Novels by Ogwu kosiso

The silence in the car was thick, but not uncomfortable. The city lights passed in flashes as the car moved smoothly through the night. Emily leaned against the seat, her fingers resting gently over the ring now on her finger. A symbol that still didn’t feel real.Denovon glanced at her briefly before turning back to the road.“It’s late,” he finally said, voice low but firm. “We’ll go to my villa tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll send someone to your apartment to get your things.”Emily sat up straighter. “But… I don’t have clothes to wear. And I need to prepare for work tomorrow.”“You’re not working tomorrow,” Denovon replied without missing a beat. “We’re going to my family house in the morning.”Her heart stopped for a moment. She turned slowly to face him.“Your… your family house?”Denovon nodded. “Yes. It’s time you meet them.”Emily swallowed hard, eyes drifting to the window. She didn’t say anything, but a thousand thoughts rushed through her mind.Will they accept me? What if they as

Emily stood in front of the glass case, her eyes moving slowly over the rows of wedding rings. Each one sparkled under the lights, some delicate, some bold, all of them beautiful. But her gaze paused on a single ring—less shiny than the others, simple but elegant. A thin platinum band with a tiny diamond resting like a star on top. It didn’t scream for attention. It just existed—quiet and refined. "This one," she said softly, almost to herself.Denovon, who had been standing behind her, smiled faintly. It was exactly the one he had picked out in his head when they walked in, but he hadn't said a word. He wanted her to choose. And just as he thought, she wasn’t the flashy type. She was graceful. Classy."Perfect," he said.The attendant quickly packaged the ring, placing it carefully into a velvet box before handing it to Denovon. He thanked her with a slight nod and turned to Emily."Let’s go."They walked out of Jewelry Empire and returned to the car. Emily sat on the passenger side

Emily stepped out of the company building, the sun already low in the sky. The wind tugged gently at her coat, and her heels tapped lightly on the pavement. She was exhausted after spending hours reviewing documents, but her posture remained graceful.She made her way down the sidewalk, heading toward the bus stop.No car. No driver. Just herself and the quiet hum of the street.It was strange — just this morning, she had signed papers that made her someone’s wife. Now, she was walking to the bus like nothing had changed.A loud car honk cut through the street, making her stop abruptly.She turned.A sleek black car had pulled up beside her. The window rolled down.Denovon.He leaned slightly to the side, one hand on the steering wheel, his dark eyes calm but unreadable. A small, knowing smile played at the edge of his lips.“It seems Miss Carter has forgotten that she’s now Mrs. Rowland,” he said smoothly.Emily froze, blinking.He was right. She had forgotten. For a moment, the rea

The Rowland Enterprises penthouse office was sleek, cold, and intimidating—much like the man who owned it.Emily stepped out of the elevator, every inch of her calm exterior carefully arranged. Her soft beige blouse flowed like silk over tailored black pants, her hair pulled into a low knot. There were still traces of the girl who cried last night, but something else sat in her eyes now—steel.Denovon was seated behind his massive glass desk, typing something on his tablet. He looked up when she entered, and for a moment, his cold blue eyes assessed her.Then he stood."You came," he said.She nodded, stepping forward until they were just a few feet apart."I have my answer," she said softly.His brow lifted, just slightly. “I’m listening.”Emily took a breath. “I’ll marry you, Mr. Rowland.”There was a pause, heavy and silent. Then, Denovon gave a slow nod, a small smile tugging at one corner of his mouth. “I see.”“But,” she continued, her voice steady, “it won’t be just a marriage

Emily sat quietly in the cab, staring out the window but not seeing anything.Denovon's words kept replaying in her head:“I, Denovon Rowland, need a wife.”“So if you’re willing, let’s get married.”“You won’t be at a disadvantage.”It felt like a dream. No—a strange scene from a drama. But it was real. He said it. He actually asked her to marry him.Her heart beat fast. Confused. Shocked. A little scared.“Sleep over it... I’ll be waiting for your reply.”Her fingers trembled slightly as she held her bag tighter.The cab stopped. “We’re here, ma’am,” the driver said.She paid and stepped out slowly. Her thoughts were still wrapped around Denovon’s face when she saw them—Charles. Julie.Standing in front of her apartment building.Her steps froze.Her chest tightened instantly.Months. It had been months since she last saw Charles. Since that day at the hospital… the day she found out it had all been a lie.Her stomach turned, but she stood still. Her face calm. She refused to cry.

Denovon sat back in his chair, fingers loosely tapping on the armrest as he watched Emily walk out of his office. There was something about her—something quiet but strong—that lingered even after she left the room.Just then, his phone rang.He checked the screen.Grandfather.He sighed and picked it up.Denovon:“Grandpa.”Grandfather (chuckling):“Ah! How does it feel sitting in the big chair now, Chairman Rowland?”Denovon:“It feels... normal. Work is work.”Grandfather:“Don’t play tough with me, boy. I know it excites you. I built that company with my sweat. You better take care of it.”Denovon (smirking):“I will. I plan to.”There was a short pause before the real agenda began.Grandfather:“And now that work is going smoothly, when are you getting married?”Denovon (sighs):“Grandpa...”Grandfather (cutting him off):“No excuses. You’re thirty, Denovon. You’ve handled the business in America, you’re running Rowland now. What next? You want me to carry great-grandchildren in a