Novels by LadyBB

Jack wasn't sure if he should lean in. The air between them throbed with a magnetic pull, the kind that blurred sense and consequence. Elena's breath was shallow, her lashes low. She wasn't sure how much longer she could pretend to be a level-headed boss, the one always in control. Jack's proximity, his warmth, and the look in his eyes. She felt her control slipping. Then came the interruption. "Mrs. Vale," a chipper voice, rang out. They both jerked slightly. It was a young secretary from the PR firm, bright-eyed and flustered, clutching her phone. "I just sent you the email you requested," she said quickly. Eyes darting nervously between Elena and Jack, still pressed so closely against each other. "Sorry, uhm, I —didn't mean to interrupt." Elena cleared her throat, her composure flickering back into place like a snapped wire. "Okay, thank you," she mumbled, barely audible. The secretary gave an awkward bow and practically scurried away, heels tapping like gunshots against the ma

The room was golden with candlelight and murmurs, a soft symphony of clicking glasses and orchestrated laughter drifting beneath the high chandeliers.Elena stood beside Jack, their shoulders closed but not touching, their words minimal. Polished smiles masked the silence between them, a necessity for the watching crowd. The perfect couple, at least that's what they were meant to be.Jack excused himself smoothly, a politician's smile playing on his lips as he turned to greet a clutter of dignitaries across the room. Elena was left behind, poised and gleaming in her white satin gown, the stem of her wineglass resting between elegant fingers. That's when Richard appeared.He moved through the crowd like smoke. Arrogant—too familiar. His grin appeared before his words did. "You're watching him too closely tonight,' he murmured, standing just a little too near. 'Careful Elena, people might think you're actually jealous." She didn't answer, simply shifted her weight onto her heel and si

They avoided each other's gaze for days. The house, once humming with the quiet rhythm of shared silences and carefully measured civility, now felt like a hollow shell, too quiet, too still. Elena moved through it like a ghost, drifting from room to room with downcast eyes and shoulders drawn tight beneath her loose sweaters. Jack, ever composed and calculated, had retreated to the study more often than usual, burying himself in unread reports and unopened books, trying to pretend the kiss, the tremor between them hadn't shifted the very axis of the arrangement. Neither of them spoke about it. The kiss had not been planned. There had been no declaration, no warning. It was heat and gravity and the unmistakable ache of two people forgetting from one suspended heartbeat that they were bound by a contract and not affection. But the moment Elena had disappeared into the bathroom that night, hearts pounding and hands trembling, the distance returned like a flood. Since then, words

Elena's eyes rolled into its sockets like an idiot as she tried to fight the thought of the contract.And those silly red block letters burned into her mind. She came up with every reason to pull away, but the response of her body betrayed her. "Jack," she gasped, even as he lips sucked on her neckline. "Jack s-stop," she mumbled as against the tension between her legs. Then she finally pushed him away from her. "Stop, stop." She looked breathless.He looked at her like he was seconds away from exploding. "Stop, I'm sorry—I shouldn't have. No, we shouldn't have. I'm sorry, okay? This should never have happened." She said as she quickly disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door behind her before he could respond.Then she disappeared into the bedroom and shut the door behind her. The click of the lock echoed louder than it should have in the silence that followed. She leaned heavily against the door, her back pressed against the cool wood, her eyes clenched shut as if doing so

Elena Vale had always been taught to be two things: perfect and quiet.That night, with the rose petal turning brown in her palm and the threat echoing in her mind, she chose to be neither.“I want to burn him down,” she said, voice low, controlled and dangerous.Jack didn't ask who. He didn't even need to. They both knew the enemy had unmasked himself. Richard Harrow.“He's scared,” Jack said. “This is a power play. He seems to be loosing grip, so now he's going scorched earth.” Elena met his eyes. “Then let's meet him in the fire.”They spent the next three days locked in a silent war of information.Jack dove into old Harrow Tech servers, encrypted contracts, and leaked financial statements. He traced offshore accounts and shell companies that connected to names Elena recognized from her father's private meetings.Amidst the chaos, Elena wished for a vacation just to clear her mind and head because she was feeling choked up.Meanwhile, she quickly infiltrated the board, subtly re

Roses arrived at the penthouse. A dozen white blooms, pristine and cruel in their elegance, were left in a crystal vase outside the penthouse door. Elena froze when she saw them, roses were her mother's favorite. And her mother has died mysteriously, under circumstances Elena had never fully understood.Jack found her staring at them.“Those from you?” She asked, her voice thin.He frowned. “No. But I don't like surprises.” They brought the flowers inside and placed them on the marble counter like evidence. The scent was sweet and sharp. Almost mocking.Elena pulled the envelope tucked beneath the vase. Inside was a photo. Her mother. Younger. Holding baby Elena. And standing just behind her, face half-showed, was a man who looked hauntingly like Jack.Her stomach twisted.“That's not me,” Jack said, reading her expression before even seeing the photo.She handed it to him. He paled.“That's my father.” Jack mumbled.The silence hung heavy. “You never talk about him,” she said qui