Novels by Geraldine

The hum of the engine filled the silence between them. Julian’s hands were firm on the steering wheel, his jaw set as he navigated through the early morning traffic. Sophia sat beside him, staring out the window, her fingers clasped tightly in her lap.After a while, Julian spoke. "You didn’t even hesitate this time."Sophia turned her head slightly, her expression unreadable. "Neither did you."Julian let out a quiet chuckle, though there was no humor in it. "I didn’t expect you to call me back last night.""Neither did I," she admitted.He glanced at her for a moment before returning his focus to the road. "So, what changed?"Sophia inhaled deeply. "I realized I can’t do this alone."Julian's grip on the wheel tightened slightly. "And what exactly is 'this'?"She hesitated, then looked at him. "Surviving."The word hung between them.For the first time since she got into the car, Julian turned his full attention to her. His gaze was sharp, searching. "And you think marrying me will

“I’ll go home,” Sophia said firmly, though exhaustion made her voice weaker than she intended.Julian sighed, crossing his arms. “You heard what the doctor said. You need someone with you.”“I can take care of myself.”He scoffed. “Yeah? Is that why you passed out in my office?”Sophia clenched her fists. She hated that he had a point.“I’m not going to your house,” she said.Julian exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Fine. If you don’t want to come with me, at least stay somewhere safe.”She shot him a wary look. “What do you mean?”“I have a friend who owns a hotel,” he said. “I’ll arrange for you to stay there for a while. You’ll have staff available if you need anything, and I’ll make sure someone checks on you.”Sophia hesitated. She didn’t want to be under his control, but the idea of going back to her empty apartment didn’t sit right with her either. After a long silence, she finally nodded.“Alright.”Julian wasted no time making the call, and within an hour, they arriv

Julian had barely fallen asleep when his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He groaned, shifting onto his side, the dull glow of the screen piercing the darkness.His first instinct was to ignore it. It was late—too late for any call that wasn’t bad news. But then he saw the name.Sophia.He frowned. She never called him. After everything, she had been determined to keep her distance, refusing any unnecessary interactions.So why now?A strange feeling settled in his chest. His thumb hovered over the decline button before he exhaled sharply and pressed accept.“What is it Sophia?” His voice was rough with sleep, his tone clipped.Silence.Then, a shaky breath.His body tensed.“Julian…” Her voice was fragile, unsteady. “I don’t feel well.”Instantly, sleep was forgotten. He sat up, muscles tight with unease. “What’s wrong?”“I don’t know…” Her voice wavered. “My stomach… It hurts. I feel dizzy. I—I don’t know what’s happening.”A curse slipped under his breath.“Are you alone?”“Yes.”Ju

Julian ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. His mind was spinning, trying to grasp the reality in front of him. His gaze locked onto Sophia, searching for any hint of deception.“Wait,” he said finally, his voice laced with frustration. “I don’t even know you that well. Why am I choosing to believe you? Why should I just accept that this baby is mine?”Sophia’s fingers curled into the hospital blanket. She had expected this, but hearing it still made her chest tighten. She met his gaze, steady and unwavering.“You can run a DNA test,” she said simply. “I have nothing to hide. I haven’t been with anyone else since that night.”Julian studied her for a long moment, his jaw tightening. His logical mind screamed at him to question everything. To doubt her. To protect himself.But something in her voice—so firm, so certain—made it hard to ignore.He let out a slow breath, leaning back in his chair. “Fine,” he said. “We’ll do a test after the baby is born. But until then…”Sophia

The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing Sophia heard as she drifted back to consciousness. The sharp scent of antiseptic filled her nose, and the coolness of the hospital sheets pressed against her skin.Her eyelids felt heavy, but she forced them open, blinking against the fluorescent lights. For a moment, she was disoriented. Then, the memories came rushing back—the contract, the confrontation with Julian, the overwhelming dizziness before everything went black.A low voice broke through the fog in her mind.“You’re awake.”She turned her head slightly and found Julian sitting in a chair beside her bed, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. His usual composed demeanor was still there, but there was something else in his eyes—something she couldn’t quite place.“How long have I been out?” she asked, her voice hoarse.“A few hours.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You collapsed.”Sophia exhaled, closing her eyes for a brief moment. Of

Sophia’s hands shook as she clutched the contract papers, her heart pounding against her ribs. The words on the page burned into her mind. Marriage Contract. Julian St. Clair. Sophia Adams.Her name.Her stomach twisted.She barely remembered rushing through the hallways of St. Clair Industries, her legs moving on their own. Her only thought was getting answers. Getting to Julian.The moment she reached his office, a tall, broad-shouldered man stepped in her path. The bodyguard. His arms crossed over his chest, blocking the door.“Mr. St. Clair isn’t taking visitors right now.”“I don’t care!” Sophia snapped, gripping the papers tighter. “Move.”The bodyguard didn’t flinch.Her frustration boiled over. Without thinking, she shoved past him, slipping through the doorway before he could grab her.Julian stood behind his desk, skimming through a document. He barely looked up when she stormed in.“I said no—” His voice cut off when he saw her.Sophia slammed the contract onto his desk. “W