Novels by Oli Via

Calla’s POV The sun poured into the kitchen through the slats of the curtain blinds, painting stripes of liquid gold across the polished marble countertops. It was the kind of morning that made you believe in new beginnings, a clean slate. Such a lovely morning to be alive. I stretched my arms high above my head, a soft, relaxed sigh escaping my lips. The movement was languid, unburdened. The fabric of my new uniform - a tailored black pantsuit made of a soft, breathable wool - shifted with me, a constant, tactile reminder of my sudden change in fortune. No more stiff, cheap polyester. This felt like a second skin, one that commanded a sliver of respect. Extending an arm, I grabbed my sleek, leather-bound day planner from the counter. Let me check my schedule for today, I thought, a genuine, unforced smile touching my lips. Making coffee for the boss… done. Compiling a list of kitchen supplies needed… check. So far, so good. The tasks were simple, structured, and satisfyin

Ronan’s POV I sank into the leather chair, its creak the only sound in the vast, silent office. I closed my eyes, rotating slowly left and right, but the motion couldn’t quiet the storm in my mind. The image was burned onto the back of my eyelids: Dominic’s hands on Calla’s waist, pulling her close. Their lips, a breath apart. “Did they really kiss?” The words were a bitter whisper, escaping before I could cage them. “Excuse me, Sir? Did you say something?” Elijah’s voice was a quiet intrusion from behind me. “Nothing,” I bit out, adjusting my posture to feign control. “Just my thoughts… oppressing me.” The memory replayed, taunting me. The way she didn’t immediately push him away. Was that why Dominic defended her so fiercely? Not out of chivalry, but possession? Dominic is a cunning fraudster. I’ve lost count of the girls he’s charmed and discarded. And Calla, with her wide, trusting eyes, walked right into his web. Or perhaps she’s just like him? Birds of a feather, after all.

Calla’s POVA glass shattered as Dominic hurled it onto the tiled floor.“Dominic!” Ronan’s voice was a whip-crack, his finger pointing accusingly.“She is not leaving!”The two men stood squared off, fists clenched, their buff frames taut with tension. Dominic’s face was so red I thought he might explode. He glared at Ronan, his eyes burning with a bloodshot fury.I darted between them, my heart in my throat.“Calla…Move! You’ll get hurt!” Dominic grabbed my arm, pulling me to the side.“Please, stop this! I’m going…” I pleaded, but my words were lost in the storm between them.I couldn't take it. I stormed out, tears overflowing. Every time I wiped them away, more would fall. My hands trembled as I pushed open the door to my room - or what was no longer my room.I hurried to the wardrobe, yanking my few clothes from their hangers and stuffing them into my small bag. Then I saw it, laid neatly at the top: the fully ironed, clean uniform. The sight sent me on a roller coaster of emoti

Calla’s POV My lips parted in disbelief. Confess? The word was a foul taste on my tongue. "How can I confess to a crime that exists only in your imagination?" I managed, my voice trembling. "That won't be necessary, Ms. Moreno." A new voice, calm and authoritative, cut through the tension. A man in a severe black suit stepped into the dim light of the holding area, extending a slim folder of documents to Elira. Her perfectly sculpted brows furrowed as she snatched the papers. "What is this?" she demanded, her eyes scanning the text. With each passing second, her confusion twisted into outrage. "It's a legal filing for defamation and wrongful imprisonment," the man stated, his tone devoid of emotion. Elira let out a sharp, dismissive sound and flung the papers into the air. They fluttered to the grimy floor like wounded birds. "This is ridiculous!" "I'm afraid it is quite serious. My client must be released. Immediately." The lawyer didn't raise his voice, but his command

Calla’s POVThe voice was a blade, clean and sharp, slicing through the oppressive air of the cell.“Officer. Is that standard procedure when you have no evidence?”The woman’s grip on my arm went slack. I stumbled back, my shoulder hitting the cold wall as I looked up. A man stood there, his posture unyielding, his gaze fixed on the policewoman. It was Dominic, Ronan’s brother.Her face drained of all its prior aggression, turning a sickly pale.“Stop staring and unlock the cell,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.He stepped inside, his presence immediately shrinking the cramped space. His nose wrinkled almost imperceptibly, and a fresh wave of shame washed over me. I was the source of the stench, sour champagne, and despair clinging to my dirty uniform.When his eyes found mine, they held a disconcerting softness, a pity that felt more painful than the sergeant’s baton. My gaze dropped to the grimy floor. I couldn’t bear it.He didn’t speak. Instead, he knelt, bri

Calla’s POVThe cold of the concrete wall seeped through my thin uniform, a deep, aching chill that had little to do with temperature. Every shift of my weight sent a fresh jolt of pain from the raw, bruised skin around my wrists. I pressed my head back against the unyielding surface, the rough texture a grim anchor to reality.This is my reward for doing my job? The thought was a bitter pill I couldn’t swallow. I close my eyes, and all I can see is the dark stain spreading on expensive silk. I never should have taken this job.The clatter of keys shattered the silence, a jarring, metallic song that made my heart stutter against my ribs. I flinched, curling in on myself. A male officer fumbled with the lock to my cell, his hands unsteady. But it was the woman standing behind him who commanded the space. She was tall, her posture rigid, and she repeatedly slapped a heavy baton into her open palm. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. The sound was a promise of more pain.My body was a map of their a

Sabrina's POV He was shaking as I fell to the ground and looked up at him. The pain in my side was searing and hot.Silver blade!He really wanted me dead!The tall man came to take the blade from his hand. Then he dropped a vial by my side. "Take that and you can save yourself. Or not. Your choice. But this is a message that you are not wanted anywhere near Tweed."I looked to Kevin, felt tears fall from my eyes. I saw the pain in his. "I am sorry, Sabrina."My vision began to cloud and I could no longer hear what they were saying. Eventually, it was just me in the clearing. I found the bottle and looked at its blue contents. Then I shut my eyes and cried, not because of the pain, but because of the betrayal.It seemed like everything I had done was all for nothing. I had been good, and bad had been done to me. Men were really scum. I had lost everything I had to Kevin.So, I decided that it was better to let myself die. I let the bottle fall from my hand and released myself to deat

Sabrina's POVI took a walk in the garden alone. Trying to think about the results of what the day might bring. It occurred to me that I was doing the right thing. Taking my love for Kevin to the next level. I know he should be the one doing that, but in such case he wasn't the one who was entitled.So, I would make him.I stopped at the statue of my father, prayed to him and told him to be with me. Then, I felt someone walking towards me. When I turned, it was Kevin, in his new kingly robes. I got to my feet and flashed him a smile and he came to meet me."You came to see your father, huh?" Kevin said. "And you didn't even bring me with you?" "Didn't want to bother you," I said. "Well, what did he say?" That got me laughing. He looked up at my father's face for some time then said, "This should be a perfect spot." "What?" I asked. He looked at me, and his eyes seemed to have been elsewhere. "No, nothing. Just talking to myself." I wondered if he was talking about the place he

Sabrina's POV"It is a no for me," Derek said.We were seated at a long table, the council members and I. A small gathering made up of two men and two women, just to balance things up. During my father's time, there were five men and one woman. Derek was one of the most complicated person on my council. I kept wondering how the hell he had made the number, and remembered that my father had told me to let him stay and that his advice would be immeasurable to me.Well, I did not like the one he was giving. I let the others talk.Vanessa looked from Derek to me. "This hasn't happened before, your majesty. Are you sure you really thought this through?""No, she did not," Derek cut in. "She is doing it out of love. Or is it infatuation.""Is there a difference between the two?" I asked him.Derek looked at me as if I had just spoken in a language that he did not understand.I turned to Vanessa. "And yes, I have thought this through. Regardless of what Derek here might say about it. Plus, i

Sabrina's POV"Yeeeaaah, that's right," I encouraged, as Kevin slipped inside me. I was so wet and ready for him. There was never a time that I wasn't.Kevin began to thrust deep inside me, gradually taking me to my climax. I could say that he really wasn't a good lay, and could be lucky sometimes if he could get me to come but I really didn't care about all that stuff. It wasn't his dick that I fell in love with but the man himself. I reached my climax just as he released his seed inside of me. We lay there in each other's arms. A smile formed on my lips and it was unable to clear away for the next five minutes. Then Kevin raised his head and looked into my face. His eyes always seemed to get to me. They were a dark shade but also carried a tint of gold in them. His hair was long and grey, and he was the only one in his family to have that color. I always wondered why he chose that very hue. "Always happy when I come home to this," he said to me."Come home to me, you mean?" I as