Novels by Oli Via

(Ronan’s POV)I should’ve been reviewing the final guest list.Instead, I stood behind the upper floor banister, scotch in hand, watching her.Calla.Below me, in the entertainment hall, she moved like the cleaning staff’s version of a dancer. She bent low to sweep under the antique settees, stretched to polish the high arched windows. Efficient. Focused. Oblivious.Or pretending to be.Elijah stood nearby, arms crossed, supervising like he always did. But I wasn’t watching Elijah.It was her waist. The way that damn uniform hugged her hips. Her curls were tied up but messy, like she rushed it. Her face flushed, probably from the effort, or maybe the memory of last night.Too late, she’d said.Damn her.I should’ve fired her for wandering into my wing. For the way she looked at me. For the way she made me think about things I had buried under marble and rules and control.I didn’t. I couldn’t.And now I was hiding upstairs like some deviant prince, drinking at noon."Looks like someon

Calla's POVI avoided him all morning.Like full-on stealth mode. I rerouted my cleaning schedule just to dodge the west wing. I moved like a damn ghost through the mansion, always one step ahead of where Ronan Vexley might be.My stomach twisted every time I thought about last night. The way his voice dropped. The way I said too late like I had any idea what the hell I was doing. The way he—no. Stop.I scrubbed counters like they owed me money. Tried to drown the thoughts out with the sound of water and bleach and my own panic.But the universe had other plans."Calla," Elijah’s voice cut through the hum of the hallway. He was Ronan’s personal assistant. Always suited up, always polite, always unreadable."Mr. Vexley would like to see you in his office. Now."My heart dropped into my shoes.This was it. I was getting fired. Dismissed. Maybe even blacklisted from every estate on the damn coast.I nodded, barely able to speak.The walk to his office felt like walking toward my own exec

Calla's POVThe house was too quiet at night.Except for the wind whispering through the cracks in the old windows and the soft tick of the grandfather clock downstairs, silence wrapped around me like a second skin. My room felt colder tonight. The sheets clung to my skin as I lay flat on my back, staring at the ceiling.Sleep wouldn’t come. It hadn't for days. Not since he walked in on me cleaning the library and sat there like a storm waiting to break.Ronan Vexley.My boss. My nightmare. My obsession.He didn’t touch me. He barely looked at me. But his presence was like fire on my skin. And now, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake him from my head.The way he stood. The way his eyes dragged over me when he thought I wasn’t watching. The way his voice wrapped around my name like he owned it.My fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my sleep shorts.I bit down on my lip, breathing hard through my nose, letting the image of him flood my senses. His broad shoulders. That co

Ronan's povThe door to the library was open.I meant to keep walking.She wasn’t doing anything wrong—just wiping the shelves, humming softly under her breath. Some old jazz record played low from the corner speaker, crackling like a memory.I almost let her finish.Almost.But something made me step in.Maybe it was the curve of her back as she reached for the top shelf. Maybe it was the way the late afternoon light poured through the window and painted gold over her skin.Maybe it was nothing.Maybe it was everything.I walked in without a word and dropped into the desk chair like I’d planned to work all along.She turned when she heard me—eyes flicking to mine for a beat too long—then nodded.“Mr. Vexley.”“Calla.”No stammer. No nervous twitch. Not today.She turned back to the shelves.I opened my laptop.Didn’t type a damn thing.I was aware of every breath she took. Every stretch of fabric when she moved. That uniform—my uniform—wasn’t made to be tight, but on her, it clung in

Calla's Pov I woke up in silk sheets.Not just soft. Obscenely soft. Like my body had forgotten what cotton felt like. Like even my skin didn’t belong here.The room was huge. Way bigger than my old studio. Pale gray walls. Sleek black furniture. No clutter. No warmth. A bed built for someone who didn’t sleep alone.I blinked at the ceiling, heart already racing. It took me a second to remember where I was.Vexley Estate.Right. The job.The mysterious billionaire who didn’t want his staff to ask questions. The one who looked at me like he already knew what I was running from.Ronan Vexley. CEO. Control freak. Beautiful, terrifying man with eyes that could cut glass and a voice that could make you forget your name.I got dressed in the only clean shirt I had left. Stole a banana from the massive kitchen fruit bowl that looked more decorative than edible. My stomach growled like it hated me. I ignored it.Elijah found me by the laundry room.“You're late,” he said without checking the

Ronan Vexley povShe stepped out of the car like she wasn’t sure if she was arriving or being delivered.Bare legs. Scuffed sneakers. Thin jacket like she didn’t know where the hell she was going. She clutched a beat-up duffel bag like it held all the pieces of her left-over life.I watched from the second-floor balcony, one hand wrapped around a glass of neat whiskey, the other still tingling from my last call with Dominic.He’d laughed when I told him I hired her.“You sure she’s not gonna break if you breathe on her too hard?”She looked breakable. That’s what made her interesting.Elijah, my head of security, stood by the car. Said something to her. She didn’t answer right away. Just nodded, stiff.She followed him up the steps like she was walking into a trap she saw coming but didn’t know how to avoid.Good. Smart girl.I turned from the window before she looked up.################“She’s here.”I barely looked at Elijah when he said it. “Put her in the south quarters.”“She lo

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