Novels by Author Ada

NARAI had been giving Jared the cold shoulder for days now.Not in a dramatic way, not in the way where I slammed doors or refused to cook or made scenes.. I was too tired for any of that. I just… stopped. Stopped eating with him at the table, stopped making conversation when we passed each other in the hallway, stopped trying. I did everything I was supposed to do, I prepared his meals, I kept the house running, I managed the staff, I showed up in every way that could be expected of me. I just didn’t talk to him while doing any of it.I just couldn’t.. every time I looked at him I felt his hand in my hair again. Felt my knees hit the floor. Heard myself screaming and not recognising my own voice. I couldn’t just smile and sit across from him at dinner and pretend that didn’t happen. I couldn’t do it. So I stopped pretending.The gap between us had stretched even further than it was before. Which I honestly didn’t think was possible but here we were.On the days Jared went to work t

NARAThe house was quiet, so when I walked in and something felt off about it.. It felt too still and too heavy. I and Tristan had lost track of time and engaged in other outdoor activities after leaving the coffee shop. We even went to the movies.It was a beautiful and relaxing time. Steadying myself, I took a deep breath as I pushed the door shut behind me and turned around.. That's when I saw him in the living room staring straight at the door.. Jared.He was sitting forward with his elbows on his knees, the lamp behind him barely doing anything, and his eyes were already on me. Just fixed on me, like he had been sitting in that exact position for a while now and had been waiting for the sound of that door.“Hey.” My voice came out lighter than I felt. “I didn’t know anyone was still up.”He said nothing.I smiled a little, the awkward kind you make when you need to fill a silence that isn’t filling itself, and I turned toward the stairs.“Where are you coming from.” His voice ec

NARA DAYS LATER Folding laundry was not exactly how I imagined spending my afternoon but it was something to do with my hands and right now that was all I needed.. The house had been quiet since the breakfast incident and it wasn't the normal quiet at all, the kind where everyone is just busy with their own things. This was way different. It felt like I was an unseen ghost among everyone else.. The staff barely spoke to me anymore, they were not rude exactly, just oddly careful around me now.. They only gave short answers and quick nods.. Even the maids who used to chat a little while helping with dinner had gone quiet.. I didn’t blame them though.. In a house like this you read the temperature of the people above you and adjust accordingly. Jared on the other hand, went back to being completely cold. It wasn't the soft cold of recent weeks, where there was still a little warmth underneath if you looked hard enough. This was the old cruel version. He kept his eyes forward, wo

NARAI got no response. So I smiled at them.. It was genuinely all I could do. Every single person in that room was staring at me like I had walked in with something on my face and nobody wanted to be the one to say it so I just stood there with the dish towel in my hand and smiled like maybe I was missing a joke.“Why is everyone looking at me like that?” I laughed a little, nervously.Ophelia moved.I didn’t even see it. One second she was standing across the room and the next her hand was across my face and I stumbled sideways, my shoulder slamming into the doorframe.. She slapped me.Why? The dish towel hit the floor as I grabbed the wall with one hand and just stood there for a second trying to understand what had just happened.“What…” My hand flew to my cheek. “What was that for?”“You have the nerve to stand there and smile,” Ophelia snapped, her voice shaking. “After everything we just heard.”“What did you hear?” I looked around the room. “What is going on? Someone please

The delicious aroma of cinnamon and sizzling batter filled the kitchen.Nara took one last look at the stove, turned off the gas, and stepped back. The maids rushed past her, skillfully transferring heavy trays of food toward the dining room. She was preparing breakfast for the entire Wilson family.It still felt surreal. Just a few months ago, she was nobody in this world. Now, she was managing a massive mansion—deciding on menus, flowers, and folded napkins. It used to feel impossible. But lately? She was finally finding her footing.Things between her and Jared had actually calmed down.Sure, he wasn't exactly overflowing with warmth—he was still the same stoic, tight-lipped Jared—but the icy wall between them was starting to melt. They actually talked now. Not just about his business, but about the house. Little things. They hadn't had a single blowout argument in days, which was a massive milestone for a couple like them.And the craziest part? He was the one who suggested this

DAYS LATERJared Wilson was literally the worst person at sitting still. He’d been stuck in bed for almost a whole week now, and he was totally going crazy from cabin fever.He kept moving his laptop from one side of the blanket to the other, and he kept looking at his phone, opening the same emails over and over. Every time someone from work called him with a problem he couldn't actually fix from his room, he would just grit his teeth. Instead of being the boss at the office, he was stuck in bed with his ankle wrapped in a bandage and propped up on three different pillows.He typed a super quick email back to his assistant, CC’ed his head of operations, and closed his laptop with a loud sigh.The bedroom was totally quiet, except for Nara folding clothes on the other side of the room.She had a laundry basket resting on her hip and was just moving around smoothly. She had been doing this all week. She’d shake out a shirt, fold it up nice and neat, put it in a pile, and grab the nex