Novels by Omah

Cielle's POV. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He seethed as he hit the brakes, his eyes red with anger.My lips trembled as I glared at him with widened eyes."I need to go."I wasn't really looking at him. " You need to go?" He scoffed. "You almost got yourself killed, again!" He growled and the heat of his anger stung my face. "My baby... Ashley has my baby. I need to get my child. Please help me," I shrieked, and he raised a brow."Your baby?Well, would you look at that." He gritted his teeth as he spoke. "She's with your baby, so?What are you going to do then?How are you going to get your baby from her?By crying and looking like a sore loser?" He bellowed his fingers raking through his thick curly hair."Are you going to get your baby back by losing all the remaining strength you have?Are you going to get your baby by screaming for help?Nobody pities a pathetic woman.Nobody empathizes with one.You're smart enough to know that, so quit crying and wipe off you

Cielle's POV. With the heavy pistol in my hand, I boarded a taxi and headed to my mansion.Yes, my mansion.It was mine before Ethan and his mistress took it from me.I arrived and was perplexed by the number of cars that were parked in the courtyard. The amount of exquisitely dressed people that strode in and out of the mansion.What was going on?Why were there so many people in the house—my house?I hid my gun in my waistband and progressed to the entrance where I was stopped."Your invitation, ma'am..." a staff member requested as he scanned me with suspicion."I... I don't have an invitation," I said as I felt belittled by his gaze."You don't?" he chuckled cynically."Then you will have to get your ass out of here!" he barked, drawing the attention of others."The boss strictly wants only invited guests.Not some crazy-looking lady dressed in rags."With that, he dismissed me like some unwanted flea.I stepped away as I realized getting to Ashley would be much mor

Cielle's POV. I stood still with the file in my trembling hands until I realized I had lost everything.My house, my name, my identity, my husband, my child, my empire, and maybe my sanity.I had lost it all to them, a cost of their betrayal."Come on now, I do not have all day. Sign it up," she said and threw a pen at me with so much force it landed on my face."Ah," I winced in pain as the lid of the pen made a small cut on my face.Hurriedly, I picked it up and scribbled my signature on the paper.The prison bars clicked open, and a policeman, who I didn't realize was standing behind Ashley, entered and grabbed the paper from my hand."I'm glad to see that you have finally accepted defeat, Cielle. So, I will let you live," she said and walked away just like that, leaving me in the darkness, in the abyss of her betrayal. I returned to my previous position right there in the dark and slowly accepted my fate.*** A year later. I had lived in the shadows.I ha

Cielle's POV. I couldn't speak, I was lost for words. My tongue tied just like my eyes were dry. "You will have to come with us, Ms Coleman." The policeman continued and signalled for two others to come get me. " Wait… wait, you can't just take her. She lost her child, where's your humanity?" My gynaecologist barked as panic filled the room. " Let her go, at least… at least let her process the loss of her child. Please, she's in so much pain." The doctor's words fell on deaf ears as my wrists were bound by the handcuffs. "We waited two months to get her behind bars, that's long enough."The drag from the handcuffs made me stand up and walk down the bed, my eyes glued to the ground. "You're under arrest for laundering public funds and fraudulent company activities. You have the right to a lawyer and one will be issued to you if you cannot afford it." His words flew past my ears as the doctor's vicious words kept ringing in my head. I lost my baby.The police office

Cielle's POV I felt my baby kick as the first gunshot went off. It sounded surreal but yet frightening. The second flew straight through the car's windshield and straight into my driver's head. "Moses!" I yelled at the top of my lungs as I glared with widened eyes, blood oozing out of his head. Oh no… Oh no… "Wake up, Moses, I need you to drive, please…" I shrieked with disbelief, my hands dabbing the blood on his thighs as his head stayed glued to the steering wheel. He was dead, they killed him. They fucking killed him. Who were they? Some goons sent by my company's business rivals. Rivals my husband made right after he took charge of the company. They killed the driver. I was next, me and my baby. No! I had to protect her, no matter what. With trembling hands, I opened the door and jumped out, my protruding belly a drowning weight. With staggering steps, I walked into the moonlight as I began to run, my hands gauging my heavy stomach, my soggy breath. She kic