Novels by Dorinda Ogeyemhe

RolinJamie walked in like he always did—efficient, unbothered, a little too stiff for a guy in his twenties. “Chairman, do you need anything?”I didn’t answer him. I was too busy watching her.I moved toward the window, one slow step at a time, drawn by instinct more than curiosity. And there she was—Isla. My Butterfly. Slipping into Raymond’s car like she had a mission to complete and a war to win.Of course she did.Jamie joined me by the glass, brows pulling together in confusion. “Chairman?”“Prepare to leak the tax evasion files,” I said, voice even, cold. “Let’s give Alex our wedding gift.”Jamie blinked. “Chairman, I thought you— I mean… your memories of Madam Isla—weren’t they still… gone?”I turned to him slowly, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of my mouth. “Keep that between us.”He straightened. “Yes, sir.”“She’s out delivering the first gift,” I continued. “The real explosion’s tomorrow.”He nodded, and I knew he wouldn’t ask further. That’s what I liked about J

Isla I jerked back like I’d been slapped. My lips still tingled from the kiss.“Are your memories back?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper, my pulse clawing at my throat.He blinked at me with those soft, utterly confused eyes and shrugged. “No… it just felt right to call you that.”Butterfly.He said it like a secret he didn’t know he’d kept.Then he leaned back against the pillows like a guilty child who’d just pocketed candy from a store. My racing heart finally slowed, but the ache lingered. I offered a tight-lipped smile like it was all okay.It’s not.My phone buzzed in my hand.Raymond: The package has been delivered. I’m outside the hospital waiting.God, I love that man’s efficiency. I mentally gave him a fist bump. Mission phase one—complete.I turned back to Rolin, who was casually chewing on another apple slice like he hadn’t just cracked my soul open with a single word.“I’ll be back soon,” I told him. “Sending Jamie in to keep you company.”He nodded, already distra

Isla I stood outside the hospital room, watching him through the glass like a ghost stuck between realities. Inside, Lydia was peeling fruit for him, her silver hair catching the light as she smiled softly. Carlotta sat by the corner, laughing at something Rolin had said, the sound muffled through the glass. I couldn’t hear them, but I could feel the warmth in the room… warmth I wasn’t part of. The doctor’s words echoed in my head like a curse. He’s blocking you out. I took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and stepped in with a smile that barely clung to my face. The laughter died down the moment I entered, like someone had pressed mute on a remote. Then his eyes found mine. Those piercing eyes, curious and blank and too unfamiliar. He motioned for me to come closer, and I obeyed like gravity had chosen him as my anchor. He picked up a slice of apple and without a word, placed it between my lips. My breath hitched. My cheeks flushed. And Lydia—of course—snickered. Carlo

IslaI woke up to a feeling—that strange, creeping sense of being watched. My eyelids were heavy, my body sore, but something tugged at my consciousness.And then I saw him.His eyes.Open.Confused.Alive.Rolin was staring at me.My breath caught in my throat. For a heartbeat, I thought I was dreaming. But then he looked down at our hands—mine still wrapped around his—and then back at my face like I was a stranger who somehow ended up in his bed.I shot up, my fingers reaching for his face, gently cupping his cheek. “Rolin,” I whispered, voice trembling. “Are you okay?”He blinked. Confusion twisted his brow. “Who are you?”The world tilted.Those three words cracked something open inside me.I froze. Air thinned. Then I remembered what the doctor had said—partial memory loss. It was possible. It was expected.I steadied myself, forcing my heart to stop panicking.“I’m your wife,” I said softly. “Hold on, okay? I’ll get the doctor.”I sprinted out of the room, nearly colliding with

IslaThe doctor’s mouth moved, but for a second, I couldn’t hear a thing.Then the words hit me.“There was damage—close to the frontal lobe. His brain… shut down momentarily. He’s in a coma.”The floor might as well have collapsed under me.“But that’s not all,” he added, like the universe hadn’t already taken enough. “If he wakes up—there’s a chance he might suffer partial memory loss.”I gasped. A soundless, sharp inhale like my lungs were too scared to function.Still, I nodded. “Okay,” I whispered, rising to my feet. My knees buckled, swaying under the weight of the truth, and the doctor stood to steady me, concern etched into every line on his face.“I’m fine,” I lied.I gave him a stiff, polite nod and walked out, feeling like I was moving through water. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as I followed the fluorescent-lit hallways to the VIP ward.When I stepped into the room, there he was—Rolin.Pale. Still. Like death was flirting with him but hadn’t yet kissed him.I sat down b

Isla I walked out of the room with my fists clenched, heart thundering like a war drum in my chest. A part of me—the stupid, soft part—screamed at me to turn around. To run back to him. To grab his face and say I didn’t mean any of it. That I was just angry. Hurt. Scared. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. Instead, I took my fury somewhere it wouldn’t hurt anyone but myself—the gym. I stormed downstairs, not bothering with the elevator when I saw the red “Under Maintenance” sign glowing like a warning. Fitting. By the time I got to the gym, I was already boiling. I didn’t stretch. Didn’t breathe. I just slipped on the gloves and went straight for the bag. Thud. Thud. Thud. Each punch landed harder than the last. His voice. My voice. The things we said. The things we didn’t. My knuckles throbbed, sweat dripped down my spine, and I welcomed the burn. I wanted to hit until I felt nothing. But eventually, exhaustion crept in. I let the gloves fall to the floor, grabbed my wat