Novels by Minnah

The night air inside the mansion was cold and heavy, filled with silence and emptiness.Thalia sat quietly in the large office, the slow ticking of the wall clock echoing against her thoughts. George sat across from her at first, both of them saying nothing for several minutes. The tension between them was thick enough to choke on.He looked up finally, his gaze locked on her face, but she didn’t meet his eyes. Her fingers played with the hem of her blouse as she exhaled slowly, trying to calm the racing in her chest.“How did you know an arrest was issued against me?” Thalia asked finally, her voice barely above a whisper.George didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stood up, his tall frame moving toward her. With his hands tucked in his pockets, he stopped right in front of her and leaned slightly, sitting on the edge of the desk in front of her chair. His eyes softened a little as he looked at her.Then, his mind drifted back—[Flashback Begins]It was around five in the evening

“How dare you touch my wife?!” George’s voice thundered through the air, shaking every corner of the hall. His tone was laced with fury so sharp that even the walls seemed to echo it back. The crowd froze. The officers who had grabbed Thalia’s arms turned, startled by his rage. Cameras clicked. Reporters whispered. For a brief second, the world stopped spinning. “Mr. Williams, we have an arrest warrant to…” “To hell with the arrest warrant!” George’s voice rose again, cutting through the officer’s words. “To fucking hell with the arrest warrant! You have no right to arrest my WIFE over nothing!” His words were dangerous, filled with possession. The tension around him felt heavy, even suffocating, and Thalia could only stand there, trembling, her wrists still held by the officers. Thalia's eyes flicked to him, to her husband, to the man she loves, her man.George wasn’t even looking at her. His jaw was tight, his shoulders broad and rigid under his dark suit. His eyes, those

{Press Conference}Thalia pulled up in front of the grand hall, camera flashes hitting her windshield like a thousand tiny explosions. The noise outside was deafening, reporters shouting her name, microphones raised up, cameras clicking nonstop.For a moment, she just sat there, her fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly as she drew in a deep breath. Her heart was pounding, not from fear, but from exhaustion, getting there she felt tired, so tired.She had already cried all her tears at home. Now, she was here to face them.She reached for the door handle and stepped out gracefully, every movement calm, measured and calculated like a woman refusing to let the world see her crumble.Her sleeveless, short flare gown swayed lightly as the wind brushed past her, the thin belt around her waist emphasizing her elegant frame. In one hand, she held a small clutch; in the other she grabbed her courage and confidence.“Thalia, is the news true?” a reporter shouted first.“Thalia, did you

{Williams’ Mansion} Thalia sat in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with tired, swollen eyes. In her trembling hands was an envelope, an official press conference invitation. They wanted her to speak up about everything that had been circulating online. Since she’d refused to respond to their endless emails, they had resorted to sending a letter. She sighed bitterly. “That’s why I never wanted any of my relationships to be public,” she thought. Her gaze remained fixed on the letter as her vision blurred with tears. How was she supposed to face the world and explain that Franklin wasn’t the father of her children when he's the real father? That she had never cheated on George that George had been the one who betrayed her? Her chest tightened with emotions. She didn’t have the courage to even step out of the mansion, let alone face a room full of reporters waiting to dissect her pain. Not now. Not after everything she’d been through. Not when she was this alon

Franklin stood up from where he sat and walked out only to see his lawyer waiting for him."Mr Blackwood, I've been waiting..." He said."I wasn't informed, sorry about that." Franklin apologised and he nodded.They both sat in the living room to discuss.---{Rosy's Mansion}The next morning, Rosy was ready and set for work, she took a deep breath in front of the mirror before walking out of her room.She sighed before sitting alone in the dining room to eat, her life feels empty without Thalia and George in it.Ever since her diary's secret came out, Thalia wouldn't pick her calls nor will George talk to her, no one is hearing her out especially Thalia.She dropped the cutlery and crossed her legs, lost in thought - how's she supposed to solve this problem?When Thalia and George wouldn't listen?A tear escaped her eyes and she bit her lips torturously, she ruined it all, she ruined it all!Never in her thousand thoughts have she thought this would ever happen. She let her emotions

{Franklin’s Mansion}Franklin sat on the couch, his fingers loosely wrapped around a mug of untouched coffee. The steam had long faded, but his thoughts burned hotter with every passing second. His eyes were distant, filled with worry and regret, his jaw clenched like he was fighting an invisible battle.“Mom,” he finally said, his voice low,“do you think I did the right thing?”Delilah, who had been quietly watching him from across the room, let out a weary sigh. She stood up gracefully, her expression unreadable as she walked toward him.“No, Franklin,” she said bluntly. “You didn’t do the right thing. You did worse.”Her words sliced through the silence, sharply and coldly. But she didn’t regret them,he needed to hear it.Franklin gave a slow nod, his eyes dropping to the mug in his hands. “Yeah,” he muttered, almost to himself. “I had to. Those children… they’re my only hope, Mom. The only thing I have left that feels like mine.”Delilah folded her arms, her eyes softening but her

The morning sun was soft, spilling golden light through the wide windows of the bridal suite. A gentle breeze carried the scent of fresh roses from the garden below, the same garden where, in a few hours, Irma would say “I do”.The room was alive with quiet chatter and nervous laughter. Dresses hung neatly, curling irons buzzed, and the faint hum of a love song floated through the speakers.Irma sat before the mirror, her heart pounding softly against her ribs. Her reflection staring back, she saw a woman wrapped in satin and lace, her hair pinned into soft curls, her eyes glistening with unspoken emotion.Rosy, her mother, stood behind her, adjusting the veil with trembling hands. “You look so much like me on my wedding day,” she said with a shaky laugh. “It’s just that…your groom actually loves you.”Irma turned slightly, smiling through the tears already forming in her mother’s eyes. “Mom…”Rosy cupped her daughter’s face from behind, her voice thick with pride. “I’m just so hap

(TWO YEARS LATER)Adrian drove smoothly into the company’s parking lot, the black car gliding to a stop with quiet precision. He had just returned from a month-long business trip in Dubai, and the exhaustion showed beneath his sharp composure.He was tired, but he could manage anyway.The moment he stepped out, his bodyguards lined up neatly, waiting for his command. One immediately collected his suitcase, while his personal assistant took his jacket. Adrian slid his hands into his pockets, his every step exuding authority as he made his way inside the building.He was supposed to head home straight, but there was something he needed to discuss with Noir first.“The boss is back,” a few staff whispered as he passed. Heads turned, and murmurs rippled through the hallway like a wave of awe and nervousness.Meanwhile, inside Noir’s office, the atmosphere was far from professional. Noir was on the couch with Luna, both lost in each other’s arms.His hands slipped under her blouse as the k

"A deadly one?" Irma’s voice came out in a trembling whisper, barely audible against the soft hum of the night breeze. She blinked rapidly, her mind struggling to process his words. Her throat tightened, and her heart began to race.Adrian turned his gaze away, staring down the quiet street as if the ground could swallow up the truth he’d just confessed. “Don’t start, Irma,” he said gently. “I didn’t want to tell you because I already knew your reaction.”Irma’s lips parted in disbelief. “My reaction?” she echoed softly, her voice shaking. “Adrian, what do you expect my reaction to be? Do you think I’m supposed to smile and thank you for telling me you have something deadly?” Her tone rose slightly, not in anger, but in panic. “You’re talking about your life…about you! How could you keep something like that from me?”He exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Because I didn’t want to see you cry. Because I know how you are, Irma. You’ll overthink, lose sleep, stop eating, an

After leaving the hospital, Adrian walked around the car and opened the door for her. Irma smiled softly before sliding into the seat. He closed the door gently, then walked to the driver’s side and got in as well.Without a word, he leaned toward her, pulled the seatbelt across her, and clicked it into place. Then he did his own too.Irma’s lips curled into a teasing smile. “Any special occasion?” she asked suspiciously.He chuckled and shook his head. “No, can’t I give my wife that special treatment?”She shrugged, still smiling. “Of course, you can. Anyway, I’m hungry, drive fast.”“You eat too much,” he teased.She frowned immediately, her brows pulling together.“Hey, I was just kidding,” he said quickly, laughing softly. “You can eat as much as you want. In fact, you can do whatever you want.”“Good. Now, give me your phone,” she demanded, stretching out her hand.He passed it to her obediently, his eyes glancing at her every few seconds as he drove.She opened TikTok, scrol

Adrian pulled her closer, holding her like he was afraid she’d slip away if he loosened his grip even for a second.Irma smiled softly against his chest. It was still strange to think how it all began, a forced marriage, a deal between two stubborn people who could barely stand each other. And yet here she was, tangled in his arms, completely and hopelessly stuck with him, in the best way possible.He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, and she let out a quiet chuckle, resting her head on his bare chest as his heartbeat thudded beneath her ear.“We should do this more often,” Adrian whispered, voice husky. “It’s good for our health.”“Don’t be silly,” she giggled, lightly slapping his chest.“Don’t worry,” he said with a teasing grin, “I have a big di—”“Adrian, stop!” She cut him off with a grin, clapping a hand over his mouth. He only laughed, his eyes glinting with mischief.“Tell me something,” he murmured after a moment, his tone suddenly turning serious.She raised a brow, sitting

The car screeched to a halt at the emergency entrance. Before the tires had fully stopped, Jace was out, yanking the back door open. Nurses on duty spotted them instantly and rushed forward with a gurney.“Call the doctor!” one of the nurses shouted, already checking Rosy’s vitals.“Please, help her!” Tamara sobbed, stumbling after the stretcher as they wheeled her mother through the sliding glass doors. Jace followed close, his tall frame tense, his chest heaving as if he could barely breathe himself.“Family?” the doctor demanded quickly as they pushed Rosy down the hallway.“Her daughter,” Tamara choked out, her hands shaking as she kept pace. “Please...please save her.”The medical team swept Rosy into the emergency room, the doors swinging shut in Tamara’s face. The sudden barrier felt like a wall of ice. She slapped her hands against it, tears spilling down her cheeks. Jace caught her shoulders before she collapsed completely.“She’ll be okay,” he said firmly, though his voice t

{Priya’s Mansion}Aaron entered his mother’s luxurious bedroom, carrying a silver tray with a neatly arranged bowl of fruit and two forks resting beside it. He set it down gently on the small marble table near her bed.Priya glanced at him through the mirror, a faint smile tugging at her red-painted lips. She was rubbing cream over her arms, the sweet scent of her perfume filling the room, and adding a final touch of powder to her already flawless face.“I brought some fruit,” Aaron said softly, smiling.Priya arched her brow without turning. “Just fruit? No good news?”Aaron’s grin widened. “You know me, Mother. I never come empty-handed.”That earned him a full smile. She closed her makeup case and stood, motioning toward the open balcony. Together, they stepped outside, the night breeze brushing against them, carrying the faint sound of crickets.“Well?” she asked, crossing her arms.Aaron leaned against the railing, his lips curling into a smirk as his mind replayed the moment he

Jemima rolled her eyes and walked away, refusing to let herself stoop low enough to argue with him. She wasn’t in the mood for his arrogance, nor did she have the energy to prove she wasn’t like those other girls who swallowed just anyhow attitude with silence. She'd surely show him another and that's if they ever meet again. She was determined, seriously determined, once she started working, once she got a stable job and some independence, she would divorce Khalid and finally be free. Free from this sham of a marriage, free from his cold stares and biting words, that thought alone spoils her mood. She hopped onto her scooter, the wind slapping her cheeks as she sped out of the company’s compound and onto the road. Her phone began ringing, and without even checking the caller ID, she answered it, her attention still half on the road. “Hello, Jemima,” came her mother’s warm, delighted voice. “Mother!” Jemima’s lips lifted in an involuntary smile, the first real one she’d had a

Jemima watched Khalid stride into the lobby, his hands buried casually in his pockets, his steps carrying quiet authority. The chatter died instantly, employees straightened their backs and bowed their heads all except her.She stood where she was, arms crossed, her gaze fixed boldly on him.“Mr. Greyson, she’s at fault! Please don’t fire me!” Evelyn blurted out.“Drag her out,” Khalid said sharply, not even looking in her direction. His gaze slid briefly to Jemima looking cold, his eyes unreadable.Two security guards hurried forward. The woman protested, pleading, but Khalid’s expression didn’t change.“Wait, sir—”He turned to the guards. “When you’re done escorting her out, hand in your badges. You’re both dismissed.”The room went silent. Even Jemima blinked, thrown off guard. He just fired them, because of her?Khalid finally spoke again. “Follow me to my office,” he said to her, then looked at his manager. “Hire two replacements immediately.”Jemima followed without a word, ev

Khalid's phone rang, breaking the silence in his office. The heavy mahogany desk reflected the afternoon sun, streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, throwing golden light across the pristine glass walls of Greyson Enterprises’ towering headquarters. But Khalid wasn’t admiring the city skyline. His dark eyes were fixed on the screen flashing the name of his lawyer.At that exact moment, the office door opened, and his manager stepped inside, bowing his head slightly.“Sir,” the manager greeted.Khalid raised a brow. “Is she okay?”“Yes, sir. She was followed, as you ordered. She’s on her way to K•D Premiere now.” A chuckle followed, as though the sight amused him.Khalid’s jaw ticked. His fingers drummed once against the polished desk. “Good. Make sure she faces no trouble on her way. Keep your eyes on her, no harm should come to her.” Khalid sipped from his coffee.“Yes, sir.” The manager bowed again and left, closing the door behind him.He exhaled slowly and finally

The phone slipped from his hand, and Ryan parted his lips in shock He lost his job. He lost Evelyn. He lost his money. Now the only interviews that might have given him a second chance, he lost it too. Everything in Ryan’s life had turned upside down ever since Jemima walked out. He used to laugh at the idea of her being his lucky charm, mocking her quiet belief that she brought light into his dark spaces. But now, in the shadows of his ruined life, he realized that was the truth. She had always been there for him, always shielded his problems, always cared for him more than anyone has ever done. And he had destroyed it all, he chased her away. The silence in his dingy apartment pressed against him like walls caving in. Job rejections piled up like tombstones in his inbox, and his phone buzzed only with debt reminders. Friends had disappeared. And drinking no longer numbed his pain. In desperation, Davis scrolled to Jemima’s number. He pressed the call. Not reachab

(Priya's mansion) “Mom,” Aaron slammed his hand on the polished table, his jaw tight with rage. “Khalid is refusing to give us a share from the company.” Priya, dressed in an elegant silk gown, lifted her teacup slowly. Her calmness contrasted with the fury in her son’s eyes. “Of course he is,” she murmured, voice sharp. “That man is as stubborn as his mother was. He already has everything. Why won’t he just give us a piece of the company? Just one share!” Aaron’s eyes burned with anger. “I can’t stand it, Mom. He walks around like a king, as if we don’t even exist. I can’t live like this anymore. I need to be inside that company. I need my name written in those files. I deserve it too!” He paced the room, his fists clenched, “Do you know how humiliating it is? Everywhere I go, people whisper about how Khalid Greyson inherited everything. They act like I’m just his shadow. Like I’m nothing.” Priya watched him, her eyes narrowing with quiet calculation. She had carried her