Novels by Yinkus Dollar

Mimi sat across from Lyra in the quiet corner of their favorite café, her fingers nervously tracing the rim of her coffee cup. The familiar hum of conversation around them felt distant, as if it was all happening in another world. Her own world, the one that had been slowly unraveling, was much too real now.She exhaled sharply, a mix of frustration and fear spilling out as she recounted everything she'd uncovered about CrossCorp, James, and Damon. Lyra listened intently, her dark eyes never leaving Mimi's face, as though she could see the weight of the situation settling on her."James... Damon... they’re all connected, aren’t they?" Mimi asked, her voice trembling slightly. "This isn’t just about Simeon. It’s bigger."Lyra nodded, her fingers tapping lightly on her napkin. "I’ve warned you about Damon before. He’s dangerous. You can’t trust him. The man doesn’t care who he has to step on to get what he wants."Mimi bit her lip, trying to make sense of it all. "But I don’t know what

Simeon sat at James’s desk, his small fingers resting on the keys of the sleek laptop. The room was silent, except for the soft hum of the computer. It was a world of distractions for the young boy, and as usual, he was curious about everything that wasn’t meant for his eyes. Today, however, his innocent interest would lead him into dangerous territory.He clicked around the desktop, his eyes scanning the icons in front of him. Most were familiar, games, programs he wasn't allowed to open. But then he saw it. A folder titled “Confidential.” His brow furrowed in confusion. What could be inside? He was never allowed to touch anything like that, but curiosity won the battle.Simeon hesitated, glancing over his shoulder toward the door. No one was around. Slowly, he clicked the folder open. His small breath caught in his throat as files filled the screen, some with cryptic titles and others with just a jumble of letters that didn’t make any sense. He clicked on one titled “Project Nemesis

Mimi sat alone in the dimly lit apartment, the silence of the evening pressing in on her. Her fingers brushed across a stack of old papers, the remnants of a past she had long since tried to bury. But then, something caught her eye. Buried beneath the clutter, a small folder stood out, its contents something she hadn't seen in years. She opened it, revealing a file labeled with CrossCorp's emblem, the company she had once been a part of.Her hands trembled slightly as she scanned the documents inside. Passwords. Access codes. Files she had used back in her old office. For a moment, Mimi hesitated, the weight of the decision pulling at her chest. She knew better than to dive into the murky waters of her past. But something in her gut told her this was more than just curiosity, it was a chance to unearth the truth."Should I?" she whispered aloud, staring at the codes. Her reflection in the window caught her attention, and for a moment, she saw a woman who had been fighting for her son,

The dim lighting of the hotel bar cast shadows over the polished surface of the table, where Damon Cole sat, his fingers lightly tapping against the rim of his glass. His eyes, sharp and calculating, never left Scarlett's face as she sat across from him, her posture tense. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken words, the hum of distant conversations around them doing little to mask the weight of what Damon was about to say.“I’m telling you this because you’re running out of time,” Damon said, his voice low, almost a whisper. He leaned forward slightly, closing the space between them, the urgency in his tone unmistakable.Scarlett’s eyes flickered with unease, her fingers tracing the edge of her wine glass absentmindedly. She had known Damon long enough to recognize when he was pushing an agenda, when he was selling something she wasn’t sure she wanted to buy.“You need to marry James,” Damon continued, his voice unwavering. “The sooner you’re tied to him, the better.”She tilted her

Jaxon sat at his desk, the hum of his laptop the only sound breaking the silence in the office. The screen in front of him was filled with CrossCorp’s financial reports, pages of numbers, line items, and budgets. But it wasn’t the numbers that had caught his attention; it was a single line buried deep in the reports under the innocuous title, “Project Nemesis.”His brow furrowed as he clicked on the link, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. Project Nemesis, it sounded like something out of a spy thriller. But Jaxon wasn’t one for coincidences. There had to be something more to it, and the thought of CrossCorp being involved in something shadowy made his instincts flare.With one swift motion, he opened another window to investigate the transactions associated with the project. It didn’t take long before the pieces began to fall into place. CrossCorp’s books were clean on the surface, but these transactions, large, untraceable sums moving between offshore accounts, told a different

Mimi sat at her kitchen table, her hands trembling as she stared down at the papers spread before her. The custody battle had consumed her life, but now, with James and Scarlett’s relentless attacks, it felt like she was suffocating. The weight of everything, Simeon’s future, her own sanity, pressed down on her like a suffocating fog. Her phone buzzed once again, another reminder from her lawyer, but she barely had the energy to look at it. She felt defeated.“Why can’t they just leave me alone?” she muttered under her breath, her voice cracking with emotion. She was so tired, tired of the constant fight, tired of the lies, and tired of the endless manipulations. The thought of facing James in court, knowing how far he would go to ruin her, was almost too much to bear.A knock on the door interrupted her spiraling thoughts. She wiped her eyes quickly and opened it to find Jaxon standing there, his expression serious but soft with concern.“Mimi, you don’t have to do this alone,” he sa