Novels by Blissful Ositas

The Cooper mansion glowed that evening — lights glimmering across the long driveway, the soft hum of music drifting from the main hall, and laughter echoing from every corner. It was Adaobi’s birthday, and Amara had made sure everything looked perfect. Guests had begun to arrive, their voices rising above the rhythm of the music. Adaobi, bright and graceful, was surrounded by her friends, their laughter blending into the cheerful chaos of celebration.But outside, away from the laughter, Amara stood by the garden rail, her phone pressed to her ear again. The call went straight to voicemail. Martins’ number had been unreachable for hours. Her heartbeat grew heavier with each failed attempt. Earlier, she’d called his secretary, the woman had said he left the office around 4 p.m., cheerful, carrying his briefcase as usual. That was the last anyone saw of him.Now it was 6:40 p.m. The party had begun, and still no word from him. The lights, the laughter, the music — none of it seemed

The early morning flight to Houston felt like the longest journey of Alex’s life. He sat by the window, staring blankly at the clouds, his mind replaying Sophia’s trembling voice over the phone.He couldn’t eat, couldn’t think straight. His fingers tightened around the armrest each time guilt pricked his heart.When the plane finally touched down, he wasted no time. A cab was waiting outside the terminal. He forwarded the hospital address Sophia had sent him, and the driver sped off through the busy Houston streets. His thoughts were a storm — flashes of his mother's memory. And now, the image of her weak in a hospital bed.By the time he got to the hospital, his suit was wrinkled, and exhaustion shadowed his eyes. Sophia was in the lobby, pacing restlessly. When she saw him, she rushed to meet him, but her face was stiff with disappointment.“You came,” she said softly.He nodded, his voice low. “Where is she?”Sophia didn’t waste words. She turned and led him down the long, quiet

The silence in Alex’s office was heavy enough to crush him. He had been pacing from the window to the door and back again for almost ten minutes, his thoughts scattered, his chest tightening with every step. He stopped once, staring at the framed photo of his father on the wall — that proud smile, the same office, the same view.“Is this how it ends?” he muttered. His reflection in the glass window looked like a stranger. “Is this how Spencer Group dies?”He cursed under his breath and walked back to his desk. The bottle of whiskey sat there, half-empty, almost mocking him. He poured himself a glass and swallowed it in one gulp. The burn down his throat felt like punishment or maybe relief. He sank into his chair, elbows on the armrest, head heavy with regret and rage.Then, the door creaked open.James walked in slowly. No greeting. No expression. His face was blank, his shoulders tense. He shut the door behind him gently, walked straight to the desk, and pulled an envelope from h

The boardroom was unusually cold that morning. Eleven executives sat around the long mahogany table, eyes lowered, hands clasped, the tension was so thick it could choke. The large screen on the wall still displayed the latest financial report: Spencer Group’s market value drops another 20%, adding to the previous 39% decline. Fifty-nine percent total loss in just a few weeks.Alex sat at the head of the table, shoulders slumped, eyes sunken from lack of sleep. His tie hung loosely, the man who once commanded boardrooms now looked like someone fighting ghosts.“Fifty-nine percent,” he repeated slowly, his voice hoarse. “We are losing everything my father built.” He paused, looking around. “You are my senior executives, men and women who helped raise this empire. So, tell me…” his voice hardened, “how do we fix this?”No one spoke. Only the faint hum of the air conditioner filled the silence. A few exchanged nervous glances, others pretended to be busy with their pens or notes.Alex

Saturday mornings were usually calm, a day the world slowed a little to catch its breath. But not this one. The television screens across the country buzzed with a single headline: “Alex Spencer and Wife Finalize Shocking Divorce — Spencer Group in Crisis.”On Global Business Network (GBN), the anchors sat in their elegant studio, faces solemn yet intrigued. The segment was titled Corporate Scandals: When Love Breaks the Ledger.“Public reaction has been massive,” said the male anchor, flipping through his notes. “The divorce between billionaire Alex Spencer and his wife Eva has gone viral, trending across all platforms for the past twenty-four hours. Some sympathize with Mr. Spencer, others think this is karma for years of questionable corporate dealings.”His co-host, a woman with sharp eyes and an even sharper tone, adjusted her mic. “Beyond the drama,” she said, “what concerns analysts is how this scandal is bleeding into Spencer Group’s stability. Stocks have dropped nearly for

The moon was high that night, its pale light spilling softly into the children’s room. Emma lay on her bed, flipping through her school notebook, while Daniel sat opposite her, his little legs swinging off his own bed. The silence between them felt strange, heavy and uncertain.After a moment, Daniel broke it. His tiny voice trembled. “Emma… are Mummy and Daddy getting a divorce?”Emma’s head shot up, her face tightening. “What? Who told you that?”“I… I heard the guards talking,” Daniel said, his voice low. “They were saying Mummy and Daddy are fighting again. They said Daddy doesn’t want Mummy anymore.” His lips quivered as he spoke.Emma’s heart skipped. She tried to laugh it off, but her throat felt tight. “Hey, don’t listen to them, okay? Grown-ups talk too much.”“But… is it true?” Daniel pressed, his eyes glistening.Emma got off her bed and went to sit beside him. She took his small hands in hers. “Look at me,” she said softly. “Mummy and Daddy love each other. Maybe they fi

Celine sat behind her glass desk, the skyline of the city glimmering faintly through the tall windows of her office. As the acting CEO of O’Neil Corporation, she commanded authority that extended far beyond the company’s walls. But beneath the surface of corporate control, her real mission moved quietly — a plan she'd carefully designed, one made to bring Brooks Enterprises to its knees.She leaned forward and opened a folder on her desktop titled Confidential – Brooks Enterprises. It was heavily encrypted, accessible only by her biometric ID. The moment it loaded, dozens of subfolders filled the screen — each one named with precision: Hidden Accounts, Internal Mails, Fraud Reports, Audits – Red Flagged.For months, Celine had gathered the pieces. Using her clearance as Media Manager before her promotion, she had infiltrated communication trails, extracted data from shared servers, and traced money movements across borders. Each document, each screenshot, each internal memo was o

Barbra froze, her heart pounding as her eyes met Celine’s across the conference table. The introductions continued, but she barely heard them. Mr. Gavin nudged her to begin. She swallowed hard, forcing a smile, and stood.“Good morning, everyone,” she began, her voice steadier than she felt. “On behalf of xDragon Corporation, I’ll be presenting—”Celine leaned forward. “Before you proceed, Miss Scott, could you clarify who approved the cost breakdown on page three?”Barbra blinked, caught off guard. “That would be the finance division—”Celine cut in. “You’re heading this project. I asked who in finance approved it. Names matter.”Barbra hesitated. “Mr. Leonard. He oversees our budget projections.”Celine nodded, taking notes. “And the projected delivery timeline - six months? That’s quite ambitious for your current workforce, isn’t it?”Barbra felt heat rising in her cheeks. “We have additional contractors—”“Which firm?” Celine pressed, her tone sharper now.Barbra’s hand trembled

Barbra sat alone in the quiet living room, lost in her thoughts. It had been a week since the wedding — a week of celebration, laughter, and public appearances, but also a week of private unease. Tomorrow, she would resume work at xDragon Corporation, the New York City branch, where she held the position of Senior Manager. It was a role she had fought hard for, and one her father often praised her for.Her biggest dream was beginning to take shape. Soon, she believed, her father would make Adam, her new husband, the CEO of the company’s New York branch. It would mark the perfect union: love and business intertwined. Yet, deep inside her, an unsettling restlessness lingered.A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. She frowned slightly, checking the time. It was 3p.m. Maybe it was a food delivery, she thought, as she rose to her feet. But when she opened the door, she froze.Adam stood there, his expression weary and drawn. His suit was creased, and there was a hollowness i

The wedding day arrived with grandeur that seemed to silence the city itself. Every headline, every news broadcast, and every social feed glowed with the same story — "the union of two powerful families: the Brooks and the Scotts." It was an event of the year, the kind that drew billionaires, politicians, and celebrities from across the country. The hall was a sea of luxury — chandeliers glittering like constellations, violins humming soft tunes, and guests dressed in dazzling sophistication.Adam stood at the altar, poised in a tailored black tuxedo, the perfect image of power and control. Yet, beneath the practiced smile and firm posture, his mind churned restlessly. He was marrying Barbra Scott — the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in the United States and this alliance would secure not just his personal image but the survival of Brooks Enterprises. To the public, it was love; to him, it was strategy.Barbra, radiant in a flowing diamond-studded gown, walked down the ai

Adam returned to Brooks Enterprises early that morning, determined to get things back under control. The tension in the air was heavy; the company’s stock had been falling steadily for weeks, and every attempt to stabilize it had failed. The board was anxious, investors restless, and rumors about internal mismanagement were already circulating online. Still, Adam walked into his office with the kind of forced confidence only desperation could build.An hour later, his secretary buzzed in. “Sir, there’s someone here to see you. Mr. Kelvin Benjamin.”Adam frowned slightly before nodding. “Send him in.”Moments later, Kelvin stepped in — sharply dressed, with tired eyes that still carried the sharpness of a man who believed in his own brilliance. “Adam,” he greeted warmly, extending a hand.“Kelvin,” Adam replied, shaking it. “Been a while.”Kelvin smiled faintly. “Yes. A long while. I heard what’s happening here and thought I should stop by. You need a solution, and I have one.”Adam

Alex returned home from his business trip in Singapore to a warm reception that filled the mansion with life again. Melissa was the first to spot him entering through the front doors and ran to hug him, her excitement genuine. The grandmother, sitting in her chair near the window, smiled with deep affection when she saw her grandson walk in. Celine stood a few steps behind, calm and poised, her expression polite but measured.“Welcome back,” Melissa said brightly.“Good to be back,” Alex replied, smiling faintly. His gaze drifted toward Celine, who gave a small nod before helping the grandmother adjust her shawl. Something in her movements was different — gentler, more protective. It caught Alex’s attention, though he didn’t mention it.After a brief chat with his family, Alex went upstairs to freshen up. When he came down later, he asked the butler to call Celine to his study. Within minutes, she knocked lightly on the door and stepped in, her notebook and tablet in hand.“Plea