Novels by Joanna Jade

Roman stood frozen in the middle of his study like he hadn’t heard Davin right. “What do you mean she’s getting rid of the baby?” He asked sternly.“I did what you asked. I followed her without being noticed. She went to an abortion clinic. Apparently, she had scheduled a procedure—“Roman didn’t wait for any more information. He stumbled on his feet, barely grabbing his keys. His footsteps echoed through the house, alerting anyone who was nearby.He pushed open the front door with a loud thud. Salima looked back, startled from her yoga session.“Roman?” She arched her brow. “What is going on?”“Not now Mom.” He yelled, opening the door of his car.The car tyres screeched as he drove out of his estate, horns blaring through the busy road.Roman’s knuckles turned white against the steering wheel. The city moved past him in blurs. But he didn’t care. The only thing on his mind was Davin’s words echoing in his head like a gunshot.She’s getting rid of the baby? His jaw locked, and he

The slap still burned across his cheek. Not because it hurt. But because she dared.Teresa. How dare she?She walked away from him like he was nothing. He replayed the scene over and over — the sharp crack of her palm against his face, the fire in her eyes. The betrayal that broke him. He had taken her away from her miserable life. Her mediocre job. Her abusive boyfriend— who happened to be his own brother. He had given her everything, and now… now she thought she could leave?Roman paced the length of his study. The glass of whiskey in his hand was trembling against his grip. His jaw locked so tight it ached.She wasn’t just walking away from him. She was walking away with his blood. His mother’s only hope of revenge and redemption. And his means of sinking his teeth into Grayson and his pathetic mother. The thought dug into him. Sharper than her slap. That baby — his heir, was hers to decide over. She could ruin everything if she wanted. And judging by the look in her eyes, she w

Tessa’s POVI stared at Roman, my heart hammering in my chest. “Everything?” I repeated, unsure if I heard it right.He gave a single nod. “Yes.”“So now you want to talk? After lying, dodging, and manipulating me and now you suddenly have something to say?”His expression didn’t flinch. “You deserve to know what you’re involved in.”That stopped me.“What I’m involved in?” I scoffed. “I’m not in anything. I got pregnant. That’s it. I didn’t sign up for whatever mess your life is.”“You’re in it whether you like it or not.”“And whose fault is that?” I snapped. “Because the last time I checked, I wasn’t the one hiding secrets and drawing up contracts.”He stayed quiet. Good.Because there was nothing he could say to fix this.“I don’t want to wake your Dad. Can we talk outside?” He asked.I took in a deep breath. Then nodded.I didn’t know why I followed him. Maybe because part of me needed to hear the truth finally. Or perhaps because I already knew something was wrong — and had been

Tessa’s POVI sat on the edge of the bed, still wrapping my head around what had happened moments ago. My fingers dug into the sheets as I recalled the burning anger in Roman’s eyes. I had never seen him so mad before.But there was something else — that voice… I’d heard it right before Roman’s mother took me upstairs.It struck something deep in me—too familiar and haunting. Like a voice I’d buried but came back to haunt me.And there was Roman, he hadn’t said a word. Just told his mother to take me away. He turned his back while I asked him to tell me what was going on.And that silence?It told me everything. Someone was downstairs Roman didn’t want me to see. Or hear. And now my gut twisted with dread.I stood up. I couldn’t sit here like a puppet. Not anymore. My feet moved lightly on the ground.The yelling had vanished and the only sounds I could hear were subtle mumbles of Roman and his mother.I reached the hallway that led to the stairs and then I heard it.“Are you m

Roman’s POVThe air did nothing to cool my blood as I pushed open the front doors, and there they were—Grayson and Eleanor, mother and son, side by side, their presence eating away at my skin.They looked worse since I last saw them—like ghosts I’d buried clawing their way back to my life.“You have a lot of nerve showing up here,” I said flatly. My shoes echoed loudly off the marble stairs, as if they offended me.“What do you want?”“Brother,” Grayson drawled, his voice cutting smooth and venomous. “You don’t look happy to see me.”Every muscle in my jaw locked. “You shouldn’t be here,” I said.He smirked, his hands sliding into his pockets. “Funny, I said the same thing when you barged into my home like you had the right….remember?”Eleanor’s gaze swept over me like a blade, until finally she spoke. “Roman.”One word. Cold. Measured. A reminder of every scar she’d carved into me without lifting a hand.“What the hell do you want?” I spat.Grayson leaned forward, his grin widening.

Roman’s POVHer eyes widened when the word slipped out of my mouth.Everything?It landed between us with a weight I hadn’t planned for, heavier than I liked, sharper than I could explain.She froze, searching my face like she was trying to tear me open. And for the first time in a long time, I felt… exposed.“What do you mean by that?” she whispered.My throat tightened. The answer that I wanted to come out was the wrong one.So I swallowed it, let the other part of me—the part that had learned how to twist the truth into something else, take over.“You overthink,” I muttered, forcing a frown that didn’t quite reach my brows. “When I said everything, I meant all the chaos you’ve dragged into my life. The lies. The secrets. The constant trouble you seem to breathe into existence.”Her brows furrowed. She felt bad but she looked like she didn’t believe me. I could see it, the way her lips pressed together, the way her eyes flickered, and the hurt breaking through before she masked it.