Novels by viczeeoyin

Zaria “What…what did he say he wanted to see me for?” Sam fixes with a deadpanned look. "Take a guess, smart ass. What do you think? He knows about what happened four years ago. Mum told him the second he opened his eyes."My eyes narrow at her. Is she really going to let our parents think that this is all my fault? that Isomehow caused this to happen because they already see me as a problematic person? “And what did you tell him?” I ask quietly.“That you’ll fix all of this, of course. I also told him note to be too hard on you"For a few moments, I just stay silent, watching my sister and shaking my head slowly in disbelief. Ever since we were younger, Sam had no problem with making me take all the blame if we did something bad together. Sometimes, she'd even have me lie on her behalf if she did something bad. I never saw it as a problem those times because we were kids and Sam has always been my best friend and sister. But we're grown up now. It's no longer the same. I love S

ZariaThe look of hatred in Tristan King’s face is so potent that it feels like it’s burning me from inside out. I try to take in a deep breath, but it’s impossible. I force my body not to tremble in front of him even though I’m terrified by his words. Revenge. Tristan King is back and he wants revenge. And I’m his main target. I stare at him in silence. His face is as hard as stone, dark hair styled and slicked in a way that makes it look magnetic. His grey eyes burn with anger and hatred for me, chiseled jaw clenched so tight I wonder if he won’t snap it into two.I remember when I last laid eyes on him. That afternoon at the cafeteria before everything had gone up in flames. Even then I couldn’t deny how good looking he was. Then, he was younger and more like a normal guy but now… he looks menacing and way too good looking. He’s so tall that I have to raise my head up to meet his stare. Or glare, really. Maybe he expects me to cower because of his fearful gaze, but I’ll be damn

TristanI stare at the numerous faces across the board table. Each one of them looks terrified and curious at the same time. It is amusing to me really. They all look like they have something to say, but fear of the uncertain has them as quiet as a lost puppy. The only person who does not look terrified is sitting right next to me. Shane McCall. My friend and business associate.He is the reason I was able to take over half of the company, The infamous Buckley enterprise. Two years ago, I went to him and asked him to infiltrate the company for me. I knew that David Buckley would rather die than sell his company’s shares to me, so I sent someone else instead. Shane is a well-known international investor. I knew David Buckley wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to have him as a major shareholder. Unknown to him, David has been working for me. He collected the majority of the company’s shares on my behalf and now, more than half of Buckley enterprise belongs to me.I smile at the people loo

ZariaMy heart is pounding so hard in my chest, a mix of emotions swirling inside my head as I walk into the hospital building. I ignore the curious looks from the security staff as I make my way to the reception, my tiny bag clutched tightly to my side.This can’t be happening. I’ve thought that to myself for the hundredth time. Sam’s voice keeps resounding in my head over and over again.He’s back.And he’s the reason why Dad lies in his sick bed.I simply can’t believe that any of this is happening. My mind races to the last time I saw the stupid man. Tristan King. He was Sam’s fiancé for only a few weeks after we met. Even though my sister had been heartbroken, I told her it was probably for the best. It took a while for Sam to open up to me and tell me the reason why she broke up with her boyfriend whom she was literally obsessed with.“The life he wants for me is not the life I want for myself. No one forced me. I am just tired,” she had said to me when I asked why they broke up

ZariaJoe stands behind her in the doorway, shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His hair is damp, pushed back, his chest rising and falling like he just ran a marathon, or did something else that required a lot of energy.When his eyes land on me, he freezes. “Za…ria?” he breathes.Here it is. The moment. The one everyone talks about. The cliché scene in movies where the girl walks in and catches her boyfriend cheating. Except this is not a movie. This is actually real life and it’s currently happening to me. Jesus Christ. Please let this be a dream.The woman slowly looks between us, then snorts. “Oh. So this is the one?”Joe flinches. “Lola, don’t.”She ignores him, takes a step forward, and shoves my shoulder with the tips of her fingers, like I’m blocking her light. “Listen, bitch, this is not a viewing center. If you don’t have business here, get the fuck out.”The shove isn’t that hard, but I’m so stunned I stumble back a little.“Bitch?” I repeat. Did she seriously j

Four years later.ZariaSome days, I wish I could just take a pause from this life thing. I wake up before dawn, get to the office before everyone, run through reports, check and correct figures, respond to my father’s emails and more. Yet, at the end of the day, I’m still the one he looks at like a disappointment.Three years working for Buckley Holdings, and David Buckley still acts like I’m an intern someone forced him to take.“Next time, try not to look lost when the board asks you questions,” he told me this morning, in front of half of the senior management. “If you’re going to handle the financials, at least sound like you know what you’re doing.”Never mind that I was the one who caught the three-million-dollar discrepancy in the projections. That I’ve been the one staying late for the past two weeks, fixing mistakes other people made. My father doesn’t see that. He only sees the one moment I pause before answering because I want to be sure.Samantha, on the other hand, can s