Novels by Purplescent

It took months for them to find their way back to something resembling trust, and neither of them pretended the process would be simple. Xavier spent that first week recovering from the cold that had settled dangerously into his chest, and Ari, despite every instinct telling her to protect the careful, hard-won peace she'd built for herself, found she couldn't quite bring herself to turn him away. She nursed him back to health with the same stubborn, practical care she brought to everything else in her life, and somewhere in the quiet, unhurried hours of those days, they finally began talking — really talking — about everything that had happened, everything that had gone wrong, everything neither of them had been honest enough to say when it might have mattered most. Xavier told her about Alyssia, about the slow, disturbing transformation he'd witnessed, about the moment her name had slipped from his lips in a room that should have belonged entirely to someone else. He told her about

Xavier had rehearsed what he wanted to say to her at least a dozen times on the drive over, and every version of it evaporated the moment he actually saw her. She was standing outside the warehouse studio, laughing at something Julian had said, a garment bag draped over one arm, sunlight catching the loose strands of hair that had escaped her ponytail. She looked lighter than he remembered — not just physically, but in some deeper, more fundamental way, as though some weight she'd carried for years had finally been set down. Xavier parked across the street and sat there for a long moment, hands still on the wheel, gathering whatever courage he had left before finally stepping out. "Ari." Her name left him quieter than he intended, but she heard it anyway. Her entire body went rigid, the laughter dying instantly from her face, replaced by something guarded and cold that struck him harder than he expected. "Ari, please, I just want to talk—" She didn't answer. She turned instead to

“How do you plan to handle this issue Mr President?” The annoying voice of Mathew took Damian out of his trance. Since the meeting started,he has been thinking about what he would do when he finally gets to the town where people were affected by their snacks. “I'm going there myself tomorrow to handle the matters and after finding out the cause,we would compensate the affected families” “Compensate? We don't have money to throw around just because of a mistake done by one person” “One person? The snacks passed the food testing review and it was considered healthy for consumers,so the problem is what happened to the snacks when it got there? It's something the company has to attend to not a single person. Or what do you suggest we do Mr Vice president?” Damian asked and Mathew gritted his teeth. Calling him Vice President made him so angry because it sounded to him like Damian was reminding him his place. “Call the press. Apologise and make it known to them it was your fault and

The next two weeks were a blur of calculated actions. Under the guise of restoring the buses, Liam spent his days at a secret warehouse he’d leased on the outskirts of the city after he hired a heavy-duty towing service to move the buses Once the warehouse doors were locked, the real work began. Liam dismantled. Armed with an industrial grinder and a heart fueled by vengeance, he carefully stripped the leaden, blue-painted shells. He began selling the gold in small, untraceable increments to various black-market brokers and high-end refineries across state lines, amassing a fortune that was more than anything the Graysons currently held in liquid assets. While he worked the gold by day, his nights were spent reviewing files from a private investigator. The high-resolution photos were damning. Chloe draped over Julian, her supposed best friend,in the back of a luxury SUV,the two of them holding hands outside,and even entering hotels together. He got all the pictures to prove her af

For seven days, Liam sat in a space that smelled of bleach and despair. Every morning, he hoped the door would open and his wife would come to be by his side,but it was all in his delusions. No one came. One time he couldn't take the silence any longer,he got close with a sympathetic guard and pleaded to use his phone. He dialed Chloe’s private line, his heart hammering against his ribs. Ring. Ring. Ri— "Hello? Oh, Julian, stop it! I’m coming!" Chloe’s voice bubbled through the receiver, light and melodic, filled with a warmth he hadn't heard in years. And the Julian she was calling was her best friend whom she had told Liam several times in the past not to worry about because they are just friends. “You better hurry up and join me in the bedroom” he heard Julian's voice and his world immediately titled. “Who is this?” Chloe finally spoke to him,while still chuckling. “Have you been cheating on me?” Liam couldn't think of a better question to ask. For a few seconds,ther

The heavy iron bolt of Liam's holding cell slid back with a clack. Liam stood up, his legs feeling like lead. "Chloe?" he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper But it was Silas Grayson who entered first, his shoes clicking rhythmically and then the rest of the family behind him. Before Liam could even exhale, Silas’s hand whipped across the air, the slap landing on his face Liam’s head snapped back, his glasses skittering across the floor. He didn't fight back,he simply stood there, a red welt blooming on his cheek, his eyes pooling with tears "You pathetic, hollow man," Silas hissed, leaning in so close Liam could smell the expensive tobacco on his breath. "I plucked you from nothing. I gave you a seat at a table you didn't belong at. And this is how you repay me? By dragging the Grayson name through the blood and filth of a hit-and-run?" "Father... please, it was... it was dark..." Liam’s voice trembled, the lie tasting like ash in his mouth. "Don't you dare use t

*A Message from Javier Stevenson, CEO* To valued employees and colleagues, After careful consideration, I'd like to address the recent speculation surrounding my personal life. Yes, the picture circulating online is genuine. Ruby and I have been in a committed relationship for some time. Her unwavering support, particularly during my recovery from the accident, has been invaluable. Despite my memory loss, she stood by me, tolerating my struggles and nurturing my healing. Our bond has grown stronger with each passing day. I proudly affirm my love for Ruby, and I won't apologize for it. However, I do regret keeping our relationship private for so long. To those who may still feel uncomfortable or judgmental around Ruby, I urge you to reflect on your actions. Your professionalism and respect are essential. If you cannot maintain a positive work environment, I suggest considering resignation or facing termination. I value fairness, equality, and mutual respect within our organizatio

Ruby's day began on the wrong foot. She overslept, struggling to adjust to her pre-break wake-up time. To make matters worse, her period arrived unexpectedly, and she burned her breakfast eggs. "OH NO!" she exclaimed, frustration boiling over as she scrapped the charred remains into the trash. But the final blow came when her laptop slipped from her bag as she was getting into her car. The screen shattered on impact, rendering it useless. "Seriously? What's today's agenda - total chaos?" Ruby muttered to herself, exasperated, as she slid behind the wheel and dumped her bag and broken laptop onto the passenger seat. When she arrived at work The air around the company felt tense as everyone kept giving her side eye the moment she stepped in. She knew something was definitely going on but couldn't guess it and Esther who could tell her was nowhere in sight. “Why are they all staring weirdly? What did I do?” She said to herself inwardly "Good morning!" Mark greeted, his friendly ton

As lunch break arrived, Javier's face lit up with anticipation. He smoothed his hair with his fingers and rose from his seat, eager to steal away Ruby with the excuse of going for lunch. But just as he opened the door and was about to invite her out, Mark piped up. "Are you heading to the cafeteria? I've heard great things about the food. Mind if I join you?" Mark asked, his innocence unaware of the underlying tension. Ruby's eyes flicked to Javier, her expression hesitant. “The cafeteria was a place she hadn't set foot in since becoming Javier's secretary "The cafeteria?" Ruby repeated, her tone laced with subtle surprise. Javier's smile faltered, his plans foiled by Mark's untimely suggestion. He silently began to pray that Ruby would turn him down and go out with him instead but his prayers became nothing when Ruby accepted. “Well, it's your first time,so I might as well show you around" “Miss Morris can I see…” he was cut off by Mark who was surprised to hear his voice

Ruby stepped out of the sleek black car and onto the familiar grounds of the Company, feeling a mix of emotions: nervousness, excitement. She was now back at the Company after working in a bar for months. She has returned to be the Secretary the CEO wanted. The only woman he wanted around was her,his woman. As she smoothed out her crisp white blouse and pencil skirt, the sound of the car door closing behind her echoed through the air. Javier emerged, his tall frame and chiseled features exuding confidence and authority. He flashed her a warm smile, and Ruby's heart skipped a beat. She kept falling in love with him every second because he was a work of art. "Ready to start your day ma’am?" he asked, offering his arm. “Hey what are you doing?” She whispered. “People are watching,” she reminded him. “So? What if they are watching?” “I can't. No one in the Company knows about us yet” “Well,I guess we will have to announce it now” “But definitely not today. Returning like this is al

Javier, Ashley, and Ruby arrived at Veronica's funeral. The trio stood at the back, their faces etched with sorrow, as they watched the crowd of mourners gather around the casket. As the service began, Ruby's eyes welled up with tears, her heart heavy with guilt and grief. Javier's hand found hers, his grip a reassuring presence. Ashley, too, looked visibly shaken, her eyes cast downward. No matter the damage the deceased has done to them,it wasn't enough for them to wish her death,so yeah they felt sorry for her and even more when they saw McLaren who couldn't control his tears As the final farewell was bid to the guests, McLaren's gaze swept across the large number of mourners, his eyes lingering on the trio who had been most affected by his daughter's actions. A mix of emotions reflected on his face - sadness, gratitude, and a hint of surprise ,as he made his way towards them. His eyes, red-rimmed from hours of tears,His voice, barely audible, cracked with emotion as he asked, "

Marco’s concerned expression caught Ruby off guard as he approached her. "Are you certain you're ready to return to work today?" he asked, his voice laced with empathy. Ruby's brow furrowed in confusion. "Why wouldn't I be?" Marcin's eyes softened. "Your boyfriend called us and shared what you've been through. We're all relieved you're safe, but he insisted that I let you take the time to fully recover. He even offered to pay anyone who covers your shift so you can focus on your well-being because the girls are definitely willing to do that for you" “Oh,I see. Thank you so much Marco”Ruby's heart swelled with gratitude, touched by Javier's thoughtful gesture. “But then,he could have told me instead of making me take a trip down here” she muttered to herself as she moved away from Marco As Ruby's colleagues escorted her to the changing room, their whispers turned into a chorus of excitement. "So, the hottest customer we have ever had,the guy we've all been gossiping about is actual