Maple Wand Novels & Stories

One man, One Deal, One Night. Icen Evren Knight Was Mine. I met a billionaire on a lie. I was his temporary Cinderella. He was my prince, all sharp edges and expensive sin. That night ruined me. He took my breath. He set my body on fire. Icen was savage. I kept the ring he gave me—proof that the magical moment was real. But I had to run. No note, no goodbye. I became a ghost. That one-night mistake became my whole life. A pair of midnight eyes. A tiny heartbeat. Our son. I had to keep moving, running constantly to save our son. My past is a killer. He took my twin sister. He wants me dead. That constant running saved me from two things: the man who killed my sister, and the father of my child that I left behind. Four years later, fate threw me back to the man who ruined me. He’s still painfully gorgeous. He still smells like expensive sin. Now? He hates me. To him, I’m a ghost. A liar who ran. A mistake he wished to undone. The cruelest curse: He’s my boss. I’m his employee. We breathe the same air, I have no fairy good mother or a magic wand to save me from his wrath. I need to toughen up. I must fit into his world. Not for me, but for the boy whose face reminds me of the man I ache for. Now I have two predators: the powerful boss who wants me exposed, and the killer who wants me buried. I'll sacrifice everything for my son. Because fairytales are for fools, and I’m living proof of a dream that may not come true.

Before the contract was even signed, the client's representative casually said he was craving pancakes with maple syrup. I didn't hesitate. I texted my fiancé, Nigel Cross, and asked him to stand in line and grab some. He came back with the box, all proud of himself. The client took one bite, and within seconds, his face went red. Hives bloomed across his neck. He shot to his feet, furious, and called the whole deal off on the spot. Then he turned around and handed the million-dollar order to Olivia Field, the intern who had rushed to grab him allergy meds. Three months of grinding work were gone just like that. I stood there, my throat tight, trying not to fall apart. Nigel squeezed my shoulder, his voice soft as he said, "It was just bad luck. Don't beat yourself up." I nodded weakly, drained of energy. But the second I stepped away, I heard him laughing in the break room with his friend. "That guy's seriously allergic to mango. Good thing I added mango syrup to the pancakes. Olivia's about to score a huge year-end bonus. Enough for a down payment on her new apartment." His friend hesitated. "Melissa hasn't slept in a month over that deal. She was working while she was sick. She needed that money for her mom's surgery—" Nigel waved him off, already annoyed. "She has me. Isn't that enough? Olivia earned this." My hands curled into fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. Bad luck? Yeah, right. Nigel had planned every second of it. And now, he thought he could smooth it over by marrying me someday, toss me a few cheap words, and I would just swallow it. I was done with that disgusting man.