Novels by Diviney

"Excuse me. I just need to speak with Damian privately.""Privately." Victoria repeats, examining her nails.Georgia's expression doesn't change. "Damian is a very busy man, Samantha. Busy men don't have time for women they've already moved past.""I'm asking for ten minutes.""You signed those papers," Victoria says, tilting her head. "What exactly makes you think you still have access to anything in this building? Or to him?""Look, I just need to-""Need." Georgia scoffs. "You always needed something, didn't you? That was always the problem with you.""It's very important, and it will only take a few minutes. Let me speak with him.""Oh, I'm sure it feels important to you. You always think everything about yourself is so terribly important."Victoria leans close to Georgia and murmurs something I can't hear. Georgia glances at her, then back at me, and takes out her phone. She dials and puts it on speaker.My heart kicks. It has to be Damian, right?"Ma'am." Marcus's voice, and my

Samantha's POV "So." The man in the grey suit flips a page. "You studied business administration, graduated with decent marks." He pauses. "And then... nothing for three years."I clasp my hands on the table. Three pairs of eyes across from me that have already decided something before I opened my mouth."I was an office assistant as you can see there, before I... I... managed personal affairs for... my life was..." I have forgotten everything I prepared for this question I very much expected. Every interview I have attended in the last three weeks all asked the same thing: why the three year gap? "Miss Gregory, I'd appreciate it if you can be more coherent. You are not the only one in line for this role. Now tell us what made you leave your errand staff role and what kind of personal matter takes three years," the thin woman says sternly, eyeing me with eyes that only seemed to remind me of Georgia."Yes, I will. Life happened but I kept up with-""What. Kind. Of. Personal. Matters

Damian’s POV“... Let’s divorce.”My mind went blank for a moment, then her words echoed in my head. My eyes widened in disbelief, unable to process that those cold, emotionless words had come from Samantha’s lips.Samantha has always been obedient to me. She listens, she follows, she endures. So why now? Why is she suddenly asking for divorce?“What did you say?” I feel the crease on my forehead deepening as I watch her click her tongue in front of me. “You want a divorce? Why, Samantha?”She’s always the one who wants to work out things between us. So, why now? In the past, I also thought of giving up, but I didn’t… Because she begs me to fight alongside her. And now she’s giving up just like that?“Why, you ask? Seriously, Damian. You’re still asking me that?” she snaps, frustration flashing across her face.I just realized her eyes were swollen and she had dark circles around them.… Did she stay up and cry all night?Is it because I ignored her at the party again? But she should a

Samantha’s POVI woke up to a heavy thing wrapped around me. Forcing my eyes open, a groan escapes my mouth as I push whatever it is clinging to me.“Good morning,” Damian greets, smiling from ear to ear.I’m going to smile back when I caught a whiff of alcohol. He’s drunk and he’s not even hiding it.“What’s with that frown?” He asks, grinning like a fool.I cover my nose and move away, getting out of the bed. “Where were you last night?”I cried myself to sleep when he didn’t get home after sunrise. I don’t even know how to face him now after the photos I’ve seen from the news.Damian follows and pulls me in his arms. “You know where I was last night. I was appointed as the CEO, don’t you remember?” he mutters, snuggling his face in the crack between my neck and shoulder.“I see. You were with that woman? Is it Lorraine? Yeah, her name’s Lorraine Belrose,” I say bitterly, holding my hands into fists.“Oh, that? Yeah. We’re cooperating with Belrose and she needs an escort so I had no

Samantha’s POVAs if Georgia looking down on me isn’t enough, even Victoria makes a mockery of my marriage with Damian. All I’ve ever wanted was to live with the man I love, to be accepted for who I am. But with the Sterlings, such things are impossible.“Even my husband’s secretary doesn’t acknowledge me as his wife. I’ve been married to Damian for two years now, and they still call me Miss Gregory,” I sob, burying my face in my palms on the way back to the Sterling mansion.It’s already past seven in the evening when I arrive, and the maids don’t even bother to greet me, like always. Everyone treats me like air in this cold mansion… or shall I say a prison I willingly stepped into the day I married Damian.It was painful at first, but I grew numb. The pain was once unbearable, but I learned to endure it. I came here expecting worse, knowing fully well what could happen. I chose to spare my heart and accept every humiliation from his family… believing it was all worth it. Believing h

Damian’s POV“What’s wrong, Mr. Sterling? Do you know her?”I keep my mouth shut, avoiding the gaze and question from the woman next to me. It’s going to be another problem if she finds out that Samantha is my wife. The Belrose clan has a strong family value. If they discover that my family’s looking down on their in-law, they might sever the cooperation we have.“It’s nothing. Just don’t mind her,” I reply, holding back the urge to look behind me.Samantha’s probably at a loss now on what’s going on. After all, I promised to stay by her side tonight. But things came up, and I have a reason for breaking that promise. If she loves me, she will understand without me explaining the details.“Pfft!”I purse my lips when I see Victoria giggling at the side. She does that whenever Mom scolds Samantha—Ah! This is the worst.Turning my head back, I saw Samantha looking in my direction. Her eyes are teary like she's about to cry, proving my suspicion. Mom will not miss a day telling her off. I