Novels by Jojo

Louis’ POV“Evelyn!” I kept calling her name, over and over again, my voice cracking with desperation. But she didn’t answer. She was gone. Just… gone.She had fled right after I saved her on the rooftop after I pulled her back from the ledge she was seconds away from falling off. I thought she'd fall into my arms, maybe cry, maybe even say thank you. But no. Nothing. She just ran. Like I was the enemy.Now she was nowhere to be found.I tried calling her phone, and when it didn’t go through, I tried again. And again. My fingers trembled as I redialed, my heart pounding with a horrible rhythm that made me feel like I was suffocating. What the hell was going on?Why wasn’t she picking up?A part of me wanted to believe she just needed space but space didn’t explain the pit in my stomach that grew larger with every unanswered call.And then I saw him.A man. Dressed head to toe in black. Face covered. Entering into the building. Like a shadow with intent.My heart skipped a beat.No no,

Eveyeln’s POV“Eveyeln, I’ve been looking for you.”His voice sliced through the silence like a blade, low and tense as he stepped toward me. I instinctively backed away, heart punching against my ribs. I could feel the fear crawling up my spine, leaving a trail of icy goosebumps.But then… his eyes shifted.To my hands.To the phone.Shit.I tucked it behind me, quick, but not quick enough.“You got another phone?” he asked, eyes narrowing.I didn’t answer couldn’t. I just held onto the silence like it was a shield, even as dread churned in my gut. Instead, I snatched my iPad from my bag and typed a single word:No.I slipped the phone into my bag, my hands trembling just slightly. I needed to leave. I needed to get away from his gaze, his questions, the heat of suspicion radiating from him.But before I could even take a full step, his hand shot out and gripped my wrist. Tight.My breath caught in my throat.“I heard a voice when I got here,” he said slowly, like he was tasting each

Evelyn’s POVErica walked toward me slowly, a sly smirk curling at her lips. She leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper cold, cutting. “You’re very smart,” she said, her breath brushing my ear. “If you hadn’t played your little game, your mother would’ve been in real danger.” My eyes widened, my pulse quickening.How on earth did she know about my mother?She annoyed me even when we were kids. Every time she got hurt and her mean mom asked what happened, she’d point at me. I’d get beaten and grounded for no reason. This went on for years. Then she had an accident, and things got worse. They blamed me for her death for years, even though she was alive and fine. Her mom knew the truth but still treated me like trash. Even my real dad didn’t care. No one believed me. I was always the bad one. Now, all I want is for her to come back and take my useless husband. He was meant for her anyway.My hands clenched. For a second, I forgot where I was. The urge to swing at her was so strong I

Eveyeln’s POV“Ladies, stop!” Louis’s voice boomed through the hallway.But it was too late. My hair was already a tangled mess, and I was seconds away from lunging at her again.“I’ll deal with you!” she screamed, her voice slicing through the tension like a blade. “How dare you touch me? Huh? Who do you think you are?”Rage surged through me again, blinding, hot, unfiltered. I was ready to strike, to feel the satisfying sting of my palm on her arrogant face once more. But Louis pulled me back hard. He practically dragged me into the room, my room, and slammed the door shut behind us.Then, out of nowhere, he burst out laughing.What the hell was funny?Seriously?He flopped onto the bed like this was some kind of reality show. “So... you love me?”I blinked.No. No. No. He didn’t just say that.His voice was teasing, cocky, laced with smug disbelief. “I didn’t know. The mighty, untouchable Eveyeln actually fell in love with me? Wow. Just wow.”Why was he behaving like he's won a tr

Evelyn’s POVI woke up with a start.My eyes fluttered open, blinking against the morning light as the soft cotton sheets tangled around me. Something solid pressed beneath my hand. Warm. Steady. Strong.What is that?My fingers curled slightly, pressing into the firm surface. It wasn’t a pillow or blanket no, it was... someone. My heart skipped. I turned my head, slowly, like I was scared of what I might find.And there he was.Lying right there beside me, breathing softly, eyes closed, completely at peace as if this was normal. As if waking up next to him was something that had happened a thousand times before.Panic surged through me. My mind was racing wild and chaotic. What the hell happened last night?Did we...? No. No, no, no.My hand flew to my mouth as images from the night before burst into my memory like fireworks. I remembered pulling him close. I remembered kissing him. My heart began to hammer in my chest.Oh god. Did I really do that?What was I thinking? What was wron

Evelyn’s POVI couldn’t believe what he had said. He actually asked me for sex like it was some kind of favor he could just call in whenever he wanted.What the actual hell is wrong with him?My mind spiraled with confusion, frustration, and a weird, quiet kind of ache I didn’t want to name. He had barely acknowledged me for months barely noticed if I ate or slept, barely even looked my way. And now this? Suddenly acting like he cared?I was still trapped in my whirlwind of thoughts when a glass of juice landed in front of me.I looked up, startled. It was him. Louis.My husband.He placed the juice gently on the table, the way someone does when they’re trying not to startle a wild animal. He looked at me for a second like he wanted to say more but didn’t trust the words forming in his throat."Here," he muttered. “Sorry for destroying the last one.”He slid the new iPad across the table.I blinked. My fingers hovered over it. The same model. Same color. Just like the one he smashed i