Novels by Anna-Marie

The first warm sun rays hit my face, and I woke up, slowly adjusting my eyes to the light. Noah is giggling at something his father is saying into his ears, both of them not aware that I had woken up from my beauty sleep. I admire them for a few minutes and then I say, “Hello, Noah…” He jumps onto me with delight. “Mummmmmy! I am so happy you are awake. Daddy said Asher and his mom, Aunty Sandra, are coming over.” I think where could I have heard that name before? Oh yes “Your Beta’s wife.” I face Brandon. He nods. “She has been dying to meet you, but I told her about what happened and that you are not currently receiving visitors. I was surprised when she told me you personally invited her.” I giggle. “Yes, we met at the salon. I like her it’s nice to have a friend like me.” Brandon smiles. “I know, I know. This world you have been thrown into is hard to get accustomed to. I admire how you have dealt with things so far.” “This is about Noah. I have to make sure he has a balan

Much later in the evening after tucking Noah into bed, we place a call to the Men ( Desmond & Shawn). Desmond and Shawn are still at their offices at 9 p.m. These men really work hard and are always available for me regardless. Good evening. Have you both received the email I forwarded to you?” Brandon asks facing the Laptop “Yes,” in unison although Shawn adds a long sigh and uses his hand to try and smoothen his hair, but it immediately goes back. I know what that means: the email has made him anxious, and he doesn’t want to say it. I face Brandon. “Show me.” He opens his phone and shows me a video of an Italian leather briefcase. It seems stuck on the said image for more than a minute. I am about to complain to Brandon that the video is damaged when it finally starts showing a lady’s hands opening a briefcase and showing what is inside.I gasp. It’s packs and packs of hard recreational drugs with a name tag and a bloody handkerchief. The name tag reads Mr. Gray. I suck in

Leaning back in the chair, I bring out my phone from my bag and a message pops in: “Aaliyah, here is some new information that will interest you: Rabbit.” I know who that is it’s Karly. I am contemplating opening her email when I feel the car taking a sharp turn . I am surprised she has something to share with me so soon after the expose on Morgan. What exactly is it that Karly has found out this time. Is it something new? Is Morgan not afraid? Do these people think they’re invincible? A few minutes later My door is abruptly opened and I turn my head. I find Gabe waiting patiently and the other guards are by his side. I wonder just how long I had been thinking. “Boss, are you okay? Should we head back?” Gabe asks. “Yes, Gabe. I received an Email from Rabbit.” I hand the phone over to him. “Check it out and send it to Brandon. I don’t want anything to disrupt my day we can discuss when we get home.” “Okay, boss.” We walk into Wendy’s, the salon. We find it surprising

Desmond and Shawn left in his private plane the very next day. I kept up with Morgan’s scandal on X,Facebook, and Instagram, but it pretty much died a natural death after his conference. The gullible people fell for his act, and his ratings are slowly climbing back up. I haven't heard from Geena thankfully and Amanda hadn't reported any more harassment… Meanwhile, in the lure of Amelia’s attack, Brandon took some very drastic actions. I have been kept under lock and key for several days. I am not allowed out of the house, not even to take a walk around Brandon’s property which is something I did every evening as he has a very lovely fruit and herb garden. I always stop and admire the rows and rows of lemon trees, apples, and grapes. They also grow some spinach, habanero and oregano. There is nothing like the aroma of fresh spices grown in a backyard. Brandon has also been working from home. He wouldn’t budge at all, even though Gabe was on foot to protect m

The commentators voice drifts out of the TV as the news starts “Good evening, viewers. We are back to deliver the evening news at 8:00 PM. Please stay with us. On the agenda for today:*Crime rate rise and how to tackle it.*Johnson’s stocks crash woefully in the market and continue to drop without any sign of recovery We all look at Desmond apologetically, and I squeeze his rock hard thighs a bit, offering some comfort. He responds, still bereft, “Eh, I am glad I dumped mine. My financial team deserves a raise; they never stray me wrong.”Shawn says, “Finding financial experts that can read stocks so well is rare. You should give them a raise.”Brandon says, “I agree with Shawn.”I don’t know much about stocks, so I face the television just in time to hear the last on the agenda “last but not the least: Mr. Morgan Clark will address the public about the information released about him yesterday.” We all become silent when we hear this, Morgan’s media team have don

I awake to Noah’s small hands snuggling into me, and I almost weep from the sheer joy of it. The fact that I am still here to be able to enjoy this, knowing fully well that a few hours ago I nearly lost my life to a deranged she-wolf. Fear courses through me, making me start to shake uncontrollably. Noah stops snuggling and asks innocently, “Mummy, are you cold?” His innocent face scrunched with worry. I answer him softly, feeling a tad bit guilty that I made him worry. “A little bit, honey. Please, can you get the air conditioner remote?” “Okay, Mummy.” He gets up and brings the remote to me. “Thank you, Noah.” I kiss his head. I turn off off the air conditioner, and my tummy rumbles loudly. Noah laughs and starts singing, clapping his hands, “Mummy is hungry, Mummy is hungry…” I laugh at him. “Yes, honey. Mummy needs to eat. Come on, let’s go and find some food and your dad, while you tell me all about your day.” He swings my hand gently, and we head down the s