Novels by Vee Philip

Asher's PovI love watching Caden shiver uncomfortably in his seat. He knows I'll always be watching him.Ever since I knocked on his door and told him about the doctor's arrival, the little blonde prince has been avoiding me like the goddamn plague. The worst was when the treatment was over. He walked right past me like I was air.Ouch.Not that I cared about his attention anyways. His life is about to end soon.He spent the rest of the afternoon discussing with Gatsby. I didn't get the chance to hear them because I hate eavesdropping so I let them be.Then, I spent the rest of the day in my room, polishing my weapons. Each one I wiped gleamed against the light and made me, the owner, fucking proud of myself. But when I heard Caden and Gatsby's giggles, that happy feeling I felt crawled into a hole and died.Why was he laughing with her?What was so fucking funny? After what seemed like hours (it wasn't), I decided I was done hearing them laugh.I marched straight to Caden's room a

Caden's PovIrritation stabbed at me like a sharp knife.Why was this asshole my bodyguard? He's so rude. Stupid American. He doesn't even deserve his looks. Not his stupid sculpted muscles or his curly black hair or his gunmetal-gray eyes. He's very… ugly on the inside.Why did grandpa have to hire him?I sigh for the umpteenth time that evening and stare at my empty glass.“Are you sure he's not a robot?” Gatsby gave me a light nudge in the shoulder.I shrugged. “How do I know? Go ask him yourself.”Gatsby stared at Asher who was busy scanning the living room of my, fireworks emoji, new home.She turned to me and shook her head. “Hard pass. He looks like he'll kill me.”When we arrived at the penthouse an hour ago, I'd called Gatsby over but Asher gave me a hard NO, saying stuff about security measures and knowing your enemy bullcrap. I didn't listen to him. I called her right over and here we are.Gatsby tried to lighten the mood but it didn't work out.“So…” she began. “Why don't

Asher's PovI've swam through the deadliest rivers in the country, taken a shot in the chest, and trudged through enemy territory with a broken leg, and I survived. But nothing had prepared me for this new hell.“You'll be protecting the Young Master.” The old man in front of me said in a posh American accent.Young Master? Seriously? Who even talks like that?“I trust you're good… no, excellent at your job, yes?” He asked, twisting the ring on his finger.He was nervous. Good.I leaned forward and smiled. “If I wasn't good at what I do, we both wouldn't be here.”Gabriel chuckled softly. “Why, yes.”“Cut to the chase, Foster.” I said, reaching for my cigarette.“Sorry?”“Why does a billionaire want his grandson protected by a man like me?” I grinned. “You know my reputation very well. I was blacklisted from the force and I have a rep for violence and not following orders. Why on earth did you not choose a proper bodyguard?”“Because it's you,” Gabriel's eyes hardened. “You have a ter

Caden's PovI thought too much last night because why the heck does my heart hurt?I threw my eyes open and winced at the bright lights in the room.“Jesus, fuck. Kill the lights.” I groaned as I rubbed my eyes.“What happened to good morning?” A female voice replied to me in a sarcastic drawl.I peeled my hands off my face and snorted. “Good morning, Gatsby.”Her lips curled into a weak smile. “You're finally awake.”My brows furrowed at her words. “Finally?” I could barely get any word out before she drew me in for a hug.“Um… Gatsby, what are you doing?” I panicked. I'm not a hugger and she knows that.“I thought we'd lost you.” she whispered in a shaky voice as she tightened our embrace.Lose me? What is she talking about?I pulled away from the hug and looked at her.Her dark curls were disheveled and there were bags under her eyes. She looked nothing like the disciplined Gabrielle who maintained a strict appearance. She was… exhausted. Okay. What the hell happened?The unmistaka

Caden's PovI held up two ties to my neck, unable to make a choice. One of them was a striped tie while the other was a plain black tie. A sigh escaped me when I failed to choose either of them.“Maybe, I should go without a tie.” I mumbled to myself.And that, ladies and gentlemen, summoned Gatsby all the way from hell.“You're not leaving here without a tie, mister.” She strutted into the room like she'd done a thousand times and reached for me.“Good morning to you too.” I flash her a lazy grin.She shot me a glare, already choosing the black tie and wrapping it around my collar.“Just when I thought we'd make it on time.” She mumbled as she knotted the tie and pushed it close to my throat.I nearly gagged. “Hey, easy on me.”“Easy on you? News flash, love. I'm not Adele!” She lifted her iPad for me to see. “And second of all, we'll be late to our own event. If you're gonna host something, at least be punctual.”I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, mom.”“You wish,” She spun around and hea