Novels by zoeenabhel

Megan's point of view I was annoyed. No, I was burning in rage. The way he walked into my home like he belonged there, like I was the intruder and not him, made my blood boil. My fingers curled into a fist with the urge to tear him apart, taking the better part of me, to demand that he leave and never show his face again. But instead, I froze. Fear settled in my bones, cold and making my bones stuck to the ground. How did he have this power over me just by stepping into my space? My room.I hated how weak I felt. His piercing eyes locked deep into mine, stripping me bare under his gaze, taking every detail of my body as his eyes roamed around my body.It was supposed to mean nothing, just a mistake, a night I could forget, a happy memory to keep.But the weight of it sat heavy in my chest, making it hard to breathe. My body was shaky, not just from the cold, but from the way he stood so close, his dominance wrapping around me.I should have stepped back, pushed him away, said somet

Alexander's Point of ViewThe dim lights from the streetlights barely flashed through the thick curtains covering Megan's apartment, I stood in the doorway, letting my eyes roam on her, taking in every detail of her body.Her eyes flashed with fear, or was it confusion but she was trying hard to get those emotions locked.I let a smirk run on my lips while I stretched my legs in front of her in slow deliberate steps, blood rushed in my blood but it gave me power, I could feel my aura exuding out.She wrapped her arms around herself, her breath hitched she knew, but wrapping her arms wasn't going to save her, and watching her try made my heart flutter.The sweatshirt hung on her shoulder, its sleeve draped around her wrist, she looked small in those clothes, a child playing with borrowed clothes.The fabric where she clutched the hem, her finger curling tight at the materials by her side, her knuckles turning white.She looked fragile, but I knew she wasn't weak with the burning look i

Megan’s point of view.My mind kept wandering to that night, the night I made out with a stranger. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't erase that memory, despite pushing the thoughts away it stayed glued to my mind.It was the only happy and sweet memory I had, and it haunted me whenever I was alone, it made my face lit, my teeth out and clean clenched, stopping the laughter from exploding.I shouldn't have done that, what was I thinking? That thought would make my smile stop.It's been a month, I knew I wasn't able to forget. Alcohol might have made my mind lost, dulling my senses but it couldn't erase the memory.The way his nails traced my back, his warm breath hitting my skin, sending shivers down my spine, his breathy moans in my ear, the strength he used to pin me down, his control on my hands not letting my hands slip away under him, the aura he gave out, everything played in my head, too clear to forget, at least a happy memory.I let out a shaky breath, tilting my neck to

Alexander's Point of ViewThe room was silent, occasionally punctuated by my father's unnerving voice. My grip tightened around the phone, my jaw clenched. He was at it again, and he wasn't going to stop either. It didn't matter to him that this was six a.m. in the morning; he never ceased to throw his tantrum each time he woke up.“Father, I know all this. I'm trying to piece myself together. Sooner or later, I'll get a—”He cut me off immediately, his pitch rising.“You know nothing, Alex. You don't know how important a grandchild is to me. The Zeus firm needs an heir after you are gone,” he yelled, his voice filled with indifference.I pinched the bridge of my nose, adjusting my posture on the king-sized bed, my eyes scanning the open space of the room.“But I'm not dying soon, Dad. We still have a lot of time. Besides, our company got international recognition,” I said softly, a contrast to what I felt.“Get me a grandson. I don't want to continue this conversation,” he said, his

Megan's POV“I’m sorry, Ma'am. You can no longer bear a child,” the doctor announced, adjusting his glasses on his pointed nostrils.My heart slammed against my rib cage, my breathing hitching. His words echoed in my head, my lips trembling. It couldn't be possible. There was no way I was barren. Richard and I had longed to have a baby, and this? This wasn't expected.I tried to piece the fragments of the words the doctor said, but it made no sense. None of the words he said did. Sweat trickled down my temples. I tried to speak, but the words got stuck in my throat.“Doctor, I think something's wrong with the report. I can't be barren,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.My vision blurred, and I fought hard to restrain the tears that threatened to escape. The beeping of the machines was muffled in my ears; all I could hear was the loud beating of my heart.“There’s nothing we can do, ma'am. Your womb has been destroyed, and you can no longer conceive,” he said with a tone of fin