Helix Waltz Novels & Stories

I’d just wrapped up a short trip with my daughter, Elara. On the way back, I figured I’d swing by the Hale, our family’s casino, to check in on my son, Cassian. Maybe grab dinner together. I didn’t expect to be mistaken for his latest fling. Correction: not mistaken—accused. Violently. “You think you can just waltz in here like some queen?” she hissed. “I’m the woman Cassian loves! What kind of whore are you? And is this your bastard daughter with him?” She locked us in the basement. No phone. No light. Just concrete walls and the stench of mildew and madness. Then came the fists. She slapped me across the face—again and again—until my skin stung and my ears rang. When that didn’t satisfy he

“Five years of silence, and you think you can just waltz back into my life?” I spat at him. For five years, I was the obedient wife. I owed him my life after he pulled me from a fatal car crash that erased my past, so I accepted his coldness. I accepted that his attention, his warmth, and his loyalty belonged entirely to his stepsister. I even accepted it when he demanded I donate my kidney to save her. I told myself the pain was just the price of gratitude. But on the operating table, the illusion shattered. The trauma unlocked my missing memories, revealing a truth I was never meant to know: I wasn't a nobody. I was the hidden heiress to his greatest rival,and my h

“Isabella, you’re too tempting. I can’t control myself around you. If you think we can just be friends, forget it — that’s not happening. I want you the way you want me, and everything you did today proves you crave me too. Break off your engagement to Alex and be my woman. I promise you won’t regret it. We can be together, for as long as it lasts.” He whispered, his voice low and urgent. His last words shattered the fragile calm around Isabella. She stared at him, confusion and something harder warring on her face. “No. I can’t.” “Can’t or won’t, Isabella.” He cut her off and kissed her, fierce and demanding. Isabella turned down a proposal from her best friend, Alex Waltz — not be

The night Enzo was made boss of the Moretti family, I gave him my virginity. He was the heir I'd been promised to since before I could speak. We kissed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, tangled in the humid, twilight heat... His rough, urgent hands hurt me, but I didn't pull away. Even the pain felt sacred, a sacrifice I was willing to make for love. Lost in the heat of the moment, he promised me a pair of the most beautiful crystal shoes, so I could dance the opening waltz with him at his coronation ceremony the next day. The first dance is always reserved for the new boss and his future bride. I cried with joy, believing my years of secret pining and patient waiting would finally