Novels by Sarah.D

|JAIME'S POV|The brick wall scraped against Laura's back as I slammed her against it, my hands shook with rage as I paced the alley, running my fingers through my hair. "What the hell was that?" The words left me in a growl. "Why are you even here? Were you fucking following me?" Laura straightened against the wall, smoothing down her designer jacket with composite. "I wanted to see the kids, Jaime! I couldn't wait for another week when- "Are you out of your mind?" I bellowed, the veins on my neck nearly popping. "Our agreement was that you stay hidden!""I'm tired of hiding." Laura's chin lifted with defiance, "I'm tired of watching that woman play mother to my children while I-""If you don't follow the rules we agreed on," my voice dropped to a low timbre, "I'll make sure you never see them again. And if you even think about taking them from me legally-""You can't stop me! I have rights-"Before I could stop it, my hand shot out and my fingers wrapped around her throat, pressi

I adjusted my hat and pushed my sunglasses higher on my nose, the cardboard sign in my hands already wilting from my sweaty hands. The afternoon sun blazed overhead, and even with the shade over our heads, it was still hot."GO MICHEAL! GO EAGLES!" Sara's voice echoed as she bounced on her toes, her own miniature sign decorated with glitter and heart stickers, waving frantically above her head. The game was brutal, and I winced each time the boys threw their bodies against each other, frantically reaching for the ball. Micheal moved across the field with intensity, his dark hair slicked with sweat as he passed the ball with precision. "Your son's got real talent there." The woman beside me leaned over with a bright smile, "you must be so proud." I bobbed my head with a grin of my own. "We are. He's been practicing every weekend." "You know, I've been watching these games for the past year now, and you've never missed one." Another mother joined the conversation. "Your husband's a

The bedroom felt like a cage as I paced around, my bare feet creaking against the hardwood floors. Questions circled in my mind, and my fingers trembled. Sara was a baby when Laura suddenly disappeared, too young to remember the woman who'd given birth to her. But Micheal had been old enough to form memories, when he kept meeting 'Aunt Laura', had he truly not recognized his own mother?Or had Jaime coached him, taught him to play along with some elaborate charade? My chest tightened with each breath I took. The dinner tray Alba had brought up hours ago sat untouched on the nightstand, I couldn't stand the thought of food in this state. I wasn't even able to tuck the children to bed, Alba had given me a quizzical look when I asked her to do it, she knew something was wrong but she couldn't ask. The bedroom door opened with a soft click, and the warm smell of Jaime's cologne wafted into my nostrils. "There's my mysterious wife. I was expecting to find you downstairs." His tie lo

My eyes fluttered open, and a yawn slipped out of my lips. I turned my head to the side, reading the digital clock's numbers and I breathed. 5:47am My body protested the early hour, but the day ahead demanded an early start. Beside me, Jaime lay sprawled across Egyptian cotton sheets, one arm flung over his eyes, chest rising and falling in the rhythm of deep sleep. Even in unconsciousness, worry lines creased his forehead like faint scars.I leaned over, pressing my lips to the warm curve of his shoulder. "Good morning, mi amor," I whispered against his skin, careful not to wake him. I walked to the kitchen while tying my silk robe. I began preparing for the morning, cracking eggs into a ceramic bowl while I prepared coffee. "Señora King," Alba's voice carried genuine surprise as she bustled through the service entrance, her graying hair already pinned into its customary bun. "Not a minute late as always." I smiled, whisking the eggs into a golden foam. "The early bird gets th

The revolving doors spat us into the sidewalk where the camera flashes erupted like lightning strikes. My palm was dam against Jaime's knuckles. He wasn't moved by the chaos, instead he walked towards it with a practiced smile. He raised his free hand in a lazy, and the crowd surged forward. "Back! Stay back!" The security team formed a human wall, their black suits gleaming under the glow of the sunlight. Microphones thrust through the gaps like spears, their hungry faces alight as they tried to push through the guards. "Mr. King! How does it feel to close the biggest deal of your career?""Are you satisfied with the merger terms?"Jaime leaned into the attention, and I watched the way his eyes sparked, how he answered each question with confidence and my heart skipped. Then came the question, the one that struck us like a blade. "Mr. King, how does it feel to have traded up your ex-wife for your new bride here?" The smile froze on Jaime's lips, his hand went rigid in mine. I f