Novels by Adeyeni Adeola

Ethan POV“Pull off your clothes. Everything. Make sure there’s nothing left on you,” I said firmly.The memory of that day at college burned through my mind—the slap, the insult, the way she had called me a pervert in front of everyone. I had sworn then that I’d make her pay. And now, watching her stand in front of me, nervous and vulnerable, I knew this was only the beginning.Her eyes widened instantly, blinking too fast as if she couldn’t quite process what she had just heard. A crease formed between her brows, and her lips parted like she wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words. She looked down, fingers clutching the hem of her dress so tightly her knuckles turned pale. When her gaze lifted again, fear clouded her face, but beneath it was something else–a flicker of defiance, a stubbornness that hadn’t completely died.Her voice trembled when she finally spoke.“W-what? You can’t be serious… Why would you even ask me that? I just came here for a job.”I leaned back in my chai

Kyra’s POV It was already two o clock, and I had to get home before four–or else I'd be skinned alive. Thank God Bella and I weren't in the same class; she won't even notice I hadn't been in class today. Besides, I was exhausted. I'd gone everywhere I knew and couldn't think of, yet I couldn't still find a job. They all said the same thing–they couldn't take me in because I had no certificate and no experience. Is this how my life is going to end? In an old man's house? Or should I just run away? But if I do, where would I stay? I kept talking to myself in frustration.I looked up and I spotted a hotel, it was quite big and beautiful, the owner must be very rich, I said to myself. A sign post outside read: female worker needed. I thought to myself, should I just go and try my luck? But then again, what if they turned me down like the rest, I couldn't take another rejection.Still, I went anyway. It was better to try than to live with the regrets of not trying for the rest of my lif

Kyra’s POV I pushed the door open, and there she was standing in front of her tall gold-framed mirror, admiring herself like nothing had happened. She was always like that. Ariana believes she's the most beautiful alive, and in her mind, nothing and no one can challenge that belief. My heart was still pounding from earlier,my palm sweaty, my fingers trembling slightly, still I forced myself to move forward. I couldn't afford to look weak, not in front of her. If she caught even a hint of fear, she would use it against me. She caught my reflection in the mirror and turned back slightly, her lips curling in a smirk. “What are you doing here? She asked, voice dropping with arrogance. “if you think I'm going to cancel the marriage you're deceiving yourself".I didn't answer, instead I stepped closer, closing the gap between us, my eyes fixed on hers.“What if I give you five hundred dollars?” I asked quietly, my voice steady despite the chaos inside me. Ariana let out a sharp, bitte

Kyra’s POV By the time I reached the gate of our house, my legs weren't aching from the walk–only from the fear of being late.The sun had dipped lower. I could already picture my stepmother standing in the doorway. Ever since I lost my mother, life had been very difficult , and my stepmother made it worse. I slipped inside quietly, hoping she won't notice the exact time. Luckily, she wasn't outside, which meant she hadn't seen me arrive.The air around my house was as cold as usual, a heavy feeling settled in my chest. As I stepped closer to the door, I heard an unfamiliar voice. Who is that? I asked myself. I moved closer, wanting to eavesdrop so I could know what was going on. What I heard next shocked me.“Marriage?”“Who is getting married?”Suddenly, everywhere went silent. Then I heard footsteps approaching the door, and I knew if I got caught, I would get into deep trouble.I opened the door slowly as if I were being forced.Walking inside, I greeted my stepmother and fathe

Kyra's POV The bell rang!After the long day at college I began packing my notes into my bag pack. I didn't want to go home. God knows I didn't–but I had to if I didn't want my stepmother to punish me severely.She has given me a specific time to get home and I must not exceed the time. Even If I got one minute late, she wouldn't spare me. The last time I missed her deadline. She made me go without dinner and scrub the entire house until my arms ached. We had closed a little late today so I was in a hurry to leave. My only thought was to get home before the clock betrayed me. “Where are you rushing to? Won't you wait for me?”Tina asked. She was my seatmate, one of the few people who treated me nicely. If I ever missed a class she would help me copy my notes without complaint. Usually we walked home together, but I won't be able to wait for her today as she wasn't ready. “I'm sorry Tina, I won't be able to wait for you today. I have a lot of things to do at home…..I want to visi