Novels by SUNDAY PRECIOUS

Ethan had never been the one chasing.Women pursued him; competitors feared him. His life had always revolved around being in control, standing at the centre while everyone else revolved around him.But not Aria.Not anymore.The phone call where she coldly dismissed his outrage over the Trent contract played on repeat in his mind.“It’s just business. Isn’t that what you always told me?”His jaw clenched as he walked into the penthouse, determination burning in his chest.He found her sitting calmly on the balcony, sipping tea as the city lights twinkled beneath them. She looked completely unbothered, as if she hadn’t just blindsided him in front of his entire board.“Aria,” he murmured, moving toward her.She remained steady. “Ethan.”“You deliberately went after that contract.”She set her cup down slowly and carefully. “And?”“And you knew it would cost my company millions.”She crossed her legs, tilting her head. “You’re upset about losing to your wife?”“You’re supposed to be on

Ethan couldn’t stop thinking about what he overheard."I don’t love him. I never will."The words lingered in his mind, wrapping around his thoughts like barbed wire. He told himself it didn’t matter; it was a business arrangement. They had rules and boundaries.But why did it bother him so much?He needed to break through that wall she had built; he needed the Aria he used to know. So, he made a plan.When Ethan invited her to the Blackwood Industries business dinner, Aria was hardly surprised.“You will be attending as my wife,” he said, leaning against the kitchen counter as she stirred her tea. “It’s good for appearances.”She barely spared him a glance. “Of course. I will play my role.”His lips curled into a half-smile. “And maybe tonight, we can.”“Save it, Ethan.” She set her cup down gently but with finality. “I am not here to make memories with you. I am here to build mine.”He raised a brow. “That sounds dangerous, like you’re planning something without me.”She put on her

Aria Whitmore moved into Ethan Blackwood’s penthouse two days after signing the contract.The place was just as she remembered: sleek marble floors, towering glass walls that overlooked the city skyline, and the faint scent of expensive cologne lingering in the air.But this time, everything felt different.Because she was different.In her past life, she had tiptoed through these halls, desperate to please him, always waiting for his attention and his affection.This time, she kept her distance.“Your room is ready,” Ethan said, standing across from her as the housekeeper rolled her suitcase into the guest wing. “Unless you prefer to share.”She kept a straight face. “That won’t be necessary.”Ethan smiled, as if he was expecting her to eventually change her mind. “Suit yourself.”She walked past him without a word, her heels clicking against the polished floor, her cold silence a sharp contrast to the woman who once filled these rooms with laughter and warmth.Ethan watched her retr

The words She had been reborn echoed in Aria’s head long after Mia dragged her out of the apartment.The city was busy all around them as they manoeuvred through morning traffic. Aria barely heard Mia’s talk about the job interview.They were headed to the Whitmore Corporation headquarters. Her family’s company. Back then, she hadn’t realised how close the company was to collapsing. She’d been too wrapped up in her infatuation with Ethan Blackwood.But now? Now she knew exactly how the story would end, unless she rewrote it.She inhaled sharply, pressing a hand to her chest as the weight of the second chance settled in her bones.Focus, Aria. You know what happens. You know what’s coming. This time, you’ll be the one in control.As they entered the lobby, Aria’s gaze swept the marble floors, the sharp-suited executives, and the receptionist who would soon be laid off if she didn’t intervene. In her past life, the Whitmore Corporation had gone bankrupt within two years, leaving her fa

The rain was so heavy. It poured from the night sky, soaking Aria Whitmore to the bone as she stood frozen on the marble steps of the Blackwood Estate.Her fingers trembled around the divorce papers, their edges now soft and ruined from the downpour. Yet, the storm outside was nothing compared to the one tearing through her chest.Inside the gala, it blazed with life, crystal chandeliers casting golden light on women in silk gowns and men in tailored suits. And at the centre of it all stood her husband, Ethan Blackwood.Her heart tightened as she watched him slip his arm around Selena Hart, the woman everyone knew as his mistress but no one dared to confront. The cameras loved them. The society elites toasted to them. And Ethan? Ethan smiled for them.He smiled for her.“Ethan,” Aria’s voice cracked as she stepped into the hall, ignoring the looks that followed her soaked figure. Her eyes met with his.His smile didn’t fade. “Aria,” he greeted, as if she were nothing more than just a