Novels by Cynnie omah

*EDGAR*Where's Sienna Vale's family?"Edgar moved quickly to her."How is she now?"We're still trying to get her condition stable. Are you her husband? You'll need to sign here." The doctor handed the document to Edgar before he could protest.Edgar sighed... he could just fill in as the husband for the time being.Without hesitation, he signed the document as the husband.Daisy trembled, knowing the trouble this would cause later on.The doctor took the document and returned to the delivery room again.Hours later, Mr. Grave burst into the hospital like a wild beast.He grabbed Daisy's shoulders and asked frantically."How is Sienna doing?His terrified expression made her feel horribly guilty again and she ached to confess what she had done but then she saw Maris and Kate heading their way."She's been in there for hours. The doctor said she's not stable."He loosened his grip and paced around nervously.Edgar walked over to him."You're Sienna's husband?"Alexander was stunned to

*SIENNA*Stella said she would get Mr. Grave's private jet ready as soon as possible."I felt a bit relieved.I didn't even know he owned a private jet.And thirty minutes later, I could hear the sound of it overhead.Stella had brought some medical personnel and they helped me get into the aircraft.I was breathing heavily and trying to remain strong for my babies.Don't worry, ma'am. I've arranged everything with the best hospital in New York, and they're expecting you...you're going to have a safe delivery," Stella said softly."Thank you," I murmured gratefully. "If you hadn't come through for me, I have no idea what would have happened."She smiled warmly. "I didn't travel with Mr. Grave to New York because he worried you might give birth while he was away, so he instructed that his private jet should be maintained and always be on standby for you.I let out a breath."When will he be back?" I wasn't asking for myself.I was asking for the babies.I really don't know, perhaps in

*SIENNA*I am the mother. My children will remain with me.She stood up slowly. “A Graves heir will never be raised by someone like you. Don’t delude yourself. If you conduct yourself properly, I may be generous enough to let you visit them once or twice a month.Her words settled heavily in my chest. I knew she was right. Alexander would never want the children to stay with me. The Graves family had everything, and beside them, I was nothing.They will think that I can't take care of the children because I don't have money. But I will not agree. They are my children . I carried them. I have endured so much pain because of them.“I’m not giving up my child.She scoffed. “That’s not for you to decide.“I’m not trying to take anything from you,I said quietly. “If you want Alexander, he’s yours. I'm not going to compete with him. You can have your own children with him. Just don’t take mine.Compete with me? As if you could.I attempted to stay composed...I needed to be... for my child

*SIENNA*The season was bitter, and living near the mountain made the cold almost unbearable. The villa had been fitted with extra heaters, and the floors were lined with plush rugs.But in the depths of night...it always grew unbearably cold. I now slept beneath two heavy duvets, and it helps me a lot.Craving for water, I rose from the bed and made my way to the kitchen.After getting some water, I turned toward the stairs, and that was when I heard Daisy voice.I listened carefully.‘Mr. Grave, there’s an empty room upstairs. You could sleep there, Mrs. Graves wouldn’t notice…Dont worry Daisy , I will sleep iny car Sienna doesn't like seeing me around.I stiffened. Alexander.For months now, we’d hardly exchanged a word during his visits. I was still angry about being confined here, and I hadn’t wavered in my decision to divorce him.But now, I couldn’t stop worrying about him. It was freezing outside. “I stepped closer to the door, i was trying to get what they are saying carefu

*SIENNA*The little person growing inside me was the source of my joy. I was hoping for twin boys, and I couldn’t wait to meet them. Mr. Graves’ mother is here to see you, Daisy said.I furrowed.I haven't seen her since our initial encounter.What could she possibly want? I went downstairs, wearing my long, elaborate dress brushing the floor.When I got there, she was sitting on the sofa."Hi, Mom, I greeted, politely.She glanced at me. Sienna, "It's been a while, Please take a seat.What had caused her sudden kindness? I sat down next to her.I’ve been planning to come see you for a while now,” she said gently. “I even went shopping for the baby yesterday, but things kept me busy. Would you mind if Daisy accompanied us when we went to buy the rest of the baby’s things?I looked at Daisy.I did have guards around, but Daisy was my closest friend. Without her, I would be a bored couple for hours.Mrs. Maris gently laid her hand over mine, as though she could feel my hesitation wi

*KATE*He told me everything.She looked somewhat taken aback. "If you already know, then why are you here?I chuckled and pulled out a picture."When I returned to my family's home, I was sorting through the belongings I could bring to my new apartment, and that's when I found this picture. I came because I wanted you to see it.I handed the picture to her and the arrogant look in her eyes suddenly vanished.She glanced around, some guards were nearby.Hello, two of you should give us some space, she ordered and the guards departed.I smiled.Finally, she was under my control but she tore the picture to pieces anyway.Maris burst out laughing.I had a feeling this would happen, so I made plenty of copies and hid them somewhere safe."Where did you even get this?" Maris Agitated.There was a time Alexander and I had come home from school unannounced. We wanted to surprise our parents, but they weren’t home, so the two of us decided to relax at his place. His parents were out too. Whi

Sophia’s POV“Gosh I’m so exhausted” I broke the silence between us again”The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, spilling golden light into the penthouse suite. Everything inside gleamed.. the marble floors, the glass walls, and the island lights that shimmered like a thousand unspoken promise.Xavier strode ahead of me, his suit jacket hanging over one arm, his shirt sleeves rolled to the elbow. He was the definition of hot daddy control even when he wasn’t trying to be.“Your room’s to the left,” he said with a calm clipped voice, like this was just another normal business trip and not some kind of unspoken test of sanity between us.I nodded, clutching my small bag tighter than necessary. “Right, Left.. Got it.”His lips twitched like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t instead he just adjusted his cufflink.. another one of those gestures he used when he didn’t want me to see through him.“Conference room’s just past that hallway we passed,” he added, eyes flickin

Xavier’s POVThe hum of the engines filled the cabin when I came back from the cockpit.I was about to go through three hours of turbulence, and none of it had anything to do with the sky.Sophia was quiet when I got back.Too quiet.She was curled against the window seat, her head was tilted slightly with hair spilling over her shoulder. The late morning sun that came through the jet’s narrow window and painted her skin in gold while the wine glass on the table was half-empty, the bottle uncorked.“Sophia?” I called out.No answer.I set the tablet down and took a step closer.Her silence was wrong.. She was never this quiet.“Sophia,” I said again, firmer this time.Still nothing.A tiny wave of unease threaded through my chest. My mind ran through the possibilities.. had she fallen asleep? Drunk too much? The thought of her unresponsive made something cold twist in me.I crossed the aisle and crouched slightly, studying her face. Her lashes didn’t flutter and her lips were parted j

Sophia’s POVThe car literally smelled like leather, new car spray and silence.Xavier hadn’t said a word since we left the mansion. His jaw was locked while his eyes were hidden behind those dark aviators he wore when he didn’t want to be read. Which was literally.. always.I sat a few inches away from him, with my arms crossed, while pretending not to notice the tension vibrating between us like static electricity. Every time the car hit a bump, our arms brushed, and the air thickened in a way I liked and enjoyed.I wanted to say something.. anything at all.. but my pride refused to be the first to break.Yet..“So…” I started, voice too casual, “do you make all your wards fly private when you are angry with them, or am I just special?”He didn’t look at me. “You talk too much.”I smiled faintly. “Yes I do and.. You like it.”“I tolerate it,” he said, turning his head just enough for me to catch the ghost of a smirk.Good, slowly but surely he was unraveling and I would finally u

Xavier’s POV She didn’t move when I told her to strip. “Strip now” I slowly commanded again. For a moment, I thought she might actually do it.. Her breath came in slow shallow huffs, while her eyes were locked on mine like she was daring me to cross the line we’d both been dancing around since the day she arrived. My control became strained, sharp and thin. One more breath, one more word, one more touch and I’d lose it. Then my phone rang. The loud sound cut through the air like a blade. I closed my eyes for half a second, exhaling a curse. “Don’t move,” I muttered, turning away as I picked it up. It was Sven, my personal assistant.. the only person who’d dare to call me twice in a row.. That meant there was trouble. I swiped the screen. “Talk.. make it quick.” “Sir, we’ve got a situation at the southern site,” Sven spoke quickly, his voice tense. “The shipment arrived damaged. Three containers, more than half of the containers missing..” “Impossible.. Utterly impossible

Sophia’s POVI stepped into the dining room and froze. Xavier was already there, watching me like he could see everything I was trying to hide.“Sleep well?” he asked, voice casual, but there was something in his tone.“Perfectly,” I replied, forcing a smile.He didn’t move his eyes away from me. “You look flushed.”My fork slipped. I caught it quickly. “Must be the weather.”He smirked slightly. “Or the dreams.”I tried to keep my voice steady. “I don’t dream about you.”He folded the paper slowly. “Good to know.”He gestured to the seat across from him. “Sit.”I sat, but I could feel his gaze drilling into me.“Anything you want to confess?”“No.” My voice was sharper than I wanted. “Why would I?”He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Because I like confessions.”I looked away. “You should be careful what you wish for.”He chuckled quietly. “That depends on who’s confessing.”Breakfast was a silent battlefield. I escaped to the garden as soon as I could.A bench, a qu

Sophia’s POV Three days.That’s how long I was supposed to be confined to my room.But punishment doesn’t work the way Xavier thinks it does.Isolation? Silence? A room with a view of the ocean, soft sheets, and a bookshelf full of vintage poetry?That wasn’t punishment. It was preparation.Because the longer I sat in that gilded cage, the more I realized something terrifying.He didn’t just want control.He wanted submission and submission wasn’t in my blood.By the second day, I’d stopped pretending to read. The books blurred in front of me. My mind circled one thing over and over like a shark circling a drop of blood in open water.The office. The file. The photos.The way his voice changed when he said I belonged to him.I kept replaying the way he’d pinned me without touching me. The threat of something more in every word. The heat that surged inside me when he got close.And worse, how much I wanted more of it.That realization made me furious.So on the third night, I changed