Nobela ni Chidimma Jennifer

Zebulunia POV The sharp scent of jasmine clung to the sheets. I opened my eyes slowly, sunlight spilling through the curtains, painting the room in strips of gold and shadow. For a moment, I didn’t move. I just lay there, listening to the slow, steady thump of my heart. My hand went to my face, checking if the mask was still in place. I'd worn it after everything that happened last night-after the drama. I glanced around, Damon wasn't in the room. The couch looked like it had been slept on. Did he really sleep on the couch?I'd returned after dressing up last night and found the room empty. I must have felt asleep soon after.Maybe he felt guilty. But Damon? Feeling guilty? I doubted it. Last night kept replaying in my mind, the way he'd walked towards me. I swear my knees had almost given out. I had never been that close to a man and felt so exposed. It didn’t matter that I was wrapped in a towel, his gaze had stripped me bare. And in his eyes, I saw it; lust and surprise.I

Damon POV I stepped out of the SUV, slamming the door harder than I needed to. The silence of the estate swallowed me whole but inside my head, everything was chaos.I had spent longer at the office than I planned. The new deal we were supposed to sign had been delayed-thanks to my father. That man could be trouble when he wanted to. He insisted Ethan had to sign every deal before it could move forward. Ethan, of course, was nowhere to be found. My phone rang. Jack. I answered, already knowing why he was calling. “Boss Damon,” He greeted, dragging out the word like he always did when he wanted to tease me. I didn’t respond-too tired to play along.“The Movestisca Group doesn't seem to like a company that's going to wait much longer for us to sign this deal," He said. “Jack,” I replied coldly, “I can't do anything about that. I'm not even the official CEO yet. That title will be ripped from me soon enough, remember?”“Why don't you care more? Your brother can't handle this compan

Zebulunia POV My heels echoed against the marble as we walked through the main hall. Everything was beautiful, yes, but also cold. Even before I saw anyone, I felt unwelcome. Maybe it was because Damon had warned me about his brother. How Ethan felt embarrassed after what happened last night. That alone had unsettled me. What kind of man gets embarrassed for humiliating someone else? The more I thought about it, the more I realised how twisted people could be. We passed through the front hallway and stepped into what had to be the main sitting room. The furniture was expensive… I barely had time to admire it before…. I saw them. Ethan Cross, relaxed on the couch like a man who'd never felt shame. His shirt half done, belt loose, hand wrapped in the hair of a woman straddling him. Her blouse was halfway down her shoulder. Her body was pressed to his like they were something private and safe. Really? He's already with another woman, such a jerk. He seemed to be enjoying what h

Damon POV The door clicked shut behind me, and for a moment, I just stood there on the porch, staring at the quiet street. The conversation with Zebulunia kept replaying in my head,her eyes guarded but alive, her voice sharp,yet it stirred something in me more than it should’ve. She might refuse to marry me today. The thought unsettled me more than it should’ve. She had every right to hesitate. I hadn't earned her trust, not yet. But she wasn't just some pawn in the middle of family politics anymore, she was mine. Something I couldn't bare to share. My property. I hated how much I already was wanting her. I made my way down to the SUV, slid into the driver’s seat, and adjusted the mirror. My jaw was tight, thought tangled in the confrontation from earlier, the real reason behind this sudden Wedding decision. ~~ “You humiliated me!” Ethan had spat, pacing my study like a wolf denied his prey. I poured myself a drink, slow and deliberate. “You humiliated yourself, little b

Zebulunia POV The sun filtered through the sheer curtains of my childhood bedroom, casting a soft glow on the white walls. I blinked into the unfamiliar calm, the silence too gentle for the chaos that had happened just the night before. For a second, I didn’t know where I was. Then it all came crashing back.The failed engagement, the unexpected proposal. Damon’s smirk as he knelt before me, I must confess, he's so handsome and interesting but that's not enough, he looks secretly dangerous to me.Spend the night with him? Was he serious?Who the hell did he think I was? A whore?This whole contract would exclude any sexual activities I would make that clear to him. But something inside me wanted to be close to him secretly. After his silly question, I had walked away, without answering, without looking back, I wasn't ready to face what any of it meant, I was upset..but what's the use.So I'd come back here? To my parent's house, the house that had never really felt like home.I sh

Damon POV “Ladies and gentlemen, to honor both families…and because I happen to like her spirit… I, Damon Cross, would like to formally take my brother’s place and ask Zebulunia to marry me.” Gasps. Lots of them. Eyes widened. Whispers erupted like a storm sweeping across the golden ballroom. I could practically hear camera lenses snapping open. But I stood there with my usual smirk, the microphone firm in my hand, and my eyes fixed on her. Zebulunia. The girl behind the mask. The one with fire in her voice and eyes, even after being humiliated by my brother. Her posture didn't crumble, her voice didn’t break, she reminded me of someone who had learned to stand alone a long time ago. And hell….I liked that. Helena Cross, my mother, blinked at me in open disbelief from the front row. My father, Judge Cross, sat straighter, his lips parting in a visible twitch of confusion. They hadn't expected this. No one had. Not even me. But here we are. I stepped forward again and,