{And then my years of anticipation finally ended. She kissed me, lips warm and soft. My hands found there way to the small of her back while she kept hers twined around my neck. We broke apart, looking each other in the eye. "Shït. I'm sorry Jax, I didn't mean to-" I cut her off and placed my lips against her warm, soft ones. I know, cliche but what can I say? I'm a softie at heart. "I love you Nova. I love you. I love you. I-" It happened once more except I was the one silenced. "I love you too." Nova whispered, voice breaking but still soft. I squeezed the air out of her. How did I get so lucky?"}
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Jaxton Winters, bad boy, dangerous and indifferent. At least that's what everyone thinks. But he's really just a softie who loves to read and do quiet things. Jax is really just broken. Just needs someone. Just like any human, Jaxton has vulnerable times, but lately, to him, Jax has too many. That's until Nova comes.
NovaBelle March. A cute, bubbly, shy girl. But just like Jax, you can never judge a book by it's cover. Nova is strong. Stronger than anyone. Anyone she's ever met at least. Her only problem, no one will ever think that. She's perceived as a shallow, innocent kid who never has to worry about anything. In reality, she's the one holding everyone else up. Still, maybe she will get a break. A break called Jaxton Winters.
When snow meets sun, will they clash and tear each other apart, or will they prove that opposites really do attract, that love prevails over all.
Cliche, yes. Fluffy, yes. But that's what we all love. Similar to other stories, yes, but every story has its own unique trait. Mine? Well read on to find out.
They performed her last rites.
While she was still alive.
Akshara Maheshwari was erased from her own family before she could even understand what she had done wrong. Abandoned, forgotten, and declared dead, she disappeared from the world that once called her blood.
Years later, she returns - not as a broken child begging for answers, but as AK - a name the world admires, fears, and follows.
She doesn't come back for forgiveness.
She doesn't ask for love.
And she doesn't reveal herself easily.
Because some wounds don't need apologies -
they need truth, power, and reckoning.
As the Maheshwaris celebrate, lie, and protect their secrets, the past claws its way back into the present.
A past involving betrayal, silence, a sold child, and a savior who changed her fate.
What happens when a family realizes the daughter they buried...
is the woman who now controls their empire?
And what if revenge isn't her goal -
but taking back what was always hers?
A story of abandonment, survival, silent revenge, and a girl who learned to smile while planning her return.
Read to find out:
Will the truth destroy them...
or will Akshara destroy the truth first?