Novels by nenyenwachinenyenwa

There was an unmistakable power in silence, a kind of weapon forged from quiet moments.And tonight, I wielded both like sharpened daggers.I stood at the edge of the expansive ballroom, and clutched a flute of sparkling champagne, the effervescent bubbles rising and bursting against the crystal glass as I surveyed the shimmering crowd—an ocean of opulence and ornate gowns that sparkled under the dim, golden lights. It felt surreal to glide among them, present not as the girl who had been publicly humiliated on social media, but as a vision of poise and resilience, transformed into someone enchanting and enigmatic."Belle, that was quite dramatic," Selena remarked softly beside me, her voice barely cutting through the murmurs. She was a striking figure in her floor-length gown that shimmered like moonlight, her dark hair sleekly pulled back into a low ponytail that exuded an air of confidence that screamed, Don’t mess with us."Isn’t everything that leads to this point?” I replied, my

The gala swallowed me, an extravagant swirl of activity where the lights were dimmed, and flutes of champagne were liberally filled, the bubbles dancing on the surface like tiny fireworks. Loud laughter echoed across the room, drowning out the unremarkable jazzy tunes that played softly in the background.I fidgeted with the cuffs of my tuxedo for what felt like the third time, as I ried my best to appear calm when I was far from it. Beside me, Devon lounged, casually sipping a vibrant yellow drink. He looked unfazed and blissfully oblivious to the impending chaos that loomed over us.“She still hasn’t returned my call,” I muttered, stealing another glance at my phone, the screen illuminating my frustration for what was probably the fiftieth time that evening.Devon, engrossed in his drink, didn’t bother to lift his gaze. “Surprising? With that tabloid scandal hanging over your head?”“I didn’t kiss her,” I said, defending myself. “you know that.”“The pictures, my friend unfortunatel

The moment I saw the photo, I knew it was going to change everything.I was nestled in a cozy corner of a downtown café during my lunch break, pushing a nearly untouched arugula salad around my plate, when my phone vibrated with an alarming ping.It came from a gossip site I barely remembered signing up for. Somehow, its notifications always seemed to slip through the cracks of my busy life. With a sense of dread, I tapped the notification, and there it was, illuminated on my screen.It was Cassian and Callie and in the picture, they shared a kiss—or what looked like one.In reality, Callie was leaning into him, her delicate hand splayed across his chest, lips hovering close to his as if willing the moment to ignite. Cassian's jaw was rigid, a picture of indifference, while the camera captured just enough to put my world at risk.The headline sneered back at me:"THORNWELL HEIR LIVES IT UP WITH SPICY MOMENT WITH MONROE EX—MARRIAGE STORIES DEAD?"I struggled to comprehend what I was re

I had just completed my review of Devon's latest update when Callie swung open the heavy door to my office with a force that echoed against the walls.This was becoming a distressing pattern with her."I specifically said that I didn't want any unannounced visits," I said, keeping my gaze fixated on the clutter of files and reports sprawled across my desk."You say that as if you actually care," she replied, gliding into the room with a confidence that suggested she had never been told 'no' in her life.Let out a slow, deep breath, I asked, "What do you want this time, Callie?""Honestly? I’m here to apologize," she said, her tone surprisingly earnest. "For earlier. For the chaos surrounding Belle. For making everything so… tense."I lifted my head, surprised. "You want to apologize?"Without waiting for an invitation, she settled into the chair across from me, crossing one leg over the other in a casual yet defiant manner. "I realized I might have come on a bit strong. Maybe I misrea

Devon stepped into my office and closed the door beside me as he walked to my desk.I looked up from behind my polished mahogany desk, the rhythmic tapping of my pen against the smooth surface echoing through the otherwise still air. My phone screen glowed with the familiar URL of Leo's school website. I’d been there more times than I could count and at this point, I was obsessed. I was drawn into that web of inquiry, staring at it for what felt like the third time in a growing fog of disbelief."That was fast," I muttered, surprised by the suddenness of his return. Devon had been here earlier but had to leave to get what he referred to as a “top secret mission.”Devon’s expression was serious, his brow furrowed in a way that made him appear even more formidable. He slid a manila folder across the table as if it contained a dangerous secret. "Didn’t want to send this through the usual channels. It's just too sensitive."A wave of apprehension washed over me as I opened the folder, my

When I received that text from Devon—Callie was at the manor this morning—my frustration boiled over, and I nearly crushed my phone in my grip.I didn’t bother replying to him.Instead, I bolted out of my meeting, my heart racing, and stormed straight to his office.“You knew she was going there?” I exploded the moment I stepped inside.Devon glanced up from his carefully organized desk, his expression unfazed, as if my outburst was merely normal to him. And maybe it was. “I was going to tell you. But I figured you'd prefer your morning coffee before you set the building ablaze in a fit of rage.”“I swear to God, Devon,” I muttered, pacing his office, the tension in the air suffocating.“Relax,” he said, his tone still calm. “She didn’t do anything… physical. But the way she looked at Belle? We might as well call in an exorcist now.”I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration, feeling the weight of my responsibilities and fears pressing down on me. “This is exactly what I was tryin