangerous Mafia Don in New York, was tearing the city apart to find a legendary underground doctor. I am that doctor. I walked straight into his heavily guarded fortress, pulled out a syringe, and saved his dying grandfather. Then I looked the terrifying Don right in the eye. "Marry me. And let me use your empire to wipe my family off the map."
Doctor Unveils Her Power Novel Cover
9.6
I cradled my newborn daughter against my chest, her tiny body warm against the chill of the Manhattan pre-dawn air. The exclusive birthing center loomed before me, its elegant façade promising comfort and luxury—a stark contrast to the sterile hospital conference room where I'd delivered her alone just hours ago. My arms ached from holding her during the taxi ride from the medical conference, but I wouldn't have traded that weight for anything in the world. She was perfect. Ten fingers, ten toes, and eyes that seemed to hold all the wisdom I'd spent years accumulating. "Just a little longer, sweet girl," I whispered, adjusting my conference badge that still hung around my neck. "Then we can rest." The doorman nodded respectfully as I approached, holding the door open without question. Inside, the center's lobby gleamed with marble floors and tasteful artwork—the kind of understated opulence that whispered rather than shouted its exclusivity. The premium suite I'd reserved months ago waited upstairs, a sanctuary where my daughter and I could begin our journey together. At the reception desk, a woman with an immaculate bob and perfectly manicured nails looked up with a practiced smile.
In the Name of Love Novel Cover
8.0
At the peak of his love for Cynthia, Ethan—a staunch materialist—had once climbed a thousand temple steps, praying at each one for her recovery as she lay gravely ill. Yet at the height of his hatred, for the sake of another woman, he forced her—now terminally ill herself—to bow her head to the floor nine hundred and ninety-nine times in return. "991… 992… 997… 999!" After Cynthia’s forehead struck the floor for the final time, Ethan’s bodyguards finally released their grip. Without their support, she crumpled to the ground like a discarded rag doll, her pathetic posture drawing mocking laughter from the onlookers. Ethan looked down, his eyes radiating icy contempt. "Now do you understand what you've done, Cynthia? If I ever find out you’ve tried to poison Mariah again, I’ll make you wish you were dead." Her face was smeared with blood. She lifted her gaze to him, lips trembling, but no words came out. Seven years. Not a single day had passed without her longing to see him again. And now, finally reunited, he stood with a fiancée at his side, his heart filled with nothing but hatred for her. But before all this, they had loved each other passionately for five years.
My Husband Made My Abuser’s Daughter Our Nanny Novel Cover
9.7
I wake to the weight of Sterling's hand in my hair. Not pulling. Never pulling. Just... there. Fingers threading through the strands with mechanical precision, the way you'd groom a show dog. The morning light filters through floor-to-ceiling windows, turning our bedroom into a fishbowl of gold and glass. Thirty stories above Manhattan, and I can't breathe. "Happy birthday to our little prince," Sterling murmurs against my temple. His cologne—something obscenely expensive that smells like cedar and control—fills my lungs.
Out Of Her Ex-Husband's Shadow, Into The Tycoon's Embrace Novel Cover
8.3
For three years, Hailey loved Kieran. Yet the wildlife photos she risked everything to take ended up helping another woman win a major competition. Hurt and finished with waiting, Hailey left him, filing for divorce and vowing to prove herself on her own. She never expected her ex-husband's most powerful rival to offer his support. "I admire real talent. Applause belongs to the deserving," he said. Though Hailey tried to keep her distance, he pursued her with unwavering determination "This isn't just a whim. I've had my eye on you for a long time."
Rise Of The Undefeated Lawyer  Novel Cover
8.8
Vincent Finn was convicted for a misdemeanor committed by his wife Amber Reed who was also a rookie lawyer at Peak Law Firm like himself. He kept her secret and took the fall because she was carrying their child, and his mother-in-law begged him to save her daughter. He lost everything! His dignity and name soiled forever! He was doomed and they all abandoned him totally. He returned a year later and walked in on his wife in bed with the law firm’s superior lawyer Bernard Harris. Both his mother-in-law and wife shunned him, rubbing in his face his own gullible choice and served him a divorce. Amber had even aborted the pregnancy she had for him back then. What no one saw coming was his discovery while in prison. Peak Law firm was actually his inheritance. He returned to the law firm as a mere desk staff hiding his identity to destroy them from within, exposing all their illegal dealings and reforming the company using his newly acquired power. Will he be able to exert his revenge on them without blowing his cover? Will he conquer the destructiveness that lies around the secrets of Peak Law Firm?