Novels by margretadeyi

The evening draped itself over the estate like a velvet curtain, the sky deepening from soft lavender to a bruised, inky purple. Lanterns flickered along the garden paths, casting trembling shadows that danced across rows of rose bushes. Their petals—red, pink, and the occasional rare white bloom—glowed faintly under the last light of the day. Stone statues, weathered and moss-covered, stood as silent witnesses to the drama unfolding in the fading light. The air was rich with the scent of earth, damp roses, and something faintly metallic, a lingering tang that made Nickey’s pulse tighten.Nickey’s eyes were fixed on Trina. She moved among the blooms with slow, deliberate care, a pair of pruning shears in her delicate hands. The black lace of her dress clung to her figure, the fabric swaying with each subtle shift of her hips. Her hum, low and melodic, drifted through the garden like a siren’s song. Each note threaded into Nickey’s chest, stirring a mix of desire and the sharp edge of

The midday sun streamed through the study window, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow as Nickey stepped inside, his gaze immediately drawn to Trina. She stood bent over a large wooden desk, her emerald green dress hugging her curves, the fabric stretched taut as she shuffled through a stack of papers. A soft, almost involuntary moan slipped from her lips, a sound that stirred the air between them. Nickey felt a twinge of both revenge and longing rise within him. This was his plan—to use her allure against Michael, the cousin who had shattered his life.He moved closer, the floorboards creaking under his shoes, every sound amplified in the tense silence. As if on cue, an ink bottle toppled from the desk, spilling black liquid in a sudden splash. Nickey rushed to help, and a hidden memo slid out from beneath the papers, its edges damp and curling from the ink. Hands trembling, he picked it up and scanned its contents: Michael was entangled in a bribery ring at Eagles Company, a code

Rain had stopped, but the morning was still damp, leaving a faint mist clinging to the edges of the estate. The first light of dawn slipped slowly through the kitchen window, soft and golden, casting a tender glow across the polished counters and worn floorboards. Nickey stirred in his room, the faint scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting upward through the stairs, wrapping around him like a gentle lure. He paused for a moment, inhaling deeply, letting the aroma guide him down the steps. Every creak of the stairs beneath his feet made him flinch slightly, aware of the house’s subtle groans and the quiet secrets it seemed to hold.When he reached the kitchen, Trina was already there. The lavender nightgown clung to her curves, almost whispering against her skin as she stretched. A soft sigh escaped her lips, delicate and musical, brushing against Nickey’s ears and sending a warm ache spiraling deep within him. Her dark hair fell in silky waves over one shoulder, framing a face he coul

Rain fell heavily as Nickey stepped off the bus, the cold water soaking his worn coat. The bag on his shoulder dragged him sideways, forcing him to lean awkwardly to stay upright. His bag, half open, betrayed him, a journal slipped out and landed in a puddle with a soft splash. Nickey bent down, hands trembling, and picked it up. The damp page that had slipped out clung to his fingers, smudged but still legible.His gaze fell on a sentence that slammed into him.Michael, his cousin, caused the house explosion that killed our parents and siblings two years ago to cover a smuggling debt.A flash of anger ignited in his chest, a fire that had lain dormant for too long. This was the beginning, the moment to set things right. Another line hinted at a twin brother, thought dead, maybe still alive. His stomach tightened, swirling with a mixture of hope and dread.Nickey lifted his head, squinting through the rain at Michael’s sprawling estate. Ivy crawled up the stone walls like protective a