Novels by Omia

DIEGO'S POV It was 10pm, and I walked slowly into the room to meet Savannah tucked in a blanket on the sofa. I knew she was wondering why my mood suddenly changed but before I could wrap my head around it all, I decided to transfer her to the bed. Getting closer, her slow breath rang like sweet melodies in my ears. Even in sleep, she was beautiful and innocent. I sniffed her neck to inhale that flowery smell I had always loved. With one hand holding her legs and the other supporting her back, I carried her slowly to the bed to avoid waking her up. Earlier, I had to pull away because I could feel my demons coming out. I couldn't help but hate myself at that moment. Looking deep into her eyes, it felt like I was a demon trying to corrupt an angel. As much as I wanted to be lost in her eyes, I was starting to doubt the chances of her ever loving me. Was I undeserving of love or happiness? I didn't want to hurt Savannah or drag her into this dangerous path I had chosen. I wante

SAVANNAH'S POV “I'm sorry, have we met?” I blurted out, trying to recall if I had met the woman in front of me before. Just then, she circled me, with her stilettos clicking loudly on the marble floor. My heartbeat increased and my breath hitched. “I'm Laura, Diego's secretary,” she said, feigning a smile. “I don't know what Diego saw in you, but you do not deserve him!” she sneered, staring straight into my eyes with a disgusting stare plastered on her face. “I had no intention of marrying Diego. Even with that, we’re already married and there's nothing I can do about it,” I said calmly, not wanting it to escalate. Like I had a choice. “Diego deserves someone better by his side. Someone like me! Someone who's driven by passion and has seen the real world,” she said, still staring at me. “You can't support Diego in any way!” I scoffed. I had heard of overzealous secretaries who fall for their bosses but this one was so unbelievable. I would even be glad if we had to exchan

SAVANNAH'S POV My chest wouldn't stop beating hard with each passing second. I wasn't supposed to be afraid but somehow I was. Maybe he was still angry with me because of what happened the previous night. “Mr Diego is here,” Maria announced with a chuckle while sizing me up. The doors flung open with him barging in fiercely. “What happened!?” Diego raged at Maria. “Sir-sir Diego. This woman is an imposter claiming to be your wife. Please punish her,” Maria stammered. My eyes traced Diego's tightened fists, his rough breaths were clearly heard. “An imposter?” “How dare you disrespect my wife?” Diego raged, counting his words. “But sir-I didn't -I didn't expect her to be your wife. She looks- “I’ll get in touch with your manager later. You will have to say goodbye to your job,” Diego said, with his eyes laced on her. Maria shuddered with fear. Her once imposing smile turned to a defeated whimper. “Apologize to Mrs Montenegro immediately and do it properly!” Diego comman

SAVANNAH'S POVThe lady in the painting wore a flowery pink dress, the same dress I had worn five years ago. But how? She looked exactly like me and it couldn't be a coincidence. How did Diego know this? Was he hiding something? My mind bugged with questions. Maybe I should ask him—or maybe not. He may just treat me as coldly as the previous night but I was bound to find out with or without his help.Just then, Tara tapped me from behind and I turned.“It's almost 1pm ma’am. It's time for you to go shopping,” Tara said loudly.“So we're going by the clock now?” I muttered to myself, almost burying my face in my palms. However, her hands were stretched towards me and a black card lay hanging between her fingers. “Mr Diego dropped this for you. It's an Infinity Card only owned by the Montenegros. You can use it to buy whatever you want at the store,” she revealed.I had heard of these customized cards but I had never seen one up close. I took the card from her, observing it. It was bl

SAVANNAH’S POV The morning sun invaded the room, some of it spilling on my face. My hands grazed the bed and I realised there was no one there. He was gone. Did he really hate me that much? To want to leave before I even wake up. But why did I care? I never wanted to marry him anyway. I rolled out of bed lazily, navigating the room as I didn't get the chance to observe it properly the previous evening. I walked with a yawn towards the large window, yanking the curtain wide open. My lips cracked open with a smile because the view from up here was magnificent. I could see far into the bustling city and for a moment, I forgot my problems. While in thoughts, I heard a knock on the door and a lady rushed in, bowing. Her fingers squeezed her black on white uniform tight. “Good morning ma’am. I'm Tara the head housekeeper, and Mr Diego asked that I show you how things work around here,” she said calmly. I stared at Tara blankly for seconds. I wasn't used to being waited on. My morni

DIEGO'S POV I longed to make beautiful babies with this woman as quickly as possible. Babies with her eyes, her hair and her skin. I wanted us to spend the rest of our days together. I loved her. I had loved her since that day—the day at the masked party five years ago. I remember the first time my eyes fell on her; she stood at a corner confused and innocent. She was too charming for me to resist, even though I hadn't seen her face at first. We spent the night outside, away from the party, under the moonlight. She told me soothing stories. She made me feel the best version of myself. For the first time in my life, I could let go of my terrible past and focus on what was in front of me. I knew I wanted her near. I still have her mask—a white sparkling mask. She lost it while running back home. Since then, I vowed to find her and protect her. I waited for this day—a day to finally make her mine. And I have succeeded. The moment she stepped into the wedding hall, I could sens