Novels by Princess Okoro

Cooper’s pov Three months later —----- Three months since Daisy stood on my doorstep, heavy with my child, and I told her to get rid of it. I had buried the knowledge so deep it only surfaced in the quiet hours—when the office lights dimmed and nothing remained to distract me. She had carried my son. Then the baby died. She left the country. That was all I allowed myself. Anything more would have finished me. I stayed in the office longer than anyone else because work was the only place grief couldn’t fully reach me. I loosened my tie an inch and kept signing document after document. The door opened without a knock. Magnus never came to my office. He summoned. He demanded. He never simply walked in. The air changed the moment he stepped across the threshold. I finished the signature, set the pen down, and only then raised my eyes. He stood just inside with an impatient expression. “Why did you leave your office and come here?” I asked, voice even, almost bored. “I hope it isn

Daisy povThe ambulance came, and soon we were at the hospital, voices were urgent around me. “Fetal distress,” someone said. “We need to get her to surgery now.”My father arrived just as they wheeled me toward the operating room. I reached for him, crying openly. “Daddy, I’m so scared. They said the baby is in danger.”He took my hand and in a firm and warm grip.Then he turned to the doctor, removing his glasses slowly. “Doctor…” His voice was calm. “Do all you can to save my daughter.” Then he paused. His throat worked visibly. “…and if possible… save my grandchild.” The doctor nodded quickly. My father stayed beside me as they wheeled me into the theatre, never letting go of my hand. But this wasn’t enough. I wanted Cooper so badly that it hurt worse than the contractions. In the theatre, I couldn’t feel my legs, only the pressure on my abdomen as the surgeons worked behind the curtains. Machines beeped steadily around me, each sound making my heart pound harder.Then I h

Daisy's povNine months later-------------It's been nine months since I signed those papers and walked out of the house that used to be ours. I had found a small place of my own — nothing fancy, but every time, I listened for the low rumble of Cooper's car pulling into the driveway. Every time tires slowed on the street, I sat up, heart climbing into my throat. Every knock on the door made my hands go still over my swollen belly. Every time it wasn't him, another piece of hope quietly died.This afternoon, someone knocked. My pulse jumped. I told myself not to hope, and opened the door anyway.It was my father.“Daisy.” He said softly.I kept one hand on the doorframe. “What do you want?”He looked at my belly, then at my face. “You’re my only child. You’re pregnant and alone. At least let me help you.”“I needed your help once,” I said. “To save my marriage. You refused. I don’t need you anymore. And I never will.”I shut the door before he could answer. I slid down the wall until

Daisy's povOne week had passed since Cooper’s mother died. One week of Cooper not saying a single word to me. The silence had become a living thing between us.He moved through the house like I wasn’t there—showering, grabbing his keys, leaving before dawn, returning long after dark. No eye contact. Only a heavy, suffocating silent treatment. Tonight, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to tell him about the baby. Maybe the news would change things between us. Maybe I’d see a smile return to Cooper’s face again.I came home that evening with the words ready on my tongue. The house was dark, and the whole place felt cold and quiet.“Sign it, Daisy.”His voice came out of the dark, cutting through the quietness. I startled so hard my keys dropped to the floor. My fingers found the switch. The lights came on.Cooper sat on the sofa, whisky glass dangling from his fingers. His eyes were swollen and red, like he’d been crying for hours. The sight of him—tie gone, shirt wrinkled and shoulder

Daisy’s pov"Dad... please don't make me choose between you and my husband.”Dad didn’t answer. He just kept pacing behind his desk while I stood there in his office, the familiar smell of old books wrapping around me like it always had when I was a kid“Daisy, you’re asking for too much,” he said, voice low and strained. “A man is dead. Gina's husband—newly married, on their way back from their honeymoon. Now, she’s lying in a hospital bed, barely conscious, widowed before she even took off her wedding dress. This isn’t some minor traffic violation. It's a hit-and-run. Your brother in law broke the law. Are you asking me to do the same?”I swallowed hard, my hands twisting together. “Dad, I’m not asking you to break the law. I’m only asking you to show mercy. Cooper’s family… they’re threatening divorce if Tristan doesn’t get leniency. They blame me for everything.”He stopped mid-step and looked at me, with an unyielding expression. “I never chased you out of my house, Daisy. You ca