Novels by Her Majesty in Red

CHANDLERI had been searching for hours.The mansion felt like a cage. Every room I checked was empty. Every call I made came back with the same frustrating answer — no sign of her. My men were already scattered across the city, checking every camera feed, every street, every possible route she could have taken after running out of the estate. But it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough.Roxette was out there somewhere. Alone. Scared. Possibly hurt.And it was my fault.I kept seeing it in my head — the way she must have walked into our bedroom and seen Dahlia on top of me. The betrayal in her eyes. The way she must have felt after everything we had been through. I had told her she was mine. I had promised to protect her. And now she was gone because of a trap my ex-wife and daughter had set.I slammed my fist against the wall of the security room, the pain barely registering. My phone was glued to my ear as I barked orders at Roland.“Expand the search radius. Check every traffic camera

ROXETTEI couldn’t stop staring at the photos.They were everywhere. Pinned to the wall in front of me, scattered across the small table to my left, even taped to the floor near my feet. Pictures of me at school. Pictures of me walking through the estate gardens. Pictures of me crying after Diana and her friends poured dirty water on me in the bathroom. Pictures of me and Chandler together — some taken through windows, some from far away like someone had been hiding in the bushes.My stomach twisted violently.This wasn’t random. Someone had been watching me for months. Following me. Taking photos of every moment of my life. My heart sank so hard it felt like it had dropped straight through the floor.No… this can’t be. This can’t be happening.I pulled harder against the ropes tying my wrists behind the chair, but they only dug deeper into my skin. My ankles were bound too tightly to the chair legs. I was completely trapped.

CHANDLERI tore through the entire mansion like a madman.“Roxette!” I shouted, my voice echoing off the walls as I checked every room on the first floor, then the second. The study. The library. The kitchen. Even the damn garden. Nothing. No sign of her. Her things were still in our room — her phone charger, the sweater she liked to wear around the house — but she was gone.My chest felt tight. Too tight.I kept seeing it in my head. The way Dahlia had been on my bed when I woke up. The smirk on Diana’s face. The calculated way they had both acted like nothing was wrong. They had set this up. I knew it. They wanted Roxette to see something. To believe something that wasn’t true.And now she was missing.I pulled out my phone and dialed Roland immediately. He answered on the second ring.“Boss?”“Find her,” I said, my voice low and sharp. “Roxette. She left the estate sometime this evening and she hasn’t come ba

CHANDLERI came home exhausted.Work had dragged on longer than expected, and the stress of everything else — Dahlia’s constant messages, Diana’s anger, the stalker still out there somewhere, and Roxette suddenly disappearing without a word — had worn me down to the bone. The house felt too quiet when I stepped inside. I called out for her once, twice, but there was no answer. Just silence.I checked my phone again. Still no reply from Roxette. My last message had been sent hours ago.Chandler: Where did you go? It’s already past 8. Are you okay? Please text me back.Nothing.I sighed heavily and loosened my tie as I made my way to the study. I poured myself a glass of wine — just one at first. Then another. And another. The rich red liquid burned slightly going down, but it did nothing to ease the tightness in my chest. I kept glancing at my phone, hoping for a reply that never came.Where the hell was she?I had told her she could take space if she needed it, but this felt different

ROXETTEI ran.I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, tears blurring my vision as I stumbled down the long driveway of the mansion. The image of Dahlia on top of Chandler kept flashing in my mind like a nightmare I couldn’t escape. My chest felt like it was being crushed. Every sob tore out of me, raw and broken.How could he?After everything.After he told me I was his. After the way he held me. After the baby growing inside me that he didn’t even know about.I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. All I could do was run.The night air was cold against my wet cheeks as I reached the street. Streetlights flickered above me, casting long shadows. I didn’t know where I was going. I just needed to get away. Away from that house. Away from the pain that was swallowing me whole.My phone was still in my bag, but I didn’t reach for it. I didn’t want to see any messages from Chandler. Not now. Not when my heart was sh

ROXETTEI couldn’t stay away any longer.After spending days at my mom’s penthouse, I had been drowning in my own thoughts. The pregnancy test still sat in my bag like a secret I wasn’t ready to share with anyone yet. I had cried, I had stared at the wall for hours, and I had tried to make sense of everything. But no matter how much I tried to think things through, one feeling kept pulling at me stronger than the rest.I missed him.I missed Chandler.I missed the way he held me, the way he called me “baby girl,” the way his presence made the chaos in my life feel a little less heavy. Even with everything falling apart around me — Diana’s hatred, the bullying, the stalker messages — being away from him had started to feel wrong. Like I had left a part of myself behind.My phone had been on silent for most of the day, but when I finally checked it that evening, my heart skipped when I saw his messages.**Chandler:** Where did you go? You didn’t say anything before leaving.**Chandler:*

JULIAThe house was finally quiet.The twins had gone to sleep hours ago, their little bodies curled together in the big shared bed, breathing soft and even. I had lingered in their room longer than usual tonight, watching them sleep, my hand resting on my still-flat belly where our new little one was already growing. The news still felt like a beautiful dream. Another baby, another chance to grow our family, even after everything we had been through.Marcus had been quiet but attentive all evening. He had helped bathe the boys, read them their bedtime story, and held me a little tighter than usual when we finally closed their door. I could feel the worry in him, the way his hand kept drifting to my stomach, protective and gentle, like he was already guarding the new life inside me.Now it was just us.We stepped into our bedroom, the soft lamplight casting a warm, golden glow over the large bed. The moment the door clicked shut, Marcus turned to me, his dark eyes filled with a mix

JULIAThe rest of the day passed in a beautiful, nervous blur.I couldn’t stop smiling. Every time I looked at the pregnancy test stick hidden in my drawer, my heart did a little flip.I spent the afternoon with the twins, playing in the garden, reading them stories, and trying my best to act normal so they wouldn’t sense how excited and anxious I was.Phoebe kept giving me knowing looks and thumbs-ups. She had been practically bouncing since the test result, already talking about nursery ideas and how she and Mira would help with the new baby just like they had with the twins.But I was waiting for one person.Marcus.He had left early for work this morning, as he often did, but I had texted him earlier saying I had something important to tell him when he got home. He replied with a simple [I’ll be home as soon as I can, baby. Love you.]That was hours ago, and now the sun was starting to set, painting the sky in soft oranges and pinks.I was in the living room when I finally heard t

JULIAI woke up and felt a heavy, queasy feeling that had settled in my stomach. I lay there for a long moment, one hand resting on my belly out of habit.The nausea was different this time, not the violent kind I remembered from my first pregnancy, but a persistent, rolling discomfort that made even the thought of food feel wrong.I sat up slowly, careful not to wake Marcus, but the bed was already empty. He had left early for work again, as he often did these days. The spot beside me was cool, the pillow still slightly indented from where his head had been. A small pang of sadness hit me, sharper than usual. I missed him at breakfast. I missed his quiet presence, the way he would kiss the top of my head and make sure I ate something before he left. I padded downstairs in my robe, the house already alive with the sounds of the morning. The twins were at the dining table, their little voices chattering happily as they ate their regular breakfast. Crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, and st

PHOEBEThree months.It had been exactly one month since that ridiculous, spur-of-the-moment joke in the backyard.I still couldn’t believe it.I, Phoebe, was now in a relationship with Kael. The same Kael who had once been nothing more than the tall, silent, ridiculously handsome bodyguard that all the maids drooled over during their breaks. The man who had stopped mid-training, walked straight up to me, smirked, and said “Okay. Let’s do that” when I yelled “Marry me!” as a joke.And now… we were actually together.I still woke up some mornings thinking it was a dream. That I would blink and realize I had imagined the whole thing, the way he had started texting me that same night, the first awkward but sweet coffee date in the garden the next day, the way he had pulled me into his arms and kissed me like he meant it after only two weeks of talking.But it wasn’t a dream.It was real.And I was still shy and flustered every single time he looked at me.Today was no different.I was in

JULIAThe morning sun was bright and warm as we loaded the last of the picnic baskets into the back of the large SUV. Marcus had insisted on taking the biggest vehicle we owned. The one with the reinforced frame and enough space for all of us because, in his words, “Safety first, always.” I couldn’t argue with that. Not after everything we had been through.Today is a picnic day.A simple, perfect family outing that felt like a dream come true after the years of healing. Marcus, the twins, Phoebe, Mira, Mom, and Dad. All of us together, leaving the mansion behind for a few hours of fresh air, laughter, and good food. The boys were bouncing with excitement, their little backpacks already slung over their shoulders, filled with snacks and toys they insisted on bringing.“Mommy, can we bring the red ball?” Malachi asked, tugging at my dress with his energetic little hand. He was the more active one, always running, always full of life, his dark hair messy even though I had combed it ju

MARCUSThe prison corridor smelled of concrete, bleach, and despair.I walked down the long, dimly lit hallway with two of my most trusted men flanking me, their footsteps echoing in perfect sync with mine. The guards didn’t even look at us as we passed. They knew better than to question why the most powerful man in the underground world was here to see one specific prisoner. Money and fear had bought me unlimited access long ago.Livia.She was the only one left.Terra had died that night in the abandoned building five years ago from a single, clean bullet straight to the head from my gun the moment I saw her holding a weapon to my pregnant wife’s temple. I hadn’t hesitated. I hadn’t given her a chance to beg or explain. One shot, and the woman who had tried to destroy my family was gone forever.But Livia… she had been smarter that night. Or luckier. She hadn’t raised a gun. She hadn’t made any sudden moves. She had simply stood there, trembling, while Julia screamed and cried in t