Novels by J.O Made

Elena- POVI got back to the office with a smile plastered on my face like a fool.I didn’t even try to hide it. How could I? Damien, the same Damien who once terrified me with his anger, who tangled me in a mess of betrayal and guilt, was now the man sending flowers, designer perfumes, and handwritten notes that made my heart beat too fast. It didn’t make sense, and maybe that’s why I couldn’t stop smiling.I didn’t know this version of him. Sweet. Quiet. Thoughtful.Where was the man who held so much fury behind his eyes? Where was the cold mask, the power-hungry storm I had learned to fear?More importantly… why did I miss that version less and less?The door burst open without a knock.Hilda walked in, her heels clicking sharply across the tile. She froze the moment she saw the flowers, her eyes bulging.“Whoa,” she gasped. “What is this?”I tried to play it off, sitting down in my chair with forced nonchalance. “Just a few things someone sent.”“A few things?” she echoed, rushing

Elena POVThe sharp ringing of his phone cut through the silence between us, pulling us apart before either of us could make sense of what had just happened. Damien’s lips hovered near mine, his breath still hot on my skin, but his eyes flicked toward the source of the sound.“I have to take this,” he muttered, already backing away, jaw tight.I nodded, saying nothing. My face was flushed, my body still tingling from his touch, from how quickly the space between us had disappeared, only to return again just like that.He left the room, his phone pressed to his ear, and I stood there for a moment longer, hand resting on the edge of the kitchen counter. I swallowed hard and stared out the window like it would give me answers. But it didn’t. It never did.The next morning came faster than I’d wanted. I hadn’t been able to sleep much. The way he’d looked at me, the way our bodies had collided without thought, without planning it played in my mind on a loop. I couldn’t understand him. One

Damien – POV“Damn…” I whispered under my breath.She didn’t hear me, but maybe that was for the best. Because if she did… I might not make it through dinner without pulling her against the counter and taking her again.The clink of cutlery against plates echoed in the silence between us.Elena sat across from me at the dinner table, a candle flickering softly between us. She didn’t say much, not that I expected her to. After the whirlwind of emotion we’d both endured, silence felt like a safer refuge than words.She focused on her food, twirling the pasta delicately, her shoulders tense. I wondered if she even tasted it. I couldn’t. My appetite had vanished the moment she sat down. All I could do was look at her. The curve of her mouth. The shadows under her eyes. The quiet sadness she wore like a second skin.And still, she was beautiful.“I hope it’s not too salty,” she said suddenly, barely glancing at me.“It’s perfect,” I answered. It was the truth.She nodded but didn’t reply.

Damien – POV"Elena,” I called, standing just outside the bathroom door, my voice low and still heavy with the weight of the night before.There was a pause, a rustle, and then her voice floated out, shaky and breathless. “Why… don’t you come in?”I chuckled but didn’t move. The door stayed firmly shut between us, but I didn’t need to see her to picture her flushed cheeks, that vulnerable look in her eyes she always tried to hide. God, it was burned into my memory now. Everything from last night was.“I’m heading to work,” I said, more gently this time. “Left the car key on the table. Bring it when you come.”“Okay,” she answered. Her voice was soft almost too soft. Like she wanted to say something more but couldn’t find the words.I waited a beat longer, then turned and headed out the door.But as I stepped into the morning sun, reality hit harder than I expected. We’d had sex. Last night. In the middle of heartbreak, grief, and rage, we’d lost ourselves in each other. I’d kissed her

Elena – POVThe kiss was chaotic, messy, and desperate, and utterly intoxicating.I didn’t know who moved first. Maybe we moved at the same time, colliding in the center of the storm we’d both barely survived. There was no room for restraint, no space for guilt or thought. Only emotion is raw, wild, and all-consuming.He kissed me like he needed it to breathe, and I returned it with everything I had left.Our bodies pressed together like magnets. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling just enough to make me gasp, and that sound… it drove him wild. I felt the hard edge of his desire pressing into my thigh, and I shuddered, arousal surging through my veins like wildfire.I pulled him closer.My hands roamed upward, then wrapped around his neck. He groaned against my lips when I gently gripped his throat, my fingers tightening just a little. It was instinct. Emotion. A silent command to let go. And he did.He moaned into my mouth like I’d stolen the last bit of control he had. The sound m

Elena – POV"Charlotte, I’m going to kill her.”The fury in Damien’s voice was like thunder cracking open the walls of his office. His chair scraped against the tiled floor as he stood, fists clenched, shoulders taut with rage. For a second, he wasn’t Damien anymore he was wrath incarnate, pure, undiluted grief twisted into something sharp and dangerous.I stepped in front of him without thinking.“No,” I whispered, my palms pressing against his chest.His heartbeat was a wild, frantic drum beneath my hands.“Move, Elena,” he warned, his voice low, trembling not from fear, but fury. “I need to”“No,” I repeated, stronger this time. “You can’t.”He stared at me. For a breath, I didn’t think he saw me at all. His eyes were glassy, consumed by the image of his brother, by the sound of his voice saying “Adrian and Charlotte are the reason” but then they flicked downward, to the tears streaking my cheeks.“Elena…”I didn’t let him finish. I stepped back, wiping my eyes roughly with my slee