Novels by Mercy Kay

Camille’s hands trembled as she hovered over Vincent’s unconscious body, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. Vincent looked almost lifeless on the floor. Her fingers pressed against his pulse as she shouted for help.“Vincent, hold onto me, please. Help!” She cried out loud.Footsteps pounded down the stairs, and Sarah emerged, covered in two-piece nightwear.“What happened?” Sarah’s voice was one filled with terror and alarm as she dropped to her knees beside Vincent. Her eager hands grasped his face, fingers tracing his jaw and his temples. “Vincent,” she whispered, her voice breaking, “please, wake up.”Something ugly coiled in Camille’s chest at the desperation in Sarah’s tone. “Please, let’s call a doctor!” The security guarding the mansion was now by their side, attempting to lift Vincent up.Just then, he stirred, and his lashes flickered. His breathing hitched, and when his eyes finally opened, they landed on Sarah."Sarah..." He muttered her name like a prayer. Camill

Vincent's eyes locked onto Sarah's bare form with total concentration, every word he was willing to say before he came in here forgotten. Sarah should have reached for the towel and covered herself, but she let him look. Her heart pounded, not just from the shock that she was naked before him but from the realization that Vincent wasn't looking at her like a father figure should. The way his jaw tensed, his Adam's apple bobbed, and the way his fingers flexed at his sides-he wasn't indifferent. But then, as quickly as it happened, he stepped back. His expression turned cold, as though he had just remembered who he was supposed to be. "Put something on," he ordered, voice cold, before turning and shutting the door behind him. Sarah stood there, breathless. If she hadn't been standing naked in her own room, she would have chased after him. But what would she say? That she felt it too? That she was willing to let it happen? No. She needed to clear her head. As she dressed, her mind

Vincent had already willed a great deal of his fortune to Camille. Why would he? Camille was barely his wife, and he wasn’t even that old yet. Her heart plummeted. Millions of dollars and buildings in her name when she had only gotten into his life recently.Had Camille made him do this? Had she been deceiving him? She flipped through the pages of the document, and a paper fell from one of the numerous pages. She picked it up and read its content.Her heart sank harder as she comprehended the content. “Camille is pregnant?” She stated, more like a shocking question to herself, which had already been confirmed in the papers. Was this why Vincent was going to marry her in two weeks' time? Because she was pregnant? Before she could dwell on it, another paper caught her attention—a medical report. What else could be in this? Her hand shook fervently as she grabbed the paper. What she was doing was wrong in every aspect.She was invading Vincent’s privacy, and it didn’t feel right. But sh

“That must be an expensive joke.” Camille said, chuckling nervously. “Why is your ex wife’s daughter living with you? You are not by any chance related by blood, so why do you still have her over?” Vincent’s expression moved from one of discomfort to a stern look. “Sarah is my business, let me worry about her. You are my wife-to-be, if anything, you should be trying to make her warm up to you. Don’t even try to start…” Vincent stopped, not wanting to get his emotions riled up or intimidate her with his tone.Camille could already depict that Sarah meant a lot to Vincent, maybe because he loved her mother while she was alive. Her thinking took a new turn.“I’m sorry I…I got jealous of Sarah, your daughter. I know you’ve already taken her as your daughter and it’s so insensitive of me to try to taint a relationship I wasn’t here when you built. I’m sorry.” Vincent looked pleased at her resolution.“I’m more sorry I almost lashed out at you. Come here.” Camille let him hold her, closing

Early the following morning, Sarah left the hotel for the Laurents’ mansion. She had forced Rafael to leave her suite the previous night, not wanting to risk someone else seeing him at the hotel with her. The previous night was a mistake, and it would stay a mistake even though she couldn’t deny that Rafael had handled her body just how she needed to be handled. It didn’t change the fact that she only had eyes for Vincent, but that was bad news now since he got a new woman.“That sucks as hell,” she murmured to herself as the memory of Vincent introducing her to the public surfaced in her head. She parked her car and got into the mansion while ignoring the house security, with the hope that Vincent wouldn’t be around yet, and luckily for her, he wasn’t. No wonder his most used car wasn’t outside in the garage.Ascending up the stairs with the intention to crash in her bed when she gets up, she almost bumped into Damian, her personal guard. She let out a whimper in shock, her step fa

The relentless knocking jerked Sarah awake. Her eyes were still heavy due to the intense sexual session she had just engaged in. The bed smelled of sex and sweat, and there. She could feel a slight headache coming on and the need to puke."Open the door, Miss Sarah, I know you are in there." Her eyes snapped wide open at the recognition of the voice.That was Damian, her personal bodyguard that Vincent had entrusted her to his care. Rafael, who was now awake, was also already walking butt naked towards the door when Sarah suddenly rushed out of the bed to grab him, her other hand holding the white sheet against her naked body."What are you doing? He must not see that we are together." She urgently said in a harsh whisper, but Rafael couldn't care any less if they were caught together. "What do I..." "Hide," she interrupted him. Rafael frowned, finding her suggestion ridiculous, but when the knock persisted, she pushed him towards the back of the wardrobe and had him hide there.She