Novels by Jessie Jane

“Good day miss Briella” He greeted, extending his hand in a professional manner. Briella shook it regardless of her confusion.He continued. “I'm Mr Harold Winton. Mr Lorcan’s personal lawyer.”The name Lorcan made her chest thud, afterwards he was already dead, without her getting to know he was her real father.Can we talk privately? He added.Briella brows arched. "My friends are not strangers, you can say what you want to in their presence.""Ok then," He replied."There's actually something you need to know, I have been trying to reach you for days now and with the help of your friends that arranged this meeting, I finally did.”Harold then handed her a sealed envelope"Your father, Lorcan Cyder, left a will. His company, most of his properties, and assets are now legally yours." He explained.Briella took the envelope, her fingers brushing against the smooth paper. Her pulse quickened, not from anticipation, but from the uneasy stillness in the air, the kind that makes your skin

Hayden’s VillaThe doorbell rang. Hilda, still in her nightwear, walked down the stairs, her eyes still heavy from sleep. The sleep cleared from her eyes when she saw who was waiting outside. Her breath hitched with eyes wide open. “Kennedy?”When they spoke on the phone earlier, Hilda told him Hayden hadn't been with around for a few days now, and she couldn’t leave the villa because she wanted to see him when he got back, so she couldn't go over to his place. And so Kennedy came instead.Before Hilda could think, his hand brushed hers, she grabbed his arm, dragging him inside and locking the door behind them. “What are you doing here?” she hissed. “What if Hayden comes back any minute?”Kennedy grinned. “Babe, calm down.” His voice was low and coaxing, the kind that used to weaken her knees. “I missed you.”He pulled her close. She stiffened, glancing toward the window, then reluctantly slid her arms around him.“You should’ve called that you were coming” she muttered.“Shhh…” His

“Have your seat,” Amber said, her voice calm in a way that didn’t match the look in her eyes.Briella lowered herself into the chair opposite, her pulse pounding but she didn’t blink. She wanted answers and needed them badly.Amber leaned forward. “I’m not going to beat around the bush. By now, you know who your real father is.”Briella didn’t move, her gaze locked.“You may be wondering why I’m involved,” Amber continued. “It’s because of you father, or am I supposed to call him that?.. Well Mr. Garland.”Her words tightened something in Briella’s chest.Amber’s tone shifted, her voice suddenly became bitter as she spoke. “When my mother was sick, I begged him for help. He agreed but he didn’t keep his promise. I lost her in that hospital because I couldn’t pay the bills. He wasn’t obligated, sure, but I had faith in him. And he let me down.”Her jaw flexed before she went on. “Before I… left, I met Lorcan Cyder. You were still little. He needed information on you. Your mother had an

“Uhm, what is it?”Briella’s voice was quiet, almost too careful, as though the wrong tone might make him shut her out too. She wasn’t sure if he would even agree to help but she had to try.“Can you help me get information on someone?” she murmured.David had stopped telling her everything in detail and worst of all, Jaylen didn’t even tell her what that text she saw on his phone meant. Everyone thought keeping her in the dark would protect her. All it did was make her feel like she was drowning with her eyes closed, she felt stupid and clueless.Allen was still sitting beside her, his fingers tapping on his knee like he was trying to decide whether to speak.This was new, she’d never asked him for anything like this before, infact she had never asked for anything from them.Allen tilted his head, cautious. “What name?”She wet her lips before speaking. “Lorcan Clyde.”His eyebrows drew together. It was the kind of name that didn’t belong in polite conversation or associated with an

Jaylen closed the door behind him, the click sounding far too loud in the quiet room.Jaylen didn’t return the smile. He stayed standing, his shoulders tense, hands buried deep in his pockets. “I didn’t come for Pleasantries.” He stated.The woman didn’t move, she didn’t even blink. Her legs were crossed, a silk robe slipping just enough off one shoulder to look intentional. She tilted her head, studying him. “You always are predictable when it comes to her.” She lashed out.In two strides, he was in front of her. His hand shot out, gripping her throat not hard enough to choke, but enough to make his point. “Why did you send her those pictures? What are you trying to achieve?”She laughed, the sound cold and brittle. “To draw your attention obviously. Why do you even care so much about a girl who runs back to her ex every chance she gets?”Jaylen’s jaw tightened, but he ignored the comment. “Where is your father?” She smirked. “Even I don’t know where the old man is.”“You’re lying.

Briella’s lips crashed into his.It wasn’t gentle, nothing about it was. The force of it punched the air from his lungs.Her fingers knotted in his shirt like she’d been starved for this… for him. His hand found her waist, sliding up to her back, dragging her closer until she was flush against him, she could feel his heartbeat hammering into her chest and every bit of him.His lips were warm and they moved together like they’d been here a thousand times in their heads but never dared in reality. This wasn’t a kiss, it was years of pain, loss, and words they’d both buried too deep to say aloud.Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging hard. His teeth caught her bottom lip, and she gasped into his mouth. That sound lit something reckless in him. He deepened the kiss, his tongue finding hers, taking her like he’d forgotten how to breathe without her.She met him with the same hunger.The kind of hunger that said I never stopped wanting you. I tried and I failed.By the time they tore apa