Novel-novel oleh success.osagie1

The violins were overkill.I'd barely stepped into the bloody tower before a string quartet greeted me with some rendition of Vivaldi, glasses tinkling and muffled whispers wafting through the air like perfume."Remind me why we do this?" I asked the bartender, Louis, who was a friend of mine, as he slid a whiskey down the bar.A grin spread across his face. "Because your brother likes theatrics."Yeah. That was true.I leaned back against the bar, sipping from my glass slowly while taking in the sea of bespoke suits and surgically-engineered grins. All glass. All gloss. The perfect cage for corporate wolves.And then I saw her.Irene.She was standing beneath one of the chandeliers, the light washing over her like liquid gold. She wore this midnight-black dress that wasn't particularly attention seeking, but hell—it got mine. Every one of her curves was accentuated by the dress and her smiles were enough to make a man drown. But her eyes?They looked far away. And angry.Kieran stood

"I swear, if I have one more sleazy board member trying to sweet-talk their way to a contract." I muttered, fiddling with the front door lock and pushing the door open with my shoulder. “I might actually combust.”Cinnamon and something sweet-scented filled the air as I stepped in. Home.I kicked off my heels with a groan and slammed my bag down on the side table. My body ached. My head ached and my face ached the more from pretending to smile and give a fuck about those shit heads."Ms. Nowell!" someone shouted down the hallway. It was Rina, the nanny. She poked her head out from behind the kitchen door, still wearing an apron around her waist. "Tough day?""I just want to forget what happened today, Rina," I muttered.She laughed. "You starving? I can prepare something quickly," she said."Not yet,” I replied. “Where's my little dictator by the way?""In the playroom,” Rina said, taking my bag from where I’d dropped it. “I’ll take this upstairs ma’am,” she muttered, before she conti

"Who the hell is she?" I said as I stormed into Kieran's office.He didn't even look up. He just kept typing away on his keyboard as if I weren't standing there. As if I hadn’t asked a question.Typical Kieran behaviour."I’m talking about the woman that just walked out of here, Kieran,” I continued. “The blonde from the boardroom. Too poise, too intelligent. Sorta looked like she could bankrupt a man with a smile."Kieran eventually sat back in his chair and gave me that slow, smug smile I'd been trying to scrub my brain clean of since we were in diapers. "That's our newest partner. Irene Nowell,” he finally said. New partner?! “She’s KnightTech founder and we just merged with them."Needing to understand whatever the fuck my brother was saying, I closed the door behind me and stepped inside. "And how, pray tell brother,”I said. “Are you sure she's legit?"“Simple,” he said, spreading his hands like he was talking about dinner and not the fact that he’d not taken a decision as critic

"You weren't meant to come back home until tomorrow," my husband said, though after today, I doubt he’ll be my husband again.He said it calmly as if I hadn't just found him in our wedding bed.With my sister."I came early," I said, my focus more on the two people that were meant to always have my back wrapped up in the bed. "I wanted to tell you something."Lyana didn’t flinch or attempt to get out of the bed. She just smiled, and adjusted the pillow behind her back as if she were the owner of the damn bed.“Let me guess," Kieran said, kicking his legs out from under him. "You got a promotion again? Or you finally beat Mother at chess?""I'm pregnant."The room became deathly silent after that.Kieran blinked at me as if he didn't quite register what I’d said. Then he ran his hands over his face, letting out a heavy sigh. "Jesus, Iridina. Now?"My breath caught in my throat. "You. You knew I wanted to tell you first," I muttered. “We’ve been waiting for this for a while now.”"Good,