Novels by Author Bee

Anesha's POV I can't shake off the feeling that I'm being watched.It's probably just my nerves from currently being around Matilda. After my talk with Deimos, I couldn't sleep– tossing and turning from the thought that this woman might actually plan to kill me. Not might– Matilda wants to end me, to hurt Deimos. My mind churns as I think of all the ways my wedding day could end except with me dying. I could tell Deimos about Matilda and she could whip out the cheque. He'd be even more betrayed and she could still kill me. Deimos might not bat an eye. I could run away before the wedding. That would mean breaking the contract with Deimos and Matilda. They'd both want my head then and there's nowhere I'd run to that'd be safe from two Escarrás. I could ask Dimitri for help– A little voice breaks my inner turmoil. No! That's out of the question. I can't entangle myself with him more than I already have. The man was dangerous and right now, I am in the dark as regards his motives. B

Deimos' POVShe's rattled. Shaking like a leaf on a windy day. Her skin is as cold as ice and she can't meet my eyes. It doesn't seem like it's anger making her this way. It's fear. I try to rub out the cold in her hands while she finds her words. A part of me berates myself for telling her. Eric is a part of my family that only a select few know about. A lore so dark we can't afford to whisper about him for fear that he might come back again. My father's fear of being swallowed up by his enemies would come to pass at the hands of his son.But that wasn't the truth. Eric wasn't a fool like they said he was. Out of the rest of them, he'd been the only one who welcomed me with open arms. Like a brother, he'd protected me for the months that we were together. Even when he disappeared, he'd tried to protect me. The whole part of that story is something only I and my father know. A secret I plan to take with me to the grave. That's why I can't have that caller digging up Eric. The me

Anesha's POV I want to believe my mother is wrong but I know enough about the Escarrás to know she might not be. There isn't a line they wouldn't cross to get what they want. And what she wants is revenge. But why me? Deimos loved Rachel. They all knew that. Our relationship would surely pale compared to what they had. So why would Matilda think that hurting me would be the best kind of revenge?And then there was Eric– the son that had simply just faded away. There was nothing on him when I searched online. No picture. No article. No mention of him when talking about the family. Matilda had been careful not to mention anything about him either. Only that he'd existed and Deimos had replaced him. The fact that there isn't a single article talking about the first son of Aaron Escarrá is chilling.Why was everyone quiet about his cover-up? There's no way they didn't know. My fingers swipe aggressively over the screen while I scan headline after headline. Eyes watering from staring

Anesha's POVTo catch a lion, you must first walk into its home. See beyond all the fear and the shaking in your legs. Your raging heart beat, the understanding that in one wrong move you could end up in-between its jaws. And face the prowling beast, knowing that it too has a plan of its own. That's how I felt after Matilda said those words to me. Like I'd walked into a lion's den and I wasn't strong enough to catch it. “Why would you want to hurt him that way?” I can't keep the tremors in my voice away. “What did he do to you?” “His very life is an insult. One that I had to bear for the past 30 years. But I guess that isn't the whole truth.” She set the cup on the table carefully, glaring into its contents as her words set the hair on my skin on its ends. “That abomination was left standing while my son was swept away into the darkness. That is what I can not forgive.” I can't help the indignation that pushes through me. The fact that despite his efforts to protect his family, M

Anesha's POV “I didn't know much of what was going on. It was my ignorance that led to this and I'm sorry.” Diana bows her head, stiffly. Cameras flash above her with a vengeance. “But you signed all the documents. Are you saying you signed without knowing what they were for?” A reporter yells, thrusting a mic to her face. “Yes, I merely trusted that it would be for the good of the children.” Embarrassment and anger had her face flushed.Another microphone has her stumbling backwards. “If you were so naive, why shouldn't we believe that you were complicit?” “What?” “Does this mean you are not fit to inherit your father's company, in the absence of your brother Deimos?” Diana's face contorts with rage, struggling to hide her anger. “I don't understand what you're talking about.” A man with a jagged scar over his brows practically laughs in her face. There's a glimpse of astonishment in her features that lingers for too long. “Is it safe to assume that your inability to understan

Deimos' POV It's her softness that calls me back from my thoughts after Diana leaves the room. I turn around to worried eyes and lips pressed between her teeth. She startles as I pry them apart with my fingertips. “You like biting on things you shouldn't bite on. It's a bad habit.” “No I don't.” I pull her off the seat and drag her out of the house. We pass by Matilda and Diana in the living room. They stop talking as soon as we walk by. Matilda is the very picture of calm, unusual behavior for a woman whose daughter is about to be socially stoned to death. She never cared much about Diana but after losing Eric, I believed she'd at least learned to indulge her. To treat her like a person and not just a stand-in for her son. Looking at her now, I know that's far from the truth. She's still hanging on to the fact that Eric could still be alive. Diana is now less than an afterthought. If she gets ripped apart by the wolves, the better for Eric's standing if he gets back. As much a